A Single Suggestion
“Stop doing that!” Emily protested.
“Doing what?” Matthew feigned innocence.
“You’re staring at my pendant hoping I’ll hypnotize you again, today.”
“No, I’m not!”
“Liar!”
“Okay, maybe a little… a ten minutes trance, please?”
“Nope.”
“Five minutes?”
“Nope.”
“How about a single suggestion?”
“Fuck you, Matt.”
He didn’t think the dildo would hurt so much.
As most of you know, hypnosis can cause addiction. There’s a reason why the term hypno-junkie exists and it was with that word in mind that the first draft of this concept came to be. Someone who’s addicted to hypnosis finds himself (or herself) thinking about it all the time and if the focus of it happens to reside in a specific object, well…
Addiction is quite serious if left unchecked, something I’ve mentioned before in other stories, but this one is just for the fun of it. An addicted person is even more suggestible than one who isn’t so anything can be taken quite seriously when in that state so a dismissive remark can turn into something else before you know it.
Yeah, that was the basis for this one. I hope it made you laugh but I would be careful of stray dildos going forward.
Things to be Grateful For
Bill picked up a notebook and started writing:
Things to be grateful for:
– Anna’s eyes;
– Anna’s lips;
– Anna’s thighs;
– Anna’s ass;
– Anna’s hypnotic voice voice inside my mind;
– Anna’s collar around my neck;
– Anna’s satin panties I wear every day;
– Anna’s boots I’m forced to lick;
“Owned,” Anna whispered.
Bill blushed and continued to write.
Well, It’s Thanksgiving in the US and I usually do a piece about it. We don’t celebrate the date around here but I still like to evoke it in some fashion.
Today, I didn’t want to do anything involving food and whatnot so I turned to the idea of gratitude journal with a little bit of hypnosis sprinkled in-between. If you’re lucky enough to have a mind Mistress or a Mistress of any kind don’t forget to give thanks for that.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
How to Survive Black Friday Madness
Everyone was fighting for the last heavily discounted console bundle, insults and punches making teeth and glasses fly.
Well, everyone except Carolyn who, in the midst of the commotion, picked up a microphone to hum a hypnotic induction.
Ten minutes later, she exited the store, perfect gift in hand while everyone else knelt and whimpered.
While we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, Black Friday madness has been a part of our shopping culture for a while now. I’m not crazy enough to be a part of it but if I were to tell you how many text messages I’ve received today already from all kinds of shops trying to get me to spend money on their products, you’d be amazed, and not in a good way.
Anyway, I find it kind of sad that so many people act like irrational animals on days like these and I wrote this humorous piece with this in mind. I chose a gaming console but it could have been anything else really because the result would still have been the same. Wouldn’t it be great if everything could be easily sorted out like this? Black Friday – 0, Hypnosis 1.
I hope you don’t get caught in the madness.
Footprints
To an outsider, he sat by the desk, camera laptop on, eyes glazed but, if anyone looked inside his mind, they would find him kneeling, rain washing over his naked body as he kissed wet footprints on the sand.
“You are not in control. I am,” she whispered.
“Thank you, Goddess,” he mumbled, drifting deeper.
Yes, my vivid dreams struck again and the piece above is but a fragment of the things I imagined last night. There was a lot more going on, I’m sure, but the fuzziness that hit me after waking up made sure most of the details went away. They’ll probably come to me the next time I have a vivid dream.
Until that happens, this is what remains and it’s a beautiful dreamscape, don’t you agree?