Too Big
“What do you mean it’s too big?” Claire asked
“It’s too big,” Jim replied. “I’m not putting that thing in my ass.”
“I can hypnotize you into wanting it.”
“That won’t work.”
“You said the same thing about the chastity device,” she grinned. “Still think it’s too big?”
“Just get me the lube,” he sighed.
It all started with that opening sentence, one that simply came to me as I was casually walking around after lunch. At the time, I had no idea what I was going to do with it and then it hit me. giant dildos, chastity, and hypnosis, why not? The rest was just fitting (see what I did there?) the concept in 55 words. The first draft had 78, the second came down to 63 and since they say third time is the charm… anyway, I hope you had fun and that you don’t mind being “threatened” this way.
In other news, the server hosting the site continues to act up every now and then. Even though it’s a hosting problem, if you had any issues accessing the site in the last twenty-four hours or so, I apologize for the inconvenience.
Spinning
“Craig?”
“What is it, Mer?”
“The washing machine is broken again!”
“What?!! Let me see.”
“Please do. As you can see, it keeps spinning, spinning, spinning… it’s almost hypnotic… I could easily slip into a trance right now…”
“Hmmm… yes,” he drooled.
“… but I’ll leave that to you.”
Time to clean his mind for good.
Like many other pieces that came before, this one was partly inspired by true events. No, I did not get hypnotized looking at my washing machine but the device got stuck on an endless loop this morning and wouldn’t shut down. Eventually, it did, not before unloading part of the water inside but nothing that couldn’t be sorted out. The way the clothes were pushed against one another during the centrifugation process made them look like a colorful spiral. I tried taking a picture but it came out so blurry that you’ll have to take my word for it. You’ll do it, won’t you?
Anyway, after this little predicament, I decided to write a little piece about it and you’ve just read it. Is your mind clean or is it dirty? If it’s clean, the programming worked. If it’s dirty, it worked as well.
Human ATM
“Whoever said money can’t buy happiness simply didn’t know where to go shopping.” Carmen laughed.
“Who said that?” Anthony asked.
“Gertrude Stein, a famous American author.”
“Was she a hypnotist, too?”
“I don’t think so. Come along, my human ATM. We still have two cards to max out.”
He trailed behind her, unable to resist.
This piece was inspired by a Gertrude Stein quote. It’s right there in the opening line although my favorite quote of hers is actually:
To write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write.
But the other one is funnier and makes for something more compelling when it comes to femdom hypnosis and mind control stories although I suppose I could use the repetition above and twist it into something like
To be hypnotized is to be hypnotized is to be hypnotized is to be hypnotized is to be hypnotized…
Hmmm, sorry, lost my train of thought for a second or so. Ah yes, Gertrude Stein, quotes, give one’s money to women… basic stuff, really. I mentioned in the past that financial domination isn’t really a fetish of mine but I recognize the gravitas of it when it comes to power exchange scenarios. If you’re into findom, I hope you liked this piece. If you’re not, but suddenly found yourself intrigued by it, don’t blame me, okay?
Polishing
She didn’t need to shout but she still did.
“Brandon!”
“Yes, Meghan?”
“Didn’t I tell you to polish my boots? I don’t see your face reflected on them so…”
“I messed up… again.”
“Yes, and that means…”
“Please… not more brainwashing!”
“Lots more,” she smirked, headphones in hand.
Laziness would be kicked in no time.
Do I need to say again I love boots? Because I do. They’re lovely so what’s not to love? A woman in boots is far more appealing to me than a woman wearing any other type of footwear. In good honesty, I don’t call my predisposition a fetish but rather a strong inclination. Perhaps I’m just being weird with definitions but I still think of it this way. Nonetheless, I love them.
If your owner wears boots and you claim to love them you must worship them, correct? Clean them, polish them, make them shine… she needs to look good in them better than anyone else so it’s your job as her servant to ensure that happens. Fail to do so and the consequences may be severe. In this case, Brandon did not want any more programming but it’s not really up to him, is it? I have a feeling you would enjoy the forced brainwashing session though.