Money to Burn
Black smoke reached for the sky..
“But…” Kathleen mumbled.
Next to her, Lucas smiled.
“Thank you, Mistress. This feels great!”
“But…” she repeated.
The unethical findomme was shocked. After landing a millionaire, she used hypnosis to condition him to financial service but the suggestions backfired.
She shouldn’t have told him he had money to burn.
Sometimes, hypnotic suggestions don’t work as intended. Sometimes, hypnotists are bad persons. I write these as fantasies but, even in the world of Femdom, predators exist and they can manipulate you into doing horrible things if you’re not careful.
I wrote this one because I didn’t want the bad girl to win this time. Abusive Femdom isn’t real Femdom, remember that.
Will
Patricia’s brothers were all laughs. At the reading of their grandmother’s will, they had been given real estates and fancy cars and she only got…
“A stinky pendant!” James snorted.
“That sucks!” Paul noted.
“On the contrary… a pendant is all I need,” she grinned.
They were her slaves before the end of the day.
Random impromptu written just now because I needed something to keep the challenge going. No more updates today because I’m sick – running a bit of a temperature at the moment and I need to go to bed to see if I can go to work tomorrow or not. Stay safe.
No Exit
You stand in a room with three numbered doors.
Beyond door number one, a hypnodomme is waiting to control your mind. The same goes for doors two and three.
Unsatisfied, you look for an alternate exit and discover a hidden passageway to the left.
Congratulations! Beyond it, there’s a hypnodomme waiting to control your mind.
Still sick today although feeling a little better. This piece was inspired by popular game shows as well as escape rooms. I would love to play in the latter one of these days as I hear they’re quite fun.
Anyway, the choice of not having a choice is a recurrent theme in my writings and I wanted to play with that again. Even if you think outside the box, you soon realize she’s the one holding it. You can never be free but then again you don’t want to, right?
Randomme Number
“This is Empress Mesmerica. Ready to be tranced?”
“Fuck, we called a Hypnodomme!” Confused voices echoed.
“Hello, boys. Prank calling, huh?”
“Sorry, ma’am. Won’t happen again.”
“I know. Listen to my voice…”
They did. They smiled. They walked the crowded streets naked, oblivious to everything else. The prank was on them, the fun all hers.
When you were young, did you ever prank call random phone numbers just for fun? I didn’t, but I had friends that enjoyed those kind of things too much. I was always hoping that one day the prank backfired but it never did. Had they called a Domme, perhaps things had been so different. And yes, the title is a punny one because I’m silly that way.