Cultural Phenomenon
“Just so you’ll know, you’ve created a cultural phenomenon, Mr. Lucas.” The time-traveling hypnotist said.
“Thank you, Miss, but what’s with the strange outfit?”
“Oh, something that will come in handy in the future. Horny boys will love it.”
“I’m sure. I already love it now.”
“Is your Skywalker rising?”
“What?”
“Never mind.” She grinned.
On May 25, 1977, Memorial Day weekend opened with an intergalactic bang as the first of George Lucas’ blockbuster Star Wars movies hit American theaters. For better or worse, the series is a cultural phenomenon (I do like it but I’m not going to say I’m the biggest fan or anything) and I wanted to celebrate it in some way so this silly little piece was born.
And yes, I do enjoy Star Wars but Rise of Skywalker sucked.
Kevin
Carmen surveyed the table where her extended family was gathered. There was her brother, Kevin; her stepsister, Kevin; her father, Kevin; her mother, Kevin; her cousin, Kevin; her co-worker, Kevin; … one sole identity for her hypno-slaves, so much easier to remember them, now.
The doorbell rang and she smiled. It was her downstairs neighbor, Kevin.
Personal identity is a funny thing because it’s a construct. It’s also not fixed, but rather fluid. We’re not just one person but many. There’s our work self, our family self, our friends self, etc, etc, etc. The same, but different because we act differently depending on the context at hand.
Identity can also change when hypnotic suggestions are involved. Or brainwashing. Change a few ideas here and there and people change with them, sometimes for the best, others not so much. And then, there’s the idea of homogenization, of drones, of everyone becoming the same.
I wrote this one as a funny take on that. Carmen’s control is so absolute that everyone is stripped of who they thought they were. “Kevin” is just a name, I could have chosen any other, but it’s also an affirmation of power. The question is: is her neighbor really called like that, or is he already becoming another servant in her mind’s eye? Who knows, really?
The Goddess Calls
As the night came spiraling, a neon goddess rose from its slumber, autumn dress reaching for the stars.
Jack stopped to catch his breath as he stared at the club’s door. More than a sign, it was a promise of bliss. His mind would fly again.
Already enchanted, he stepped right in. The Goddess smiled.
Felt like writing something different, today. Something softer. I really like the image below. I think it’s graceful and even somewhat hypnotic and decided to do something with it. Can you imagine seeing it flashing in the night, and slowly being entranced by it? I can.
Drop Hard
“Here we are…” Vanessa said.
“Yes,” Benjamin replied.
“Are you… ready?”
“Are you?”
“I’m nervous. It’s my first time.”
“Mine, too. Just relax…”
“Did you just steal my line?”
“II guess, but it doesn’t matter…”
“Why not?”
“Because no matter what you say, I know I’ll drop hard.”
Her eyes sparkled. His began to close.
The game of dominance and submission isn’t one that people learn to play just like that. It’s normal to be nervous at first because it’s uncharted territory. One needs to learn and grow into his/her role of choice. The same goes for hypnosis. Dommes have every right to be nervous as subs because they’re human first, Goddesses later and I wanted to remind you all of that.
The misdirection at first was obviously intentional. I wanted you to think of sex because sex is hot but so is falling… deeper…
… deeper…
… deeper…
… isn’t it?
Benjamin is quite an eager subject. Vanessa will surely be pleased when she takes over his thoughts.