Authority
Matthew rolled down the window.
“Yes, officer?”
“Licence and registration, please,” the policewoman declared.
“What’s this all about?”
“You were trancing at 80 mph when the mesmerizing limit is 55.”
“Huh?”
“Slow down… relax…”
“O-okay…” he mumbled, eyes falling upon her cleavage.
“… and trust my authority…” she grinned.
He did. Completely. Hypnotic role-play was fun.
There’s not much to tell about how this one came to be. I simply stumbled upon the image above, thought it was cute, and typed the first thing that came to mind. I improvise a lot when it comes to these because that’s also part of the fun, don’t you agree? Still, I somehow managed to include a bit of self-referential humor in one of the lines as I did so.
Forgetful
Derek shuddered the moment he saw Melissa approaching.
“What did I forget this time?” he muttered.
“Our anniversary!” She gnarled. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”
As she swung her pendant back and forth, he thought: “Why don’t I ever learn?”
It was the fifty-seventh anniversary he had forgotten already, and the year was just beginning.
I woke up feeling woozy, drained, and a whole lot of other things I can barely put into words. Not a pleasant feeling, and one I wish I could forget, but the show must go on, so I tried to come up with something funny to compensate. I hope you have a good memory because, for some strange reason, Derek doesn’t.
Delirious
“Is it bad?” Amy asked.
“Very,” Dr. Woods replied. “He’s completely delusional, saying that dominance is masculine and submission feminine over and over again.”
“How awful. Is it treatable?”
“Perhaps. Re-education is in order, obviously. Electroshock therapy, heavy brainwashing, orgasm control… things like that. We’re going to need your consent, though.”
“Where do I sign?”
I was sick when I wrote this, but I wanted to keep things going, nonetheless. My thought process for this one was fairly simple. Sickness sometimes brings fever, fever brings delusions and… well, blame my dirty mind for the rest. I hope you liked it.
The Message
Peter read:
“You are a slave. Send this to a friend right now.”
He obeyed immediately.
Jeremy read:
“You are a slave. Send this to a friend right now.”
“Yeah, right…” he laughed, but forwarded it anyway.
Meanwhile, Laura was having a blast because of her mind-controlling text message.
And then she checked her phone…
I’m still sick but, fortunately, I’m feeling somewhat better so today’s post will be a bit longer by comparison to the last few. The first thing I want to say is that when it comes to hypnosis and mind-control, I’m fascinated by the idea of being triggered by reading something. The second is that I hate receiving chain letters/e-mails and I always break the chain whenever something like that comes my way (I actually received one today and did just that). The third is that, sometimes, plans backfire, even in the realms of fiction. The fourth is I’m in the mood for something silly again. With these things in mind, I wrote the piece above. I hope you liked it.