Year 4 of Spell… B-O-U-N-D’s Femdom Hypnosis and Mind Control 55 Words Stories Challenge. The stories in this post were written between January 1st and January 31st.
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Broken Bed
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Why are you sleeping in the base?”
“My bed broke.”
“That must have been quite the party!” He mused.
“Definitely but, in retrospect, hypnotizing my latest man slave to believe he was an over-sized horny elephant was not my brightest moment.”
The General sighed. It was going to be another long year.
Everybody loves Alexandra, especially Alexandra herself and, from the moment I decided to keep going with this crazy challenge, I knew she would start things off this time around. Unfortunately, part of this story is true, and no, I’m not thinking about a man being hypnotized to believe he was a elephant, although that’s funny.
My bed broke during the night. I was in the middle of a dream that would definitely go past the PG-13 rating (interpret that in any way you wish! ) when I felt it happen. There was a crack and part of the frame came crashing down. I did not envision that when starting the new year at all but hey, shit happens and neither myself or my two sweet dogs got hurt so I’m not going to let it ruin my mood. Everything is fine, all things considered. I “fixed” it in the meantime, but I know it’s a temporary measure so a new bed is in order, sooner or later.
I can tell you that Alexandra wasn’t a part of my dream, but she’s quite the dreamy character so… if she were, I know I wouldn’t mind. I hope you’re okay with hearing from her plenty of times during 2019’s challenge as well.
Limits Off
Jill pressed the “on” button.
“That dildo is scary!” Clark said.
She pressed the “off” button.
“Fuck me now, please!” He begged.
Jill pressed the “on” button.
“I don’t wear skirts!” Clark vociferated.
She pressed the “off” button.”
“I need a pair of matching shoes…” He noted.
Jill smirked. She loved her mind control remote.
The idea of using everyday appliances as a means of mind control isn’t new and remote controls are quite a popular fantasy. I mean, think about it: wouldn’t it be great to have an easy way to take hold of someone’s thoughts, change their beliefs by simply grabbing the remote, activating a setting or two and… voila? Yes, it would, it’s quite the powerful fantasy for both the controller and the one that desires to be controlled.
There are already ways to remote control someone for instance, like say smartphones apps connected to a vibrator for instance or forms of distant electro-stimulation and whatnot but this concept takes it one step further because it basically creates two distinct personalities. Clark is one person when his limits are on and another one entirely when they’re off.
Something like this can be achieved through hypnosis in a way but it requires a lot of time, a lot of trust, and a lot of mental resilience for this kind of mental fracture is powerful stuff. My take is pure fantasy, a non-consensual one, and that makes it more fun in the end. I know some of you agree with me and wouldn’t mind being in his shoes right now.
Resistance is Useless
“I give up!” Brandon shouted. “I’m tired of trying to please you, of being at your beck and call. This ends today!”
Trish yawned. “Indeed, it does. You’ll never be free as long as I can trigger you at will so… forget and obey.”
He blinked and knelt at her feet, his mindless compliance strengthened.
A slightly dark piece that came to me on a whim as I pondered on the following: let’s suppose you have a slave. He’s very compliant but, sometimes, he tries to fend off his programming, forgets his place when it comes to you.
How to handle this? Punishing the slave is certainly an option but he can resent that. Dismissing the slave is another option but he’s such a good servant, so why waste something good?
Letting the slave rant can certainly work after which you reassert your dominance once more and he realizes he’s powerless against you. This can happen with or without hypnosis but, for the sake of this challenge, the triggers had to be there. Hot or not? I’ll let you decide.
It Is the Ear
“It is not the voice that commands the story; it is the ear,” Claudia mused.
“So you’re saying your suggestions don’t matter unless I accept them?” Alan muttered.
“Cooperation in hypnosis is important, yes. Not so much for brainwashing.”
“Is that why I’m worshiping your feet?”
“Maybe?” She smirked. “Do the other one.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I did say that Year 4 of this daily challenge would have familiar motifs and using (or should I say?) subverting quotes to tell a story has always been one of my favorite things to do so, naturally, I had to do it again so why not start, today?
The opening line is by Italian journalist/writer Italo Calvino. I loved his works as a teenager, with favorites being The Invisible Cities and If on a Winter Night’s a Traveler. There’s something dreamy about his writing with lines that are almost hypnotic so I guess it should come as no surprise that I enjoy it.
Anyway, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t thinking about hypnosis when he wrote that more like the connection between writer and reader because the story one tells isn’t necessarily the one the other interprets but if you consider the hypnosis angle, it makes sense. The hypnotist leads, directs, speaks of something, but then it’s the subject that acts upon it, that incorporates said ideas in his being or not, sometimes with rather surprising results. Hypnosis is a cooperative effort for the most part – and I’m not talking about covert non-consensual hypnosis. Brainwashing, on the other hand…
You don’t need to be cooperative to have your ideas altered on a subconscious level by brainwashing techniques. For instance, when you’re exposed to a commercial over and over again and, after a while, you hum its jingle without realizing it, you’ve been brainwashed to do so and while this a mundane example, you can be brainwashed into femdom, into liking someone, into wanting to be her slave/bitch/footstool… whatever. You can, and you probably will, one way or another.