Year 1 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 June 1st and June 30th.
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Muse Talk VI
“What are you doing?”
“Reading some of your writer’s recent creations.”
“And…?”
“Shiny boots, shiny boots, shiny boots everywhere! He seems obsessed with them as of late. Did you give him a shiny boot fetish by any chance?”
“Do you honestly think I would do such a thing?”
“Of course.”
“You know me so well…”
These Muses know it all, huh? It’s almost as if they’re inside my head or something. Oh, wait… fetish is clearly an exaggeration as I’m sure I’ve mentioned before. Still, it’s fun to play with it all.
Ghost Edits
“This post was edited by Sam Brown on June 2nd, 3:45 am EDT,” it said on the screen.
“Huh? I wasn’t online at that hour!” he protested.
“Are you sure?” he heard her silky voice inside his head.
“Positive. I wasn’t even awake!”
“Then you were sleeping…” she sniggered.
He felt his erection grow.
Weird things happen at forums all the time. I’m well aware this particular tale is a bit weird from start to finish but post-hypnotic suggestions aren’t, right?
Excerpts of Love
“We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes,” Maya said, assertively.
“Proust again?” Walter asked, completely focused on her words.
“Don’t you love it when I do that?” she replied.
“Love is space and time measured by the heart,” he quoted back. His would always be hers.
The romantic side in me decided it wanted to quote Proust once more and this came to be. I even joke about it with the question “Proust again?”. Yes, I’m afraid so, but the inspiration was too good to go to waste so…
Insecurity
“I don’t belong here,” he said.
“Where do you belong?” she asked.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t believe that.”
“What do I believe in?”
“In yourself, me, and us.”
“Nothing but illusions…”
“Only doubts are illusions.”
“Where do I belong then?”
“You belong with me.”
“Always?”
“Always.”
Relieved, he closed his eyes and sank deeper.
There’s nothing wrong with having doubts if one learns to cast them aside in order to grow. This little thing was a reflection on that and serves as a reminder of what’s truly important.