Year 1 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 May 1st and May 31st.
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Muse Talk V
“How’s your writer doing?”
“Very good. He’s quite pleased to have finished his first month of short stories.”
“Huh? But he’s starting the fifth month today!”
“Yeah, well, he doesn’t remember that…”
“I thought he didn’t like the idea of hypnotic amnesia.”
“He doesn’t remember that either.”
“Oh, that’s mean, but…”
“So much fun?”
“Exactly.”
More Muse shenanigans. On my part, I still maintain that the idea of not remembering things freaks me out a bit, but it’s kind of hot reading about it in stories, so I wrote about it in a self-referential fashion of sorts.
Cravings
“That’s the fifth cup of coffee, Joe… slow down!” Quentin exclaimed.
“I can’t… it’s my addiction!”
“Thankfully I don’t have those…”
“Bullshit! Who do you love?”
“My Mistress Clara,” Quentin responded, glassy-eyed.
“Who do you serve?”
“My Mistress Clara.”
“Who do you obey?”
“My Mistress Clara.”
“I rest my case,” Joe sniggered, filling another cup.
There are no obsessions whatsoever in this tale, I kid you not! No real inspiration behind this one, just an impromptu to keep the challenge going. I don’t even drink coffee.
Masterpiece
“Wow!” Andrew exclaimed, looking at her painting.
“Is it that good?” Sophie asked, her delicate perfume filling the air.
“It’s amazing! Everything feels like it’s moving… I feel…”
“Drawn to it? Drawn to me?” she teased.
“Y-yes, ” he stammered. Her perfume was lovely, indeed, and it was impregnating the canvas, his nostrils, and his mind.
Back to the world of art with a focus on a different sense this time around. My sense of smell is terribly poor so this probably wouldn’t work on me.
Sinking
“This is mutiny!” Captain Dennings spat.
“Hardly,” the young priestess replied, grinning. “Just taking what’s rightfully mine…”
The entranced crew members surrounding her nodded silently.
“You filthy witch! I should have you let you drown with the pirates!!”
“Yes, you should have… Now your soul shall sink for me.”
Her hazel eyes began to glow.
After seeing a documentary about pirates the night before (can’t recall the title, sorry), I found myself thinking of seafaring adventures and whatnot. This was the first thought that came to me.