Year 3 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 March 1st and March 31st.
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Rebooted
It was the thirtieth pair of shiny laced boots. Anthony sighed.
“How much longer do I need to do this?” He tried to protest.
“For as long as I want,” Melody replied. “Tie them up.”
He did once more, specks of light hitting his eyes, knots and thoughts intertwined, booted and rebooted into total submission.
I like boots, preferably shiny ones. I go by S.B. so if you think about it, it makes perfect sense I like shiny boots, right? It’s not really a fetish, more of an inclination, so to speak. I find them sexy and the idea of having my mind seduced by them is even sexier. I’m not ashamed of it for things are what they are and there’s nothing wrong with having fantasies as long as one doesn’t lose track of them. So, in a nutshell: I like boots. I like writing about boots as a mind-warping mechanism. I did just that with a little bit of wordplay in the mix. Lucky Anthony. Why is he complaining again?
Trancecognito
“Alexan…? Wait a minute, you’re not Alexandra!”
“I’m Alicia.”
“This is a top secret facility. How did you get in? Guards, arrest this woman!”
“Is something the matter, General?” Colonel Gibbons peeked inside his office. “Oh, hi 47-D… going incognito again?”
“Something like that,” Alexandra snapped her fingers.
The General blinked and woke from trance.
Perception is a funny thing and the mind can be easily tricked into believing certain things with the right kind of persuasion. That was the main drive of this one plus the fact one simply can’t get enough of Alexandra’s shenanigans, right? Yes, she told me to type that and who am I to resist her charms? And yes, I made up that word but it’s a good one.
You Can Quote Me on That
“The death of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world,” Lance muttered.
“Do you want me dead?” Harriet whispered.
“I want you to control my mind.”
“Good, because the death of your free will is unquestionably the most erotic thing to me…” she confessed. “You can quote me on that.”
Today, I said to myself. “You know, it’s been a while since you used a quote as a starting point of one of these”. “You’re absolutely right,” I replied to myself. “We need to take care of that, a.s.a.p.” And that’s what I did.
I chose Edgar Allan Poe because I’m very fond of his works from the poetry to his ghost stories. I could have used many other lines to construct my fetish variation but that one was the one that stuck with me the most. If I had written this piece yesterday, it’s possible I would have ended up choosing differently unless I had no choice at all, but it’s not like such things happen on Spell… B-O-U-N-D, right? You can can quote me on that, too.
Cats and Dogs
“I don’t want to become your dog, Di!” Bill protested.
“Your brother said the same thing and now…”
“Woof!”
“See? I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful hypno-puppy, too.”
“Unlikely.”
“Why?”
“I’m allergic to dogs. I’ll sneeze on your shoes.”
“A cat, then.”
She changed her mind after he scratched her legs for the umpteenth time.
One of my dogs tried to chase an unchaseable cat, today. And by that I mean a cat that was high up on a rooftop, perfectly indifferent to it all. I laughed all the way to the bank because of it and decided I would write something about cats and dogs. I chose the silly route. I don’t regret it one bit. I hope you don’t regret reading it either.