Year 5 of Spell… B-O-U-N-D’s Femdom Hypnosis and Mind Control 55 Words Stories Challenge. The stories in this post were written between February 1st and February 29th.
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Living Goddess
The Living Goddess looked at the ten thousand men kneeling before her. They all said they couldn’t be tamed, broken, enslaved, yet now her mesmerizing eyes ruled their drooling minds, never to be free again.
“Not bad for an hour’s work…” She sat on her golden throne. One by one, they were called to worship.
I’m starting a new Patreon event this month that’s all about love and worship so I decided to do something extra revolving around the concept, and since women are goddesses and I love beautiful eyes…
Her Mother
Patricia knocked on the front door to Matthew’s mind.
“Anyone there?”
No response. He stood to attention, blank-eyed, rigid cock saluting her superiority.
“Wonderful. My family is dying to meet you and don’t forget my mother only likes completely mindfucked submissive men, okay?” She chirped.
She also liked to castrate them. Matthew didn’t even flinch.
Despite dealing with mass conversion and enslavement of the inferior sex, yesterday’s piece was on the soft side. The Living Goddess was kind. She will always be kind.
However, there’s plenty of room for darker stuff at Spell… B-O-U-N-D too and some families are simply the worst. This was an impromptu that came to mind just now. Do you want to meet her mother, too? You’ll need to be properly trained before that happens.
Poor Choice
Three naked men walked along the highway with defeated faces and deflated cocks.
“How did this happen again?” Alan asked.
“You chose your mark poorly,” Charles grumbled.
“You sure did, dumbass!” Nicholas spat.
“I didn’t know she was a hypnotist!”
Not that it mattered any longer. They would never try to rape a woman again.
You know one of the things I hate? Fucking rapists! Consensual play and even (negotiated) non-consensual are fun. The rest? No way! Sure, many of my pieces deal with morally grey themes and bad things happen to good people in them all the time but they’re fiction for a reason. There’s no excuse for real, physical assault on a woman or a man.
With that in mind, this snippet was written for laughs. Wouldn’t it be nice if in the real world assholes such as these got this kind of payback, too?
How Relationships Work
Brenda confronted her boyfriend.
“No, Greg.”
“You don’t even know what I was about to ask!”
“If I said ‘no’ it’s because it’s not important.”
“That’s not how relationships work.”
“You say that because it’s only been two weeks…”
Six months later, she led her brainwashed bitch beta boy by a leash on the street.
Random impromptu that simply came to me during my lunch break. You can thank my little black book for it.
Relationships aren’t static. They begin one way, evolve along the way, and sometimes end because they simply have to. Other times, they become better and there’s probably not a better one than a woman controlling a man.