A Simple Job
It was a simple job. She had to sit at a window and look pretty, a living mannequin. The gem around her neck was a prop or so she thought.
When the first passersby knelt, she frowned.
When the second did the same, she smiled.
After reaching one hundred, she began thinking of world domination.
Earlier today, as I was walking my dogs, I stopped by a store and there was a beautiful woman at the window. I happened to look at her in a moment where she appeared to be perfectly still, just like the mannequin in the story. She wore a beautiful green necklace around her neck and when she finally moved, a speck of light bounced off it and reflected on my glasses. For someone with mind-control fantasies, especially those of the femdom kind, I’m sure you can imagine how strikingly hot this simple fact turned out to be but before you ask, no I didn’t kneel by the window… I’m not that easy.
Nonetheless, I knew right away I had the perfect theme for today’s piece of micro-fiction and now you’ve read it. A simple job, indeed. but it’s even simpler to be enslaved.
No
“Diana, please!”
“No.”
“But you said…”
“No.”
“I’m begging you, I’ll do anything, just…”
“No.”
Luke reached for her skirt, tried to hold on to her legs. She backed away. As long as he continued to misbehave, hypnosis was off the table, his addiction unfulfilled.
Diana closed the door behind her as he sat, crying.
Nobody really likes to be punished for something, not even if you’re a masochist from top to bottom. However, the dominant’s authority is absolute unless said authority is jeopardizing the submissive’s welfare. If not, then the submissive must acquiesce to said authority and that means enduring punishment when punishment is needed in order to correct his/her ways and be more mindful and obedient next time.
I do believe this but, just like anyone else, I don’t like being punished, I don’t like feeling left out, I don’t like being cut off from things I enjoy doing. It was with these thoughts in mind I devised this one. It’s not based on real-life events, mind you, but it’s something that could very well happen. If your Mistress happens to be a Hypnodomme and you’re a hypno-junkie, not being hypnotized by her would be the greatest punishment of them all, don’t you agree?
Do not anger your owners. Do your best to obey and, with luck, you’ll never be punished, although I doubt it.
Smart Guy
Alan saw the pocket watch in Wanda’s hand and scoffed.
“Please… I’m too smart to be hypnotized.”
“That’s what you always say.”
“It’s the first time I said this.”
“Is it?”
“Wait, you hypnotized me before?”
“Did I?”
“When? How many times?”
“You tell me, Mr. Smart Guy.”
As the confusion set in, Wanda smiled.
People say they can’t be hypnotized all the time. One of the most common excuses comes down to intelligence. Apparently, only dumb persons can have their thoughts warped when it’s actually the other way around. A high degree of intelligence coupled with a strong imagination is a fantastic cocktail for explosive trances and the more intense they get, the higher the chances of amnesia phenomena. I wrote this simple piece thinking about it.
Fairy Magic
King Harold couldn’t believe his eyes.
“You’re a… a…”
“… fairy, yes?” the winged beauty whispered.
“What do you want?”
“Not much. Some of us like to steal babies but I don’t like the crying buggers. I steal minds, instead.”
“What? Guards! Gua…”
The King’s screams dissolved into whimpering moans as the fairy straddled his cock.
They say one of the best ways to control a man is through sex. Control one’s cock and you practically control him. Well, I decided to “test” that theory with a little bit of supernatural flair. If you ask me why a fairy though, the answer is quite mundane. The old movie Hook was playing on TV when I started thinking about what to write and although the end result has nothing to do with it, Tinker Bell is a fairy, right?