Guess
“Why do you write stories every day?” She asked.
“I was hypnotized to do it,” he replied.
“Really?”
“Not sure. Can’t remember. Just guessing.”
“Guess what’s about to happen.”
“Are you going to hypnotize me with that pendant?”
“No.”
“The ring?”
“No.”
“Your nails?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“A story.”
“Oh,” he typed his will away.
Keeping up with a challenge like this for so long isn’t easy. I have lots of ideas, true, but sometimes I don’t know where they came from at all. Were they just random bursts of inspiration? Were they planted there by suggestions, subliminals, or things of the sort? Did I start doing this because I really wanted or was my volition “tampered” with just enough for the seed to grow, a growth that’s now unstoppable.
One day, I’ll tell you it was all me and own my accomplishments, another I’ll say I had no choice in the matter. I was programmed to want this and I want it more than ever. Let’s cut to the chase and be blunt about it: the latter is hot. It is, no doubt about it. The thought of having one’s mind manipulated like that to the point where I don’t know if my ideas are mine or not is hot. It can be confusing as fuck, but it’s hot nonetheless especially when it translates into something like Spell… B-O-U-N-D, for instance.
Whether I write them every day because I want to or I was taught to want it, the fact remains that this is hot. This makes me happy. This inspires everything else. The daily writing challenge is the basis for many of the things you find around here. It’s because of it, I now have published e-books, it’s because of it the site has grown to what it is at the moment, it’s because of it that I keep creating more and more things. Each new snippet solidifies that so while the above piece is humorous in nature, it’s also true to me on some level.
Her New Business
Jeff knelt by the sofa, waiting for instructions. When his sister walked in, along with three friends, he smiled. When she pointed to her shoes, he kissed them.
“And this is just after two days of programming,” Lisa said. The other women were impressed. Gladly, they opened up their purses to attend her hypnosis lessons.
A common fantasy in the hypnosis and mind control scene is world domination. Brainwashing the masses, controlling everyone. Given that this is primarily a Femdom site, and this is a Femdom challenge, fantasies of this sort involve women enslaving all men. So far, nothing out of the ordinary, right?
Of course, not all women are naturally dominant and not all women have hypnotic skills which means they must be taught somehow. The idea of hypnotic schools isn’t new in the scene either but it makes sense if you think about it. It’s not just a matter of business or pleasure. One can have both and that’s what exactly what Lisa did. When she is done, three more women will know how to program and condition their men, the word of mouth will spread and, sooner or later, every single female will be imbued with such a knowledge. World domination doesn’t have to happen overnight. All it takes is baby steps to get going. Remember that the next time you’re around a woman.
Unnatural
Mark drove to work and saw many different things on his way there:
– a dozen hypnotized men being leashed around like dogs.
– a baby goat walking on the street.
– a policewoman forcing a driver to lick her boots clean.
Mark posted a pic of the goat to his Facebook and laughed. It was so unnatural.
Part of this one was inspired by true events. Yes, I did see a baby goat crossing the street today. It was completely random and yet it happened. I wasn’t driving but rather walking my dogs earlier in the morning when it happened. At a distance, I saw a man with something brown and white walking behind him. It didn’t look like a dog, it didn’t look like a cat but I had to wait until they both got closer to get the confirmation. Then they crossed the street right before me and I laughed.
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When I woke up today, I certainly didn’t expect to see a baby goat on the street. I live in a big city, goats aren’t exactly something normal. It was fun yet weird. If I saw goats every day, I wouldn’t think that way, but I don’t. My brain isn’t programmed to see such a thing as nothing more than an odd occurrence. I don’t know if the goat was the man’s pet or what. I had never seen any of them before. I probably never will again. The oddity remains.
Yesterday, I talked about world domination. In a world perfectly controlled and brainwashed, what were previously unnatural things become standard fare. To me, seeing the goat was weird, but if I happened to see a woman walking around men in a leash, that would be weird too. We’re not used to seeing public displays of fetish and when it comes to actual play, those scenes should be kept private because other people didn’t consent to be a part of them and have a right to be offended. However, if the entirety of the world had been converted into a fetish playground, if all men had been taught to believe in Female Supremacy, if kinkiness became standard programming, then I wouldn’t respond to it at all. The goat would remain an outlier but not the rest.
This is why I wrote this one. It’s a funny exercise about how things once seen as strange become second nature once we get used to them, or once we’re programmed to accept them as such. Mark’s reaction is one of someone who’s in too deep already. Everything all around is perfectly acceptable because in his world men defer to women at all times. As for goats, they’ll keep on doing their own things, whether crossing streets or appearing in random blog posts.
Stiff
“Alexandra?”
“Alexandra, why aren’t you talking? Is everything okay?”
“Alexandra? You’re so cold! Are you…? No, you can’t… this is…”
“ALEXANDRA!”
Outside the General’s office
“He really thinks that mannequin is you…” Colonel Gibbons said.
“Yep,” Agent 47-D noted.
“When are you going to tell him?”
“Let him finish mouth to mouth first…” She laughed.
Every now and then, I introduce small variations to the formula behind Alexandra Ryder’s adventures in micro-fiction format. Although the basic premise remains the same – a humorous romp involving her and her boss, General Hayes, sometimes it’s necessary to add small distractions, play with perceptions in other ways. I did that with Trancecognito for instance and now I’m doing it again.
Now for the real life aspects behind this one. There’s a clothes shop very close to my house. Today, they were dressing the mannequins at the window and one of them fell off. When picking it up, it almost gave the impression they were trying to resuscitate the thing and my silly little mind did the rest. I suppose the mannequin angle could have worked with just about any character but it fits Alexandra’s deviant personality to a tee, I think.