Checkmate… Again!
“Checkmate!” Helen said.
“What? I don’t even remember you making the opening move in the board.” Bill protested.
“What are you suggesting?”
“You hypnotized me again.”
“No, I didn’t… Checkmate!”
“You did it again. You were black just now.”
“Not true. Checkmate!”
Thirty-four wins later, Bill finally realized his trigger.
It was the color “red”.
I’m a chess lover and have lots of fun playing the game on a regular basis. I’m not going to brag and say I’m a Grandmaster or anything but I’ve proven hard to beat when really focused. Of course, I’ve also been thrashed mercilessly when not concentrated as I should be so… win some, lose some, that’s the way everything goes in life, isn’t it?
Anyway, I wanted to write a piece about triggers that involved a game of sorts and chess was the first thing that came to mind. Naturally, you all assumed that the hypnotic trigger was the word “checkmate”, correct? The thing about triggers is that not all of them are as clear and evident as they appear to be because, in certain circumstances, if you’re aware of them, they don’t work. That is why, triggers can be masked by other triggers, words and feelings can be activated by things you think you’re aware of when in fact you’re not. The trick is to distract the conscious mind with superfluous stuff, stories within stories, something that seems a bit too obvious and when the focus is there, hit the subsconscious from another angle.
Bill never stood a chance because the game he was playing was not the one Helen had in store for him. Chess was just a metaphor so to speak and if she can do that to him with a single word, imagine what else she can do. Imagine what she could do to you and… checkmate!
Unacceptable
“ALANA!”
“Yes, Carl?”
“Why is my favorite shirt all bleached out? This is unacceptable!”
“You think?”
“Don’t laugh. This is serious!”
“I know…” she kept on laughing.
“Fine, I’ll get another shirt.”
He stormed out. So focused on the shirt, he didn’t notice the woman’s thong he was wearing.
His hypnotic conditioning was going smoothly.
Much like yesterday’s piece, this one plays with perceptions. Hypnosis changes the way we think, it alters our focus, it creates new neural pathways. One can be made to believe lots of different things through it, one can be made to forget lots of things as well if we’re up for it. If the mind believes in something, it becomes true, and if it’s true, why doubt it?
I accidentally ruined a shirt of mine, today. That’s why the story begins the way it does. I was a bit disappointed, I admit, but it’s just a piece of clothing anyway. I had no one to yell with except myself and yet the name Alana came to my lips. Immediately, I sat down and wrote this.
Before you ask, no, I’m not wearing a woman’s thong right now. I don’t think I could have my thoughts altered that way because I don’t like the idea but…
Anyway, I hope you had fun. This challenge will continue tomorrow. Thank you for reading.
An Easy Task
Mistress’ orders were clear. She wanted him to type.
“Ten lines? That’s easy,” Mark muttered.
He typed the first and the number increased to twenty.
He typed the second and the number increased to thirty.
He typed the third and the number increased to forty.
He kept on banging the imaginary keyboard while she laughed.
I’ve been typing a lot lately, more than I used to. It’s faster than writing by hand though I miss doing so on a regular basis as well. However, in order to share my ideas with you all, I need to type. I like typing for myself. I like typing for you knowing you’ll read my ramblings and appreciate them on some level. I also like the idea of serving.
Serving can take many forms and typing is one of them. Even if all you’re doing is piling up lines that make no sense at all, you’re still doing it for someone you trust and care about, someone you’re willing to sacrifice your time for. There’s nothing meaningless about that when you think about it. Having recently written a poem about typing, I wanted to explore the idea in a different way and yes, typing can be a matter of perception too when it comes to hypnosis and mind control.
Would you love to type in this fashion? Does an easy task such as this one make your fetish senses tingle?
Two of Her
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“You’re here, but you’re also in the Infirmary. How is that possible?”
“It’s not. That’s Sam from IT. He wanted to be me so I made him believe so, clothes and all.
“I can’t handle two of you…”
“How about three?” Colonel Gibbons peeked in. His wig was ravishing.
The General sighed.
Have you ever wished you were someone else even if only for a brief moment? I know I have. Not only as I was growing up but also as an adult. It’s fun to fantasize being in someone else’s shoes, live an entirely different life with an entirely different set of experiences, feelings and sensations to boot. Did you know that through hypnosis you can live out such scenarios? Your mind can wander through myriads of possibilities, enjoy a bit of escapism.
Alexandra’s idea wasn’t quite like that but it’s still fun to imagine, don’t you agree? In her fantastic world, anything is possible, and whatever thoughts she plants inside your head are sure to stick around. For instance, I wasn’t going to write about her today but she told me I had to and behold, another shorties featuring her hypnotic shenanigans appeared before my eyes.
Just kidding. Or am I? Perhaps I’m really Alexandra in disguise and this post is just to confuse you further. Are you confused right now? Do you want to be like her?