Even More Suggestible
Timothy yawned, head throbbing.
“I’m drained!” He said.
“Poor baby…” Amber kissed his forehead. “I’m proud of your efforts though.”
“Did you have to make me work so hard today?”
“Oh yes…”
“Why?”
“Because now that you’re exhausted, you’re even more suggestible, my dear…” she cooed.
Her hypnotic words sank deep and true submission began.
You know how yawning is “contagious”, right? You see a person yawning and almost automatically, your body responds the same way. I sat next to a man on the bus today that was yawning all the time. It was almost as if he hadn’t slept in days (and maybe he hadn’t, I don’t really know). He did look tired and psychology tells us that asking someone to do something when they’re tired is more likely tho have them subconsciously agree to it than asking that same thing when they’re fully refreshed. That’s what ended up inspiring this one.
Have you ever been suggested to do something when you were exhausted that you didn’t really want to do but ended up doing anyway? You may have been covertly hypnotized and I hear that’s fun. 😉 Speaking of which, I hope you had fun reading this one.
Promotion
“We have a problem,” Jack said.
“What?” Dana asked.
“Slave pod 37 is empty. The item is gone.”
“Oh, that! Not a problem. It was sold and shipped overseas a week ago.”
“And I’m only hearing this today? We need a replacement product a.s.a.p.!”
“I’m on it.”
“That’s good.”
“Ready for a promotion?” She winked.
One more impromptu. I don’t know about you, but I always thought that the idea of a slave factory somewhere, programming and selling people to the highest bidder was hot as fuck. Then I thought of the people working on it and what would happen if their world was torn asunder.
That’s it, really. Hot or not?
He Saw…
First, he saw her legs, creamy delicacies exiting the black Sedan.
Then, he saw her ass, swaying under the night’s sky in a tight dress.
Finally, he saw her eyes, dark blue entrancing gems as the world spun out of control.
The cold walls of her underground dungeon are the last thing he’ll ever see.
Kidnapping fantasies are enticing, right? Unsuspecting ones even better. I’m not saying you should be wary of every attractive woman you see out there but maybe, just maybe, one of them is a vicious mind-controller waiting for her next prey to notice her, knowing that when that happens, the game is on, and her rules always win.
No, I didn’t see one such woman today. At least, I don’t think I did. It could be I don’t remember and I’m only typing this for her amusement before she makes me forget this idea again. On second thought, were there always bars on my bedroom window? Oh God, it’s real, isn’t it?
I’ll leave you at that.
Fried Brain
The cattle prod on Jessica’s hand made Terence shudder.
“Don’t you think you’re taking the Dominant role a little too seriously now?”
“Afraid I’ll fry your brain?”
“More concerned about my balls.”
“So your brain is fair game?”
“I didn’t say…”
The jolt made him spasm, eyes rolling over.
“Time for some brainwashing…” she smirked.
I’m sure you’ve all seen or read descriptions of using electricity to zap one’s brain. It’s a common trope in mind control stories and cattle prods make for some “interesting” toys for heavy BDSM play. I decided to combine the two things in this piece and…I hope you’re having a good weekend.