Distance
Jackson kneeled before his hypnotic mistress, tears filling his eyes, broken suggestions dripping away.
“I’m sorry. You gave new meaning to my life and I became trash tier.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner you were in pain.”
“I still want to serve you.”
“You will but for now…”
She hugged him and walked away.
In all relationships, there’s potential for success but also for explosive failure. The latter is even more true when there are mental manipulation aspects involved. Due to the complex nature of hypnosis and mind control techniques, certain things can unravel in strange ways. I talked about this before but I’m emphasizing it once more because safety is the most important thing.
If you were expecting something light-hearted as it’s usual standard fare around here, you’ll forgive me for not indulging you. This is still a piece of fiction but it’s something that can actually happen unlike most of the scenarios I construct. I just think it’s important to keep things grounded every now and then. If by reading my stories, you’ve come to find yourself drawn to the idea of having a hypnotic Mistress, just remember she’s a real person as well and not simply the embodiment of whatever fantasies you may have. You are a real person too and you should strive your best to act as one. Mistakes can happen. Be careful with extremes and have fun. I promise I’ll write something funny tomorrow. Until then.
Milk
“Three, two, one and… wake up!” Claire snapped her fingers. “How are you feeling?”
“Good, but a little thirsty as usual,” David replied.
“That’s okay. I have a milkshake for you. Bottoms up!”
“Thanks. It’s pretty good. Wait, this isn’t milk!” he tossed the glass to the side.
“Well, there was milking involved…” She grinned.
Yesterday, I committed myself to write something funny for today’s daily challenge piece. Of course, “funny” is relative because everyone’s sense of humor is different. However, I’ve come to realize that when it comes to fetish scenes like the ones I devise, the funniest pieces seem to be the ones that involve a misconception, or a pun, perhaps both.
For a hypnotist/hypnodomme, often the fun consists in playing with the subject’s expectations, warp their senses, and then hit them with something totally unexpected that leaves them panting. Well, there was no panting on this one but surely you know what David drank. The question is: do you feel sorry for the guy or do you envy him for being mindfucked that way? Food for thought, or should I say “drink for no thoughts at all”?
Flowers
You pick a flower from the garden and start going at its petals.
“She owns me… she owns me not… she owns me…”
You’re heartbroken when it ends with a “not” until she touches your forehead and you realize you were never in a garden.
You bloom under her control knowing she controls your mind.
An unexpected flower is blooming on a vase I have on my courtyard. No idea how that happened as I didn’t plant a thing there but it sure is nice to see. Upon noticing that, I knew I had part of the theme for today’s piece already in place.
As for everything else in it, spur of the moment, I guess. I didn’t think too much about it because I’m having a hard time thinking anyway. Maybe there was something in that flower that made my senses go wild, or maybe I’m just messing with you all, giving off an impression that something is happening when it’s not or the other way around. I do have a courtyard, I think. I did see a flower there today, I think. I did just write a story because of it, I think. 😉 Confused? Don’t worry. It’s just fiction, anyway.
Extreme Thoughts
“How’s your relationship with Mistress Amber going?” Dan asked.
“Good. Better. I don’t have extreme thoughts any more,” Charles replied.
“Oh?”
“I used to think she was perfect and had to be obeyed always.”
“And now?”
“Now I think she’s the most beautiful woman alive, a living Goddess, perfect, and has to be obeyed always.”
This was born out of the word “obsession”. We all have our particular obsessions: a music group, a movie, a hobby. Writing and being creative is certainly one of mine and I don’t know what I would do without it. Femdom can also become the object of obsessions and that’s certainly one of the reasons why this particular segment of the sex industry thrives.
Despite the weight of the word, an obsession doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. It can just be a form of compelling motivation to achieve something. Femdom as a whole can be a tremendous therapeutic experience, for instance. Of course, extremes should be avoided at all costs, unless we’re just talking about fictional tales. Notice how in this particular case, the answer to Charles’ obsession was to become even more obsessed though it’s obvious he doesn’t realize it. What about you? What are your personal obsessions? Are you aware of them all? How do you handle them in your daily life? I would love to hear from you if you’re inclined to share. Until tomorrow.