Work That Hand
“Faster! Work that hand!” Gloria urged.
“I’m trying,” Dennis mumbled.
“You call that trying? What a joke! Don’t you want to see me happy? Go faster!”
He did. He went as fast as possible until his hand exploded in white. Her laughter echoed in the kitchen.
Hypnotized pussy-whipped cream was the best cake ingredient ever.
Have you ever craved a cake. I did today. I wanted one but I didn’t want to bake it. Hell, why do things ourselves when there are slave for it? Then I wondered what would be like if a dominant woman took control of my mind and forced me to bake for her but a key ingredient was missing. The rest is… dirty history.
Lines
Thank you for reading this. Now read the third line.
Deeper into the fourth.
Wonderful. Jump to the seventh.
You will always obey me. Read the sixth.
At the end of this line, you’ll be hypnotized. Go to the second.
Thank your Mistress for enslaving you.
You’re very good at following orders. Read the fifth.
As a writer, everything pertaining the ways of writing fascinates me. As someone with a hypnosis and mind control fetish, text trances are even more fascinating than regular ones. There’s just something about reading something – obvious or not – that can put you in an altered state of mind that awakens these hidden layers of my persona. It’s hard to put into words even though I’m a writer but it’s something primal if you catch my drift. Words are my tool of trade. Using my words against me is quite the rush most of the times.
I wrote this one as a way to pay homage to text trances but I wanted it to be somewhat funny as well so I worked the idea in this strange fashion. I know you’re used to reading things from top to bottom with no jumps whatsoever but I think you’ll agree the jumps add to the whole perspective shift idea. You took orders from a series of lines and now you’re a slave. Thank me and until tomorrow.
When My Sister Was in Town
“Hmm… Jules?”
“Yes, Andrew?”
“When were these pictures taken?”
“Last weekend when my sister was in town, why?”
“I don’t remember any of this.”
“That’s because she’s a hypnotist.”
“Since when?”
“Since always. God, your reactions are always hilarious. And you look great in heels.”
“I prefer your bunny outfit, dear.”
“What bunny out…? Fuck!”
Have you ever found yourself looking at old pictures without any recollection how they came to be? I’m sure you have because our memory isn’t equipped to remember every single detail of our lives – and that’s a good thing! Can you imagine what would it be like if you remembered everything from the start ’till the day you died? It would be horrible, especially in regards to all the bad moments we go through.
Anyway, I didn’t look at old pictures today but I did remember some. There are some things I would like to remember to adapt to a forthcoming story of mine and a few old albums would be the key to that but I can’t find them. While i looked for them, this piece dawned on me. The end is for all women who wish to be mindfucked by another woman, too. Are you one of them?
I Will Not Break
“Still fighting the programming, Henry? For how long?” Bethany asked.
“For as long as I have to. I will not break!” He growled.
“Cute but the more you repeat that, the more you want to submit.”
“Never! I will not break! I will not break! I will not bre…”
“You were saying?”
“I’m yours, Mistress.”
I’ve mentioned in the past resistance is one of my favorite themes when it comes to hypnotic fantasies and as such revisiting it in these snippets is not a matter of how but of when.
What about you? Do you love fighting only to give in or do you give in right away?