What Gives?
To say Billy was surprised at his best friend’s behavior was an understatement.
“Since when do you like Anime?”
“Dunno.” Ted shrugged.
“That’s my sister’s favorite.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, and so is that cologne. What gives? Are you in love with her or something?”
Watching their exchange from the shadows, smiling, Melinda thought:
“No, just brainwashed.”
Here’s a random lunch break update because the chance to do so presented itself. Once again, I wrote the first thing that came to mind so if you were expecting an elaborate story regarding my inspiration sources, sorry to disappoint you. However, by now you should know real brainwashing begins with simple things, slight alterations in behaviors or thought patterns that little by little become who we are. Anime is not really a thing of mine though.
Carpet
Tammy gasped when she entered her best friend’s house and saw her in full kinky mode.
“What is this shit?”
Amber stepped out of her human carpet and smiled.
“I call it furniture.”
“Is that my father?”
“Mother and brother, too, hypnotized and happy. Guess who’s missing?”
Their eyes met and Tammy’s mind went blank.
Kinkiness is back, today. This piece resulted from an unfortunate accident as I stepped on one of my dogs shortly after arriving home. I had gone to the bathroom, the light was flickering, and didn’t notice he had laid down at the door when I walked out so I ended up pressing my right foot against his belly. It wasn’t a hard press though otherwise, I’m sure he would have reacted differently.
Unlike yesterday, I hadn’t thought of anything to write for the daily challenge just yet and this got me thinking of carpets and stepping all over people. For variation’s sake, I added the family angle, and a new unstoppable hypnotic Domme was born. Do you want to be her piece of furniture, too? Be careful with your desires.
Rethink
Derek kneeled at his wife’s feet.
“Honey, can we talk?”
“Talk about what?” Melissa asked.
“I would like to rethink our relationship.”
“Hmm… I don’t see how that’s possible.”
“Why?”
“How can you rethink something when truly hypnotized slaves don’t think at all?” She wiggled her toes.
“Right…”
He blinked and apologized for bothering her.
This is impromptu number… I don’t know. It would actually be a fun experiment to see just how many of these were actually planned and how many just popped into my head. It’s cold and rainy here today once more but it’s good to be home and having some time to myself. I may still be working on the site but that is something I have fun with, so…
Anyhow, sometimes, thoughts are useless, and triggers set them straight. I used feet this time around to avoid falling into the boot trap again. Not sure if Melissa likes them but one can always ask and if she doesn’t like the question or chooses not to answer, well… that’s what hypnotic triggers are for, right?
Sucked Away
Helena looked at the black vacuum cleaner and muttered:
“This looks familiar.”
“I think you’re mistaken.” Her Mistress said.
“But…”
“You’re mistaken.” The busty redhead woman declared. “You’ve never seen it before. Repeat.”
“I’m mistaken. I’ve never seen it before.”
“Good. Go get dinner ready, slave.”
“Yes, Mistress.” The former saleswoman acquiesced, memories sucked away.
The day off is almost over and it’s back to the grind, tomorrow. Despite not being a fan of it, earlier in the morning, I had to vacuum my bedroom and the living room because of the dog hairs everywhere. I got the idea for this one during that time frame but only now properly sat down to update the site. I actually remember having a real vacuum saleswoman knock on my door more than twenty years ago, but the demonstration didn’t go anywhere. If you’re in the sales business, be careful walking into other people’s houses. You never know who may turn out to be a deviant mind controller.