Herbert George Slave
“Mr. Wells, it’s an honor, really. I’ve read all your books… The War of the Worlds, The Island of Dr. Moreau… my favorite, of course, is Her Mind-Controlled Slave.”
“I’ve written no such book!” H. G. Wells said, in outrage.
“After tonight… you will.”
The time-traveling hypnotist waved a pen before his eyes and grinned.
I felt like writing this one after watching an episode of a recently canceled TV show entitled Time After Time. In it, H. G. Wells and Jack the Ripper end up in the 21st century and get caught up in a rather bizarre conspiracy riddled with time-traveling shenanigans.
Speaking of which, last year I had a character of mine run amok through various periods of History, changing things at her whim in order to build the perfect Hypnotic Femdom Society. It’s been ages since she made an official appearance in these micro-fiction pieces so I gave her another opportunity to do what she does best. Would you read what she wants to be written?
Early Celebration
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“I see you started your Halloween celebrations early this year.”
“What makes you say that?”
“All the guards outside dressed as Jack-O-Lanterns for starters.”
“Trick or treat?”
“Aren’t they one and the same with you?”
“No. The trick’s on you, the treat is always mine.”
At least orange looked good on him.
Time for another recurring character to make her presence felt this month. It’s the month of Halloween and, even though it’s not really that big of a deal where I live, its importance can’t be overshadowed. This piece comes early just like her mind-altering schemes and it’s meant to be as humorous as every other tale in which she has a word or two to say.
A New Follower
“Am I being spammed?” Alan thought as he saw the hit counter skyrocket before his eyes.
Across a sea of stats, he soon realized all the traffic came from the same source. Following the trail of digital breadcrumbs, he reached her site, saw her eyes… and forgot everything except mindless obedience.
A new follower, indeed.
The only thing I’m going to say today is beware of sudden traffic spikes. It may very well be some form of bait and then…
Night Reading
Henry laid down the book.
“Did you like it?” Megan asked.
“I found it boring. Too much hypnosis, not enough sex. You call this porn?”
“No. I call it an induction. Ready for the real thing?”
“I… Yes, my Goddess.”
“Wonderful.”
The remaining chapters awaited him on her naked body.
He read them in braille.
Reading and writing are inescapably intertwined, no surprise there. There are many ways to write, and many ways to read. One can hide commands and suggestions in the words being brought forth, others may read them even if they were never there, to begin with. What is real in the end?
Once again, it’s all about perception, and consequences of said perception. Words are the game, but the rules are ever-changing when there are mental readjustments involved. In this piece, the ending is not what it seems at first sight. Read carefully and have fun.