Year 2 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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Business Opportunity
“I need a new apartment and…”
“I couldn’t help but overhear. Felicia Davies, real estate agent,” a lovely redhead produced a card.
Noel and his brother looked at it, becoming immediately enraptured by the spiraling pattern at the center.
“Oops, wrong card,” she giggled.
The first place she would show them was her private dungeon.
Today’s entry is inspired by a true story. Well, the first two sentences at least. I was heading out a bar and heard two men talking about the need to buy a new house when a beautiful woman in a purplish business attire seized the moment. I didn’t stick around to know more details of what transpired because I had already made my mental picture by then. I don’t regret it one bit. Enjoy.
Graduation Day
“I don’t get it,” Harry remarked. “How come Becky’s graduating when she skipped every class in the whole year?”
“Not all of them,” Oliver corrected him. “I know for a fact she finished one.”
“And that was…?”
“Mesmerism and Mind Control.”
“I see.”
That explained why every teacher knelt in adoration as she passed by.
What can I say about this one? Just an impromptu, really. Right after lunch, I found myself thinking about the word “graduation” for no apparent reason, sat down and started writing, no filters, no anything. The result is another randomly weird piece, I guess. I hope you liked it.
Gridlock
“I have come to rescue you, my princess,” Alan declared, head over heels.
“Finally! Oh, my knight in shining armor! What took you so long?” Bridget asked.
“There were giants, witches, and brightly-colored traffic lights and… wait, what?”
“Just relax and go deeper, dear,” she cooed.
Who said being stuck in traffic couldn’t be fun?
Two hours. I spent two hours stuck inside a bus today. There was an accident somewhere, traffic came to a halt and so I had to endure it all. Normally, I would have walked the rest of the way home but I was tired, the seat was relatively comfortable so I allowed myself to stay there. At one point, I dozed off leaning against the window, some fairy-tale images came to mind, when I opened my eyes again, I turned them into this bizarre thing you’re about to read. Enjoy your weekend and until tomorrow.
Pet Training
“Mfmffffmmmff.”
“Yes, Carl?”
“Mfmffffmmmff.”
“I don’t understand,” Andrea insisted.
“Mfmffffmmmff.”
“Cat got your tongue? Or was it a kitten?”
“Mfmffffmmmff.”
“I hope you’ll think twice before disobeying me next time. Now, when I snap my fingers, the muzzle will disappear, understood?”
He nodded.
She snapped.
He barked. And howled. And licked her feet.
“Good doggy.”
There’s a park near my house I enjoy going to with my dogs. It’s a fairly quiet place but, every now and then, things take place there that so happen to be good sources of inspiration. Today, there was this mid-thirties woman in a floral dress sitting there with a labradoodle. Quite the jolly fellow, the thing the cute four-legged creature seemed to enjoy doing the most was to lick her owner’s toes through her sandals. Mind you, she seemed to love it as well.
Shortly after arriving home, my kinky mind turned this scene into the piece above.