Blood Work
“Amazing!” Dr. Waters said.
“What is it, Dr?” Steph asked.
“Your have the rarest blood type of all, dear: HS.”
“Never heard of it.”
“It means Hypnotic Slut. Simply put, your blood makes you more prone to be enslaved.”
“Now what?”
“Now I call all my friends and we have fun.”
Steph rubbed her hands.
Elsewhere, my friend Steph wrote this to me yesterday evening.
“I’ve got a blood test on Wednesday, fancy the challenge? Nurse is female if that helps, but I suspect you might want to change gender of victim?”
I’m not one to say “no” to a challenge and no, I didn’t change the gender of the victim. Why would I when I know what she likes, huh? Ready to be dominated, too?
Mindcut
Dennis stared blankly at the rotating barber pole, thoughts defocused.
“Hello, boy,” Cynthia said, noticing his trance state. “It looks like you need a haircut.”
“Yes…” he droned.
“It also looks like you need to be fucked in the ass.”
“Yessss…” he drooled.
“Good.”
Cynthia led him inside the shop and closed for the day.
I walk by four barbershops on my way to work, all of them with the rotating sign hanging by the door. I’m well aware of the bloody history that surrounds these objects but I always found them fascinating. It’s the way they spin, I guess, though I never stopped to stare at them. I have no doubt people can be hypnotized by the motion though.
Thinking of that, I wrote this one. As for the title, I made up a new word and it’s a pun on haircut, obviously. You don’t need to think, just obey.
Piece of Shit
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Is it true you were harassed at the party last week?”
“Yes, and not just me. The jerk attacked every woman so I gave him a lesson..”
“I know, but don’t you think a permanent explosive diarrhea trigger is overkill?”
“No, what better punishment for a piece of shit?”
The General gulped.
An impromptu after I failed to trim down my idea for today to the word limit of this challenge. Alexandra sure likes her sense of justice and yes, men that harass women are the worst kind and shouldn’t be even called men at all. Don’t fuck with a hypnotist or you’ll regret it.
Cumtribution
“Sticky hands, Paul? Were you jerking off?”
“Always, Dan.”
“Didn’t your hypnodomme take care of that addiction?”
“She arranged a way for it to become useful.”
“What way?”
“I was entranced to become a sperm donor. Half of my payments go to her.”
“Quite ingenuous.”
“And you’re fucked.”
“Why?”
“You now owe her fifty bucks.”
Many men suffer from chronic masturbation but this type of addiction doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. All addictions can be channeled into becoming a good thing with the right approach and a clever Domme (hypnotic or not) knows them all.
The genesis for this one was simply that. I started wondering how would someone be able to “fix” a chronic masturbation problem if the subject refused to stop masturbating in the first place. Sperm banks and the pay one gets for becoming a frequent donor came to mind and the rest was my silly sense of humor coming into play.
If your hands are sticky, don’t ask me to shake them.