The New Game
The new game was everything Trevor wanted. It had wonderful graphics, captivating female characters, and spirals… so many spirals… tantalizing delicacies for a horny mind that made him want to drop the controller and jerk his will away.
Sitting next to him as he drooled uncontrollably, his mother and main developer, couldn’t be more proud.
While I’m no longer the gamer I used to be a few years ago, I still enjoy some software escapades from time to time and I’ll be getting my hands on a new title later this month. In case, you’re wondering, I’ll be playing Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity because The Legend of Zelda is still my favorite franchise and I did have a lot of fun with the original mash-up.
Anyway, thinking about it led me to write another piece where hypnosis and videogames come together. The masturbation and underlying incest angle were just for variety’s sake but I think they work just fine.
No Better Gift
The sound of everyone’s voice combined was like an enchanting siren’s call.
“Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Mistress,
Happy birthday to you!”
they sang.
Camille blew out the candles before blowing everyone’s mind to smithereens again. Twenty-nine mindfucked slaves and going thirty, soon. There could be no better gift.
It’s a friend of mine’s birthday today and while she doesn’t see herself as a dominant woman, I do. I wrote this one after wishing her a joyous day via Skype, today.
As for Camille, she’s building quite a stable of brainwashed toys already. I predict her next parties will be even more mind-blowing. You would love to attend one, isn’t that right?
In other news, and for those interested, I was tested for coronavirus again early in the afternoon, but I’ve been told most likely I’ll be negative again seeing I developed no symptoms in between my exposure to people who had it. All of my co-workers seem to be responding well to the infection for now, too. Still a bit of a stressful situation overall yet I do feel more relieved than I was last week for instance.
Crying Man-Child
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“What do you make of this Election so far?”
“I see a lot of brainwashing going on, and not the good kind.”
“I don’t suppose you can do anything about it…”
“Well, I could hypnotize the current POTUS into becoming a crying man-child, except he’s already one, so…”
The General silently agreed.
As you all know by now, I’m not American but, just like the rest of the world, I’ve been watching closely this month’s Presidential Elections and what I’ve seen was a complete disgrace and disrespect of the institutions and its people by the one that should, above all, be an example. Not that it’s surprising, but it’s borderline pathetic.
Donald Trump has been referenced in some Alexandra pieces before. In her fictional world, she doesn’t like him. In the real world, I don’t like him and, given everything that transpired with his false claims and refusal to accept democracy at work, this came out. I stand by every word. One that throws such temper tantrums is unworthy of the White House. Honestly, I’m glad Joe Biden won the election and a lot of my American friends feel the same way. The world doesn’t need self-absorbed “leaders” like Trump. Unlike what he claimed, he didn’t make America great again. Instead, he only contributed to its division and his mishandling of the pandemic, among many other things, was the cause of much suffering across the country. Good riddance, I say, and Alexandra feels the same way.
Forever in Love
“I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day,” Neil said.
“Quoting Nicholas Sparks? So sweet…” Vanessa giggled.
“I read all the books for you. I would do anything for you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my hypnotic goddess.”
“Let’s write a story of submission then.”
He kneeled before her and the words ran free.
The opening quote of this piece is extracted from Nicholas Sparks’ book The Notebook. I’ve actually never read it in its entirety though I’m familiar with some passages from it, that one included. I guess today I’m in the mood for such romantic endeavors.
How about you?