Wrongfully Right
“How about this one?” Deborah asked, hypno-slave catalog in hand.
Cassandra frowned. “I want the one on page ten. He’s got a twin and one can never go wrong with twins…”
Deborah looked at the spitting image of herself and laughed. They were sure to find all the right ways to go wrong soon enough.
The last piece was somewhat poetic. This one simply has twins, for double the fun.
Declaration of Dependence
“I, the undersigned, hereby solemnly declare that I am nothing but a hypnotized puppet for my Mistress and that I will always be dependent upon her commands for the rest of my life.
Thomas Jefferson”
Imbued with an unparalleled joy for yet another successful mission, the time-travelling hypnotist smiled before opening a portal back home.
My time-travelling hypnotist returns to mess with American History once again. Could this be the beginning of the U.S.O.? (United States of Obedience).
His Trigger
“This book is going to eclipse all the… hey, what’s wrong?” Ashley asked.
“Your brother started masturbating behind you…” Mark gulped, confused.
“Oops… I used his trigger accidentally. Sorry, you weren’t supposed to have seen this.”
“Trigger? What sort of kinky stuff are you two into?”
“You’ll see.”
A metronome started ticking in the background.
If you’re going to use triggers to control someone, be sure to use uncommon words otherwise strange things may happen… just a friendly advice, okay?
Deprogramming?
“Don’t worry, we’ll deprogram your mind in no time,” Dr. Watkins concluded.
“Thank you,” Bob muttered, eyes cast down.
“Are we really doing this?” Nurse Amy whispered on the doctor’s ear.
“No,” she whispered back. “We’re just entertaining him until his Mistress gets here.”
“And then what?”
“We get to join the fun…” she winked.
Yes, this one is naughty. I was asked why he wanted to be deprogrammed in the first place. Good question.