All Women
Clark entered the room, knelt, and said:
“Greetings Mistress Anna, Goddess Christine, Princess Chloe, Empress Stacy, Queen Vanessa…”
“Glad you finally remembered our names. Don’t forget them again!” Mistress Anna commanded.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good slave,” she snapped her fingers, deepening his trance.
He smiled, mindlessly obedient to all women, even the ones that didn’t exist.
I had another weird dream last night to add to the lot of weird dreams of my entire life. I don’t remember much of it except I was in a room with five women, each more more dominant than the one that came before but… one was a hypnotist and the other four just a product of the suggestions she had planted inside my head. It was somewhat bizarre, especially when the other ones started to dissolve before my eyes. I woke up right after that so…
Anyway, I felt like I had to write something about it and this is what came out. Weird, I know, but when have my writings not been so? Feeling a bit tired today so I’ll bid you farewell for now.
Anniversary
“Happy anniversary!” Gemma said.
“Huh?” Lance blurted.
“We met two years ago.”
“Two hours, you mean.”
“Two years. And the answer is ‘yes’, silly.”
“Answer to what?”
“The wedding proposal you’re about to make.”
“I’m not…”
“Yes, you will,” she tapped his forehead.
Greg spun deeper into trance. He would be the perfect submissive husband.
I’ll be making another post about it soon but today is Spell… B-O-U-N-D‘s second anniversary hence the opening sequence. The rest was me being silly with memory play and what not as that’s incredibly popular within the world of fetish.
In real life, one can’t change a person’s thought patterns so completely in just two hours but, while you’re under, suggestibility can make you believe certain things for a bit though. Of course, Gemma is not the kind of woman to settle for temporary measures so…
I hope your Domme allows you to remember who you are or at least what she wants you to be. Don’t have a Domme, you say? Are you sure about that?
Claire Voyant
“There’s no way you can predict the future, Claire!”
“Sure I can, Jim. I can also make it happen.”
“That’s bullshit!”
“I’ll prove it to you. Pick three cards and face them upwards.”
He did. Jack. Two. Queen.
“What do you feel like doing right now?” She asked.
“Masturbate senselessly for you,” he drooled.
“Exactly.”
As you know by now, I love puns and today’s piece started because of one. Yeah, for some strange reason I can’t fathom, I thought of the word “clairvoyant” as Claire Voyant instead and then my thoughts started wandering into possible avenues for it so a clairvoyant named Claire was born.
However, that wasn’t enough. Of all the possible ways to predict the future, I thought of cards and then the three cards in the piece came to mind. Jack. Two. Queen. Or should I write “jack to queen?”. Masturbation and mind control go hand in hand in plenty of fantasies and… boom, the story was born.
Yes, I know I’m silly. And no, I continue not to regret it.
Special Delivery
“Special delivery, Mr. Phelps,” the mail-woman said.
“I didn’t order anything.”
“I guess it’s a gift then. Enjoy.”
Alone, he opened the box. It was empty save for a mesmerizing scent and a note with an address.
Later that night, he knocked on her door.
“Special delivery for my Mistress,” he mumbled.
The mail-woman smiled.
Random impromptu that came to me on my lunch break, today. I just wrote the first thing that came to mind and it’s funny it was something that involves smell because my sense of smell has always been poor so I doubt mind-controlling pheromones would work on me but who knows? Would you like to be controlled this way?