Not Brainwashed
“Come on, Harriet! I’m not brainwashed!” Dave exclaimed.
“Really? Then complete these sentences: Chloe is my…”
“… mistress.”
“I am her…”
“… slave.”
“I must…”
“… obey her.”
“I do not…”
“… argue.”
“Still think you’re not brainwashed, Dave?”
“I… well… maybe I’m a little…”
“… slut for Chloe.”
“What?”
“I’m a little slut for Chloe,” Harriet droned.
Dave laughed.
I promised today’s piece would be more lighthearted again, didn’t I? Well, I like to keep my promises so I wrote this. Brainwashing can either be surprisingly easy or tricky to pull off. When done correctly, the subject’s mind is restructured in such a way they’ll hardly remember what their ideas were before it. It’s a type of conditioning that can either be hot as fuck or completely damaging if boundaries aren’t respected.
I went with the former and I guess what makes this funny is the fact that Harriet has been programmed as well and doesn’t realize it until the end. I guess we’re all brainwashed in one way or another. Except me, of course.
Working
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“You’re going on vacation again?”
“Yes. Don’t I deserve it?”
“Considering you’ve just spent two weeks cruising the Mediterranean, I don’t think so.”
“The yacht belonged to a terrorist. I was working!”
“Sunbathing while he massaged your feet is working?”
“No, but posing for the satellite cameras certainly is.”
The General sighed.
Work week started anew today but Alexandra was on the back of my mind the moment I woke up, almost as if she was whispering: “it’s time for you to write another story with me in the starring role.” Seeing she’s a hypnotist and all, I guess she hypnotized me into doing this and I’m not going to be foolish enough to resist her. I doubt I could even if I tried.
Anyway, while I worked hard she had fun. And yes, posing for long-distance surveillance feeds is a lot more troublesome than it seems.
Only Dreams
“How long have you been having these dreams?” Dr. Hanson asked.
“Three weeks,” Josh mumbled.
“Tell me more.”
“I… come to your office, you hypnotize me and then fuck my ass on this desk,” he blushed.
“Hot but they’re only dreams, right?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” she waved a strap-on before his eyes. His mind went blank.
I slept rather poorly last night for some reason and I’m pretty sure I didn’t dream at all in the moments I actually shut eye. Hoping the same doesn’t happen today.
Anyway, this concept came to me on my way to work and I actually wrote the first draft on the bus. It was a rather bumpy ride so if I were to show you my handwriting, you would probably be scared… or not. I’m just kidding.
Another Pet
“You were right, Tamsin,” Veronica said.
“About…?”
“I needed a pet in my life.”
“Did you get a dog or something?”
“See for yourself.”
Tamsin’s husband came crawling, wagging his imaginary tail.
“What did you do?” She shrieked.
“Hypnotized him. You don’t approve?”
“Of course not! Release him.”
“I’ll settle for another pet,” Veronica grinned.
An impromptu inspired by the happiness of my dogs upon arriving home. Yes, I know the piece as a whole has nothing to do with that but I write what comes to mind and the kinky thing that won the lottery of my scattered thoughts this time around was this one.