New Record
The competition was on and was bound to get more intense.
“I told you my hypnoslave would win.” Mistress Valeria smirked.
“It’s not over yet.” Goddess Tiffany replied. “Go on, pet. Give it your best shot.”
Dan took a deep breath, made aim…
… and shot his load twenty feet across the room. A new record!
Just a dirty little thing that came to me after I was reminded of a conversation I had years back about cum-shots (don’t ask me why the memory returned today because I really don’t know!) and I thought it would make for a funny piece somehow. I don’t really get how you can shoot one’s load like that and most likely the record in the piece is physically impossible but this is fiction after all, so…
Ravishing
Melissa lowered her glasses and said
“Wow… You look ravishing!”
“Ridiculous, you mean.” Her brother, Elliot, retorted, ashamed of his black dress.
“Nonsense! You look even better than me.”
“I don’t want that. I just want my manhood back!”
“In time… Until then, let this be a lesson not to steal my hypno-files.”
Elliot sobbed.
One more impromptu for the 2021 count. No real story behind it, I just wrote the first thing that came to mind and then spiced it up even further by making the main characters brother and sister – they were just friends in the original draft.
In other news, I think I’m getting sick. I’ve not been well since yesterday afternoon and spent most of today feeling drained. I’ve been having headaches and I’m sniffling all over. Hopefully, it’s just a cold and not what we all know. I’ll keep you informed of future developments.
His Session
Hank entered the mirrored corridor, laid down an envelope stuffed with Franklins by the golden door, and said:
“Good afternoon, Mistress. I’ve come for my session.”
Blue eyes sparkled ahead. He blinked and left.
Five minutes later, he entered the corridor again holding another envelope and said:
“Good afternoon, Mistress. I’ve come for my session.”
To all hypno-subs and slaves out there: When was the last time you had a session with your Mistress? If you haven’t had one since the year began, this is a good time to rectify that.
Anyway, with that disclaimer out of the way, I wrote this one just for the fun of it. Memories and thoughts can get fuzzy in and out of trance and one session can turn out to be many or none at all. She decides. Simple, right?
How Long…?
Walter completed another lap around the block, bell collar around his neck. He wanted to stop, but Holly’s hypnotic suggestions were irresistible.
“Honey…” He looked at her with puppy eyes. “… how long am I supposed to keep going?”
“Until you choose silence and simply obey.” She smirked.
He stopped talking and dropped to his knees.
True story. I had to go grocery shopping in the morning and on my way to the supermarket, I saw a man running with a mask on and a car with two women inside who appeared to be cheering him on. I got my shopping done and as soon as I got outside, I saw the same scene again. I reckon the guy was training for something and the women were his entourage or something, but my mind had other thoughts in mind and so this little snippet came to be. Yeah, I’m weird, I know. Remember to always obey.