His Sickness
“You don’t look too well, Greg. What happened?” Laura queried.
“I think I’m getting sick.”
“Oh? What symptoms do you have?”
“I feel restless, horny, and with a tremendous desire to become your sex slave,” he gulped. “This isn’t normal.”
“On the contrary.”
“So I’m not sick?”
“No, just hypnotized.”
He sighed and went deeper.
I know what you’re probably thinking right now but no, I’m not sick. Despite the extreme cold, despite the not so great weather, I’m not sick. it’s usually easy for me to fall ill during Winter times but so far so good and I’m hoping that continues.
So why did I end up writing this one? Well, the primary reason for it was the inadequacy that some people have to recognize trance signs and also how some of those can manifest in physical terms as well. The mind rules the body so whatever the mind believes, the body believes as well. People who are more susceptible to hypnotic suggestions can experience them in a multitude of physical states as well, something that can affect one’s mood, energy levels and whatnot as well. That’s what I was mulling about when the idea came together.
And now some of you are wondering. Wait, are you saying the desire to serve a woman only comes through hypnosis? The answer is obviously no but femdom hypnosis is real and it can turn a hidden desire into a craving whether that craving pertains to service or not. It’s a gateway to one’s fantasies like no other, and a life-changing tool as well. Laura will make sure Greg’s symptoms become his permanent reality sooner than later. Wouldn’t you like that, too?
When Was the Last Time?
“Hello again, Mr. Reynolds,” Detective Smith said.
“Hello.”
“I understand you want to change your statement.”
“Yes. Miss Warner didn’t hypnotize me ten times against my will but rather eleven.”
“Oh? When was the last time?”
“Five minutes ago.”
“But you never left this room and no one entered either.”
“Except you.”
“Touché,” she smirked.
An impromptu that simply came to me. In a few of my stories – Thirty-Seven comes to mind, for instance – I toy with the idea of talking to someone that isn’t who they appear to be because the subject has been hypnotized to believe in such. It’s an interesting fantasy, one that can easily go dark like in the story above but I didn’t want to go all the way there in this one.
I first toyed with the idea of a psychiatric ward but didn’t like the setup so the police statement was the next best thing. I think it’s funny but I understand your mileage may vary. Anyway, there will be another piece tomorrow because Year 4 of this challenge is only getting started so… until then and don’t forget to have fun whenever possible.
A Fuck of Water
“Can I have a fuck of water, please?” Dean asked.
“What?”
“A fuck of water, Joe. I’m thirsty. Jill’s exercises are killing my body.”
“And your mind too, apparently.”
“Huh?”
“She’s been hypnotizing you again. You’re confusing words.”
“Nonsense!”
Joe wrote “Fuck me” on a napkin. “Read this then.”
“Glass me.”
“I rest my case.”
One more impr… okay, not really. This piece was an accident. I was drinking a glass of water when I started juggling ideas inside my mind and instead of writing a “glass of water” I wrote a “fuck of water”. It was so random that I just ran with it to see where it led and this was it.
Have you ever had your mind warped in such a way that you say and write strange things without realizing what you did? Granted, the example above is not that extreme but perception shifts can lead to pretty outstanding results, some more laughable than others. No, “glass” and “fuck” aren’t remotely alike but if you’re in a suggestible state and the hypnotist tells you to replace one with the other what are you going to do? You’re going to obey, obviously. You have to. And everyone has fun, especially her.
Keep on having fun and I’ll do the same.
He Came Alone
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“There’s a naked man sleeping in my office.”
“I know.”
“It’s the same hypnoslave that broke your bed, isn’t it?”
“None other. You’re so smart. No wonder you’re the boss.”
“Right… So now you bring civilians to this secret facility?”
“He came alone.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, broke chastity, the bastard!”
The General whimpered.
Alexandra started Year 4 of this daily challenge with this piece – Broken Bed – and if there’s one thing you already know about her is that she’s a recurring character in these. I did say in that post that she would appear again and this is the first time for her to do so. Expect many more appearances as the months go by, all of them somewhat loony because that’s part of her charm.
So… about this one. It’s sort of a sequel as it alludes to events from before but it’s standalone as well as the pun only makes sense in this one. Alexandra always skirts the line between dominant-as-fuck and silly-as-fuck, which is one of the reasons why she keeps coming back for more. That and because I’m a glutton for her wacky humor, I think. Or I’ve been brainwashed to write about her from time to time. Even if I wanted to forget her, I don’t think she would let me do so.
In the end, this is another impromptu and those are always fun.