Moving In
“Are we still on for tonight?” Harold asked.
“I can’t,” Trent replied. “My sister is in town.”
“So…?”
“When she’s around, she hypnotizes me and turns me into a mindless pet until she gets bored.”
“I see… hold this.” Harold handed him a bag.
“What are you doing?”
“Packing up. I’m moving in with you.”
Yesterday’s piece was kind of dark so, today, I decided to go with something lighter to offset that tone and this was the first idea that came to mind. With friends like these… then again, you would probably do the same thing if you were in Harold’s shoes. And yes, before you ask, Trent’s sister is hot.
Deep Sleep
“How do you like my sister’s new album?” Marjorie queried.
“I’ve yet to listen to it from start to finish, sorry,” Dan replied.
“What? You have time for Hypnodomme recordings but not her music? Seriously?”
“Yeah, about that…” He handed her the CD and she burst out laughing.
The first track was entitled “Deep Sleep”.
Falling asleep to the sound of music is something I used to do a lot in my teenage years. I still indulge in such pleasures from time to time but it’s certainly not the same thing anymore. I did it yesterday though and I was so tired the only thing I remember is listening to a single track and…
Well, today I decided to play with that keeping the challenge overall theme in mind and this story was born. I think it’s a fun one and perhaps will ring true to many hypno-fetishists out there.
No Other Explanation
Terry and Frank sat in the bathroom of the former’s house, pants down.
“So…” Terry began.
“So…” Frank nodded.
“… we agree that what just happened was all because of Amber’s suggestions, right?”
“Oh, absolutely! There’s no other explanation.”
“Right… We should get out of here, then.”
“Or perhaps, we could stay…”
Standing outside, Amber chuckled.
Just being funny with a bit of vagueness though we have two men in the bathroom with the pants down and a hypnotist laughing outside so what do you think happened? Wrong answers only. Feel free to leave them in the comments if you wish.
Transformation Complete
Charles shuddered. The cursed item was calling him, its voice identical to his own.
“Come. Surrender.”
“No… I can’t.”
“You must. Give in.”
“I…” he touched the black rubber and infinite ecstasy overwhelmed his senses. Quietly, he allowed the hood to cover his face and disappeared.
“Follow me, drone.” His Mistress commanded, the transformation complete.
I was actually writing another piece of micro-fiction involving drones when this came to me so two for one, I guess. If this is your kink, it’s your lucky day. If it’s not, perhaps a hypnotic woman will, one day, change your mind. Either way, best of luck.