Completely Blank
Miss Shaw stared at the captivated man in front of her.
“John, your resume is completely blank. What exactly are you good at?”
Blank eyes trailed her silky stockings as he mumbled:
“I’m good at becoming a mindless bitch unable to resist you.”
“Then you won’t be needing a salary… the job is yours, slave.”
Part of this was inspired by a true story, namely the blank resume. No, it didn’t happen to me but to a friend of mine I talked to a couple of days. When applying for a job, he e-mailed a blank page by mistake instead of his resume but was called to an interview anyway because whoever was in charge of the selection process didn’t notice it until it was too late. He did end up taking his resume with him for the interview but sadly didn’t make the cut in the end.
Anyway, the moment he told this story, an idea popped up and you’ve just read it. I hope you had fun… slave.
Hypnotris
“What are you doing, Patrick?” Mark asked, glancing at the TV.
“Playing Hypnotris…” he replied.
“Huh?”
“A Tetris twist my Hypnodomme came up with. For every line I clear, she adds another day to my hypnotic chastity program.”
“What?! But your score says you already cleared nine hundred!”
“I know. She’s so generous…”
Mark sighed.
I’m probably not the only one, but Tetris was one of the first videogames I played and I was actually quite good at it in my younger days. In recent years, I’ve also enjoyed many rounds of its Battle Royale variation – Tetris 99. It’s pretty amazing how such a simple concept can be so timeless and so addictive.
You know what else is timeless and addictive? Femdom hypnosis. And using a game to control a subject is just the thing a deviant Domme would do, don’t you think?
Okay, so maybe nine hundred days in chastity is overkill. It’s a good thing this is just a work of fiction then.
The Tomb of Assar
“The City of Assar is real!” Ashton exclaimed.
“More like a tomb…” Mark spat, looking at the bodies on the floor.
“Legend says Queen Zehnna’s hypnotic gaze froze anyone at will. Hundreds starved to death for her entertainment.”
“Creepy… I’m leaving. Coming?”
“I can’t…” Ashton gulped, torch light bathing a woman’s statue. Her eyes glowed.
The idea for The Tomb of Assar was born of a creepy dream I had last night. There I was exploring the ruins of an ancient civilization when my torch lit up a vast network of intersecting passageways each one riddled with mangled bodies, people who had been cursed to die, unable to move. I never found what the cause for this in the dream itself but when I woke up it was clear as day. You already know I love horror too so femdom mind control took a dark turn this time around.
Now then, don’t look at the statue or your fate is sealed.
Coinfused
It was just a coin. A regular coin. Golden. Small. Easy to twirl.
In any other person’s hands, it would go unnoticed, but she was a findom hypnotist and he was extremely suggestible.
“Yes, Mistress. I understand my money is now radioactive and that you’re protecting me by taking it all. Thank you!” He droned.
My love of puns and silly wordplay strikes again. The word that became the title of the piece came to me earlier today and then I built a narrative that suited it. Because we are talking about money, financial domination seemed like the way to go even though it’s not a fetish I’m not into. However, feel free to throw some money my way if that makes you horny… (just kidding!)
Radioactivity is bad but laughing is good, right? I hope the silliness of it all made you smile.