Year 6 of Spell… B-O-U-N-D’s Femdom Hypnosis and Mind Control 55 Words Stories Challenge. The stories in this post were written between November 1st and November 30th.
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After Halloween
Camille screamed as the police dragged her from home.
“It wasn’t me! Please…”
“Quiet!” one of the officers growled, the images of the gruesome ritualistic murders of the night before forever stuck in his mind.
Watching from afar, her sadistic mother’s spirit frowned,
“I guess someone else will have to don a costume next Halloween…”
This concludes the events of Before Halloween and Halloween Night. Poor Camille really is innocent, but who’s going to believe she was possessed by her mother’s evil spirit when she tried out one of her costumes, huh? I wouldn’t. And yes, the overall implication of this trio of pieces is that the mother’s essence is tied to all costumes and not just one so, regardless of her choice, she was fucked either way. Something different for this challenge but it fits the season, doesn’t it?
Their New Pet
Five extraterrestrial mind-controlling lesbians surrounded Walter’s bed as he jerked off silly. It was the strangest dream ever but he wasn’t complaining.
“Cute,” said the tallest. “Let’s keep him as a pet.”
“Agreed,” the others nodded as the room dissolved in white light.
Walter’s been missing for two months. The U.F.O. sightings continue. You’re next.
Another impromptu, a bit of sci-fi after the three horror-like interconnected pieces of Halloween. While I do believe in the existence of extraterrestrial life, I don’t think abductions are a thing but they sure can be in sexual fantasies. I had no intention with this one other than to write something silly. Are you ready to welcome your new alien overladies into your life?
Papercut
“You win, okay? Please stop!” Henry begged.
“Can you repeat that, slave?” Mistress Rhonda asked.
“I’ll behave, Mistress, but please don’t do that again.”
“Are you sure you’ll behave?”
“Yes! I swear!”
“Very well,” she undid the trigger and smiled. Who would have thought that imagined paper cuts would be enough to tame a brat?
If you’re thinking, “What an unusual premise!”, you’re right it is, and it’s something I probably wouldn’t have thought of if I didn’t experience a nasty paper cut in the office today. It was unexpected but ran pretty deep. In a split second, I was bleeding all over the paper sheets, and took me a while to make it stop. It still hurts so I have to be extra careful when typing because of the lingering impression. It’s amazing how something so thin can hurt so much, isn’t it?
Anyway, as I was tending the wound, I thought of this. I’ve talked of pain being used as a means to correct behavior before but it was definitely the first time triggered paper cuts came into the equation. Perception is a funny thing though in Henry’s case, he’s certainly not laughing.
Ancient Curse
Elton glanced at the nightstand clock. Two minutes until midnight.
All the men in his family had succumbed to the ancient curse on their 21st birthday but he still hoped things would be different this time.
Midnight came. His cock went limp, followed by his mind. The slave left the room to find a Mistress.
Yet another impromptu. No particular source of inspiration though I wanted to write something involving a “curse” of sorts. This was the first thing that came to mind so I ran with it. It’s a good thing something like this isn’t real, night? Can you imagine if such a curse actually existed? What would you do against it, if anything?