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 July 1st and July 31st.
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Ignore Them
“You broke him,” Diana said, referring to her husband.
“Yes,” Deborah replied.
“And then you built him up again.”
“As your obedient slave, yes.”
“Sometimes, he remembers bits of who he was…”
“They all do, it’s natural. Just trigger him again.”
“And the tears?”
“Ignore them.”
“Not sure I can.”
“You ignore yours…” Deborah smirked.
When you break something, what usually happens when you fix it? It’s never 100% the same, right? There’s always a crack, a fissure, a line misplaced or something of the sort. When you break people to build them up again, the same thing happens although it gets a bit more complicated than that.
Let’s suppose the purpose of the breaking was to eliminate a set of behaviors and instill another. The bad ones never disappear completely. Memories can be altered but they’re usually never fully repressed. Even broken people who agreed to be broken may find themselves unconsciously trying to snap out of it.
In fantasies, the issue only appears if one wants to. The mind-controller is often seen as omnipotent, its power can never falter but the consequences can still take place. This is a dark piece because it deals with that but also with breaking more than one person. We’re all brainwashed at some point and even though Diana owns her husband now, it’s obvious by the end she’s owned too and doesn’t recognize it.
Dark? Yes. Hot as fuck? That too. You know you loved it.
Better Version of Himself
“You lied!” Greg vociferated.
“No, I didn’t.” Beatrice replied.
“That’s another lie! You said your spell would turn me into a better version of myself but I’m still old and fat!”
“True, but now you’re my slave and that’s better for me. I need more eye of newt. Third shelf on the right.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Yesterday’s piece was dark so I wrote this one today for the laughs. Witches are a devious bunch, aren’t they? You’re not sorry for Greg, are you?
House of the Setting Sun
“There is a house in New Orleans they call the Setting Sun…” Jake hummed.
“Rising Sun. you mean,” Lance noted.
“Not this one. It’s a special house. Once you step inside, the sun goes down on your thoughts of independence and free will. You even forget who you are.”
“Damn! Who lives there?”
“Your Hypnodomme.”
The famous song House of the Rising Sun was playing on the radio during my lunch break and while I’m well aware it’s got nothing to do with hypnotic femdom and stuff, the opening lines of the song can certainly evoke such an idea. I mean look at this:
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one.I’m using “ruin” here in jest, of course. I could have maintained the title and go for the rise of hypno-slavery or something like that, but the metaphor of the setting sun made more sense and thus another wacky piece was born. Don’t go to that house unless you don’t have a choice.
Mindless Ecstasy
Devon laid in his bed, eyes closed, whimpering in mindless ecstasy. His fists were clenched, legs all sweaty and sticky. Mistress Maureen had told him her new hypnotic suggestions would be the strongest ever, and once again, she was right.
“One orgasm for each firework,” she said.
He would never forget this 4th of July.
It’s the 4th of July so congratulations to all my American friends out there. Even if you’re not my friend and I never met you, congratulations as well! I usually do a 4th of July piece every year and, this time, I thought that fireworks and multiple orgasms would make for an explosive combination. I was right.