Hairy Situation
“You’re late again, Jeremy. Why?”
“My girlfriend hypnotized me and had me service her orally, Mr. Dawson.”
“Your excuses keep getting weirder.”
“It’s no excuse. I’m conditioned to always answer questions truthfully.”
“What do you think of my new haircut then?”
“Your toupée, you mean?”
Hair today, gone tomorrow. He didn’t need the job, anyway.
The genesis of this piece was a trope quite common in popular culture.My sense of humor has gone haywire again, it seems, but I’m going to stand my ground and continue laughing at my own ludicrousity. By the way, this is quite a curious word. I should probably use it more often.
If Michael Bay Directed a Hypnotic Femdom Movie
Explosion.
Another explosion.
Exploding title card.
A sultry woman appears, enslaves a man. His mind is blown meaning…
Explosions.
Even more explosions.
Ridiculous action scene impossible to grasp follows.
It involves explosions.
The end.
Feature Length: 162 minutes.
Budget: $195 millions.
Plot: Excuse me?
The audience remembers nothing of it when it’s over.
Mission accomplished.
This is certainly one of the wackiest things I’ve ever written in my life. As you know by now, the fetish scene depicted in these writings is somewhat niche. It’s certainly more widespread and easier to find than a few years back, but it’s still a niche nonetheless. Still, a lot of quality content gets produced within it on a regular basis, and I’ve certainly read my fair amount of stories that would make for excellent TV series or movies provided one were willing to work them correctly.
Okay, where am I going with this? Earlier today, I started thinking what would happen if Hollywood decided to go for it. How would a hypnotic femdom-centric blockbuster play out? And who would be at the helm of such an enterprise? The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the chances of things being f@#ked up (hey, I’m polite!) were far greater than anything else and, soon, my once noble idea became a parody of itself. Since I love parodies and unconventional story-telling mechanisms, the path became clear. No disrespect intended, just plain old fun. I hope you enjoyed it.
Baptism
“Are you a religious man?” She asked, touching the cross around her neck.
“No,” he replied. “Religion is cancer. Faith is for the weak.”
“So you kneel before no God?”
“Exactly!”
“It’s a good thing I’m a Goddess then,” she smiled, enveloped by an unnatural glow.
Basking in newfound adoration, he grew weaker and weaker…
Not trying anything wacky today, merely going for a take on the ways of worship.
The general idea for it came from watching the news, namely a segment where a disillusioned man of the cloth was being interviewed. He lost his faith and now his mind was set on the notion that clinging on to such ideas was an act of weakness. I’m not a religious person myself but I respect the existence of all beliefs just as long as they don’t become extreme views.
Seeing as Female Dominance and Goddess Worship tend to go hand in hand, I constructed this little supernatural piece
Licker
“No more…” Albert mumbled.
“I thought you loved licking my boots!” Sheila remarked.
“I do, but not all of them in one sitting.”
“You’re not sitting, you’re kneeling,” she grinned.
“May I stop, please?”
“Not yet. Continue.”
He sighed, eyes glazed, tongue helplessly enslaved.
Fifty pairs danced in his mind…
… but she only wore flats.
Today’s piece was about something I’ve never written before, namely misleading percepti… oh, who am I trying to kid? Things not being what they seem is pretty much a staple of the genre. I hope you enjoyed another take on the subject.