Black Cat
“It’s Friday the 13th,” Luke said.
“So it is,” Mandy agreed.
“I’m not superstitious but I’m staying indoors just in case…”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m staying indoors, too.”
It is unlucky to let a black cat cross your way on this day. Unless you’re the cat.
This one is obvious, isn’t it? It’s Friday the 13th and I always write Friday the 13th micro-fiction when Friday the 13th hits. It’s my way of protecting myself from bad luck.
Okay, I was clearly joking about that last part because I’m not superstitious at all. In fact, I love black cats and I’ve cuddled quite a few on days such as these. I wouldn’t mind doing that right now, truth be told.
Superstitions are a funny thing. They’re completely irrational but that doesn’t mean they can’t control our lives if we let them. There’s also something somewhat irrational about hypnosis because it feels like it shouldn’t work and yet it does.
I chose to revisit Mandy and her brother on this one because it seemed like something she would clearly do considering previous shenanigans. I hope Luke’s nails are trimmed. More pieces with these two will come, rest assured.
Cumtrol
Jeff marked another day on the calendar.
“One hundred and ninety-five. Only one hundred and seventy to go.”
“Until the end of the year?” Alec asked.
“Yes, and until my Hypnodomme allows me to cum again.”
“One year is a lot.”
“Mark has it worse.”
“How come?”
“He can only come on February 29th.”
“Ouch!”
I’ve written quite a few pieces about chastity of the hypnotic kind over the years because I do find the idea appealing. The rush of tease and denial is undeniable (pun intended) and the thought of having one’s body and mind controlled that way as well.
Of course, there are limits. I honestly doubt my mental resilience would be able to last as long as the periods described in the piece but I have no doubt others have probably achieved that already. I’m not going to say I envy them because I don’t as my limits don’t go that far but it’s fun to imagine certain things. It’s fun to imagine the mindfuckery going to extreme levels just for fun’s sake.
That’s exactly what I did with this one taking advantage of the calendar hanging in my kitchen for that effect. It’s been 195 days since Year 3 of this daily challenge began. All things added, this means 926 consecutive days writing femdom hypnosis and mind control micro-fiction. If it’s not a universal record by now, it will be, sooner or later, don’t you agree?
Have fun and enjoy your weekend, whether your orgasms are being controlled by a powerful hypnotic woman or not.
Kick-Off
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“I didn’t know you liked soccer.”
“I don’t.”
“Then why are you in Russia to watch the World Cup final?”
“I’m not. I’m hypnotizing the President.”
“But why?”
“His mind needs to be put in place.”
“And his body?”
“Keep your eyes on the TV.”
Not enough balls for so many kicks.
It’s been a while since Alexandra – a.k.a. Agent 47-D – dropped by this challenge, right? Well, given the World Cup ends today, I figured it was time for her to make another trip. Mother Russia doesn’t stand a chance against her hypnotic might any more than any other country she has visited already. Then again, why would it? I know I don’t stand a chance against her either and I’m perfectly okay with that. No, that’s not a conditioned response at all.
Seeing she already dealt with Trump on a couple of occasions, Vladimir Putin’s inclusion shouldn’t come as a surprise, although I doubt this scene would ever make it into one of his calendars. As usual, this is just parody, so please take no offence. Alexandra is a character that lives in a world similar to ours yet so very different. You have to admit her puns are funny though.
Rewiring
“Gladys looked at the electric installation.
“Hurry, I need this working.”
“Hold on. Just need… there!” Jason exclaimed.
Rewiring complete, the dark room came to life. He saw the monitors, the projected subliminals, the binding metal chair, but not the hypodermic needle that pierced his neck.
“Thank you. Time to rewire your brain,” she laughed.
Things got a bit dark around here last night or perhaps I should say darker than usual. There was a bit of a fuse problem. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed but it was somewhat inconvenient. As I looked at things using a small flashlight, I started imagining what if when the lights came back, the whole room turned out to be something different than I thought? What if I had stumbled upon the brainwashing chamber of a nefarious vixen?
I went to bed with that idea in mind and today I wrote something similar. Everyone loves a good mental rewiring, right? What do you mean you don’t? Hmmm… I think you need more brainwashing. Gladys will take good care of you the moment she finishes programming Jason’s mind. What is she going to do to him, you ask? That would be telling, don’t you think?