Trance Certificate
The bouncer looked at Harry and said:
“This club’s for hypnoslaves only. Trance Certificate, please.”
“Fuck! I forgot. Will a trigger from my Domme work?”
“Sure.”
Harry reached for his phone and played a sample of Goddess Amanda’s voice.
He was not the first man entering the club barking, and he wouldn’t be the last.
I don’t know what’s going on in your country but over here, to access certain types of activities now, you need a digital certificate that you’ve already been vaccinated for Covid. I haven’t because I wasn’t part of the priority groups though I’m expecting to be called for it next month. Anyway, I approve of the vaccine and believe everyone should take it but find this certificate thing kind of absurd, to be honest.
This piece was partially inspired by that. I started thinking: what if there were a hypno-club that demanded some sort of proof of entry, and what would that proof be like? It’s a silly little thing but we all need some humor in our lives, right?
Anxious
Mark stared at his e-mail inbox. Nothing! Mistress said she would message him at noon and it was already five minutes past the time.
Had she forgotten? No! Never! He had to wait, be patient. He could do that. He wasn’t a brainwashed jerk.
He waited and waited, falling deeper and deeper under her control.
Just a random impromptu. That’s it, really.
The Choice
To fall back in Mistress Amanda’s good graces, Dan had to accept chastity for a year or let her hypnotize him.
“Hypnosis, please.”
“Easy way out, huh?” She smirked.
“I’m not dumb,” He thought.
Easily, she worked her magic on him and when he was under… convinced him to go into chastity for two years.
If you make a Domme upset and want to win her over again, when presented with a choice, you should never go for the easy solution. It’s always a trap and there are always consequences. This humorous piece is an exercise on that, one that came to me early in the morning but could only be written now.