Child’s Play
“… and when I snap my fingers, you’ll become our obedient hypnotized slave,” Sarah said. *snap* Who are you?”
“Your obedient hypnotized slave,” Mark muttered.
“It worked!” Erin exclaimed
“I can’t believe it!,” Nico noted.
“Why not? If I convinced you two you were girls, enslaving him was child’s play.” Sarah smiled.
Erin and Nico blushed.
Just another impromptu, really. I had nothing special on my mind when I started writing it and I still have nothing special as I type this simple explanation. If you feel like it doesn’t explain anything, you’re probably right because let’s face it, hypnosis itself defies explanations unless it doesn’t work and we all know it does, right? Today is my “day off” so…
Suggestions
“Well? What did you think of the file?” Marsha asked.
“I don’t know…” Bill retorted. “Don’t remember any of the suggestions, sorry.”
“Interesting… I asked you to wear red today.”
He glanced at his pants. “I guess it worked then. Anything else?”
“Nope.”
“Cool.”
She giggled silently as he began searching for slave collars online.
Have you ever found yourself doing things without realizing it? Automatic behaviors that feel natural even though you never exhibited them until recently? If you have, you probably were hypnotized and programmed to do so and the amnesia phenomenon only reinforces the power of the suggestion.
Both things described in this piece can be easily accomplished if your mind is open enough. Of course, if you loathe red or collars, chances are you’ll resist it. With enough time and persuasion, you could still be brainwashed into accepting such things as part of your routine though. Start small, increase the effect and sooner than later, you’re perfectly under control, an unaware thrall.
Is that hot or is that hot? If you’re thinking about anything other than the word “hot” right now, you should read both the piece and this explanation again until you start to want this to happen to you. It will be wonderful even if you don’t remember it, trust me.
Eleven Thousand
“How many words did you write last night?” Karen asked Jeremy.
“Eleven thousand,”
“Wow!”
“Yeah, it was great.”
“Will you read some for me?”
“Sure.”
“You’re a sweetie, thanks,” she smiled.
Jeremy opened the document and gasped. Repeated a thousand times was the sentence:
I am a hypnotized slave and must always obey my Mistress.
Here’s a bit of trivia about me. I started writing fiction at the age of nine but I only had my first computer when I was twenty-one which means that during twelve years of my life, everything I put down to paper was literally put down to paper. I spent pen after pen, filled notebook after notebook, burned my fingers over and over again from so much writing because it was – and still is! – fun.
One day, I wrote for almost fifteen hours straight. I didn’t stop to have lunch, I didn’t stop to have dinner. I did eat something but I ate while I wrote or vice-versa. It was almost like I was in a trance, unable to stop. This was before I started writing kinky stuff but I still remember that feeling of being so completely in the zone that nothing else mattered. I can’t tell you for sure how many words I did write because my hands don’t come with a word count app installed, but they were plenty.
I wrote this one today because I was reminded of that sensation but then decided to create something funny out of it. I hope you enjoyed what you read.
No Cock
“No way! There’s no fucking way!” Clark screamed.
“Dude!” Jackson intervened. “You’ll wake up everyone in the dorm. What’s wrong?”
“My cock is gone, that’s what’s wrong! I can’t find it anywhere!”
“Your cock is right the… wait, Amelia hypnotized you again at the party last night, didn’t she?”
“Maybe…” she grinned across the hall.
One more impromptu. I just wrote the first thing that came to mind today and the first thing that came to mind was having a cock disappear via hypnosis. Yes, I have weird thoughts but you knew that already, don’t you?
I hope you had fun but be careful not to misplace yours (if you have one, that is.)