Year 5 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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Child’s Play
“I can’t do this!” Jonathan muttered.
“But you said it was child’s play…” Marlene grinned.
“I know. It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“I’m not really a child so… I’m out!”
“Not so fast…”
Flashing lights hit his eyes as her voice took over.
Jonathan happily got the lawn mower running. The diaper was just an extra.
Want to make your lady happy? Don’t wait for her to take care of things around the house then. Do it yourself! However, if you need an extra incentive, I guess hypnosis is fair game and so are diapers if that’s what she wants… you want to be a good bitch slave for her, don’t you? Of course, you do. The piece is called Child’s Play because it’s Children’s Day here in my country.
The Gift
Darren opened the front door. A small package lay waiting on the welcome mat. A note attached read: “A gift. Open it.”
He did. There was a tennis ball inside, carrying all the memories of past trances at Becky’s hands.
“Mistress?” He gasped, before falling to his knees.
Standing across the street, his ex-girlfriend rejoiced.
A little impromptu that was written first thing in the morning. Triggers are a funny thing and so are memories. They can remain dormant for ages and then, suddenly, spring back to life with the proper stimulus. Not really sure why I went with a tennis ball because it’s not like I’m that fond of the sport but I suppose it’s as good of a thing as any other. That particular featured image was then chosen because it has a hypnotic quality to it with the spiraling water, doesn’t it?
Serial Filler
The date was going wonderfully, seduction inevitable. And then, Dave asked:
“Is it true your nickname in high school was Serial Filler?”
“Oh, yes…” Barbara replied.
“Why?”
“I used to hypnotize everyone I met and then fill them with lustful desires of me.”
“Used to?”
“Want a demonstration?”
“Please do.”
“Everything starts with a kiss…”
The idea for this one came at the same time as yesterday’s, but I saved it. I was thinking about serial killers and then it occurred to me that someone that mass hypnotized and brainwashed people could be called a “serial filler”. It’s one of those silly things of the moment but something I had a lot of fun coming up with. Having tried a couple of scenarios in my head to make it work, this was one that struck a chord with me so I ran with it.
Walking in the Desert
He was going blank.
He could feel it, thoughts dripping from his mind like water, one drop at a time until only a desert remained.
Walking through the sands, bare feet trampling dreams and ideas alike, the sadist turned his back on him, ordered him to follow.
The slave obeyed for he remembered nothing else.
The image in question is the one I chose to feature in this post. It’s very nice and looking at it gave me all sorts of ideas. This was one I like the most, mostly because of the metaphorical vibe of it all. However, your mind doesn’t have to be a desert. It can bloom and flourish in submission. In fact, it should. In all circumstances, her needs and her fun come first.