Breach of Policy
YouTube sent you a message: “Your video was removed due to terms of use violation.”
“What video?” Manfred thought. The link on his desktop said it all. He was surprised to see how good he looked masturbating for a camera.
Ever since his sister had become a Hypnodomme, Skype conversations had never been the same.
Oh look, it’s Friday the 13th, an unlucky day as some people believe. If you think I’m going to write something about it today, I regret to inform that’s not the case. I did consider it but I already did things like that in the past and I don’t really like to repeat myself even if the occasion practically calls for it.
Instead, I decided to write about YouTube. Yes, that’s exactly what I did. Why? Honestly, I just felt like it, but the fact that I received a spam message on my e-mail address with a message similar to the one starts this tale also played a great role in the final outcome.
Fat Chance (of Release)
“Tell me the truth, Hank. Does this dress make me look fat?”
“Of course not, Jess.”
“Good.”
“You’re already chubby enough even without it.”
“I see. Hank, do you remember when you asked me to make your hypnotic chastity device feel less constricting?”
“Hmmm… yes?”
“It’s about to get even tighter. Enjoy, dear!”
He didn’t.
Honestly, I think this goes without saying but I’m going to do it anyway. Never, ever consider saying something like this to a woman, even if she’s not into hypnosis, okay? It’s not just a matter of being polite, but also of self-preservation. A little bit of humor for the weekend, because laughing is good and we all need to do it more often.
A Bargain
The migration was complete though there were still kinks to iron. Ben looked at his website, and quietly thanked Mandy for the help. New theme, new tools, new ideas… and all she had asked in return was a piece of his mind.
“What a bargain,” he thought, kneeling. The updates would continue throughout the night.
It feels good to be sitting at the computer again. A late update because I had a very busy day, one that promises to keep going for a while as I have lots of things I still need to take care of before I finally go to bed. Anyway, today’s piece of micro-fiction is about a deal, one that sounds really good otherwise I wouldn’t have written about it. If something like this was proposed to you, would you accept it or not?
Slaveballs
“Lone Starr, I’m… your father’s brother’s nephew’s cousin’s former roommate,” Dark Helmet said in a sexy voice.
“Huh?” The hero shook his head. “What does that make us?”
“Absolutely nothing.” She laughed. “I just wanted to confuse you long enough to hypnotize you. Sleep!”
Lone Starr’s head slumped.
Evil always triumphs because good is suggestible.
My kinky bastardization of elements of popular culture continues today with a riff on a movie which was already a riff on many other movies that came before it. I’m talking about Mel Brooks’ Spaceballs which happens to be one of my favorite comedies ever since I saw it for the first time at a very early age.
In it, Rick Moranis plays the main villain, Dark Helmet, a shameless parody of Darth Vader and does so quite magnificently, I must say. His performance is quite over-the-top and, throughout the movie, many references fly by at Ludicrous Speed (remember that one?) until we reach a pivotal scene, the confrontation between Dark Helmet and Lone Starr, Bill Pullman’s comedic take on a fusion between Han Solo and Luke Skywalker, really. It is then this happens.
My piece is a take on this scene. Just imagine for a moment that Rick Moranis’ character is actually a sexy hypnotist instead. Hell, imagine it’s her.
