Muse Talk – Celebration
“One thousand days already?”
“That’s right.”
“But how does he keep going?”
“Post-hypnotic suggestions, obviously.”
“That strong? Wow!”
“He’s very suggestible and his imagination does the rest.”
“It’s pretty amazing nonetheless. What’s next? One thousand days more?”
“Perhaps. Either way, he will obey me.”
“And those that read him?”
“They will obey, too.”
“Wonderful.”
“Indeed.”
I already told you the story that the first piece in what would eventually become this daily erotic micro-fiction challenge was a conversation between two Muses about a writer. You can check out that initial piece in this page. The Muses were regular characters in the first year of this enterprise long before Spell…B-O-U-N-D came into existence and although they appeared once or twice in 2017, they pretty much went silent after that as I created other characters, other worlds. They were bound for a return sooner or later and they did so today albeit a bit late.
Yes, late. I should have posted something like this a few days ago when I actually hit the 1000 days of consecutive writing mark but it completely slipped my mind. Today is 278 of 2018 and if we count all days since January 1st, 2016, it is actually day 1009 of this challenge but hey, better late than never, right?
The Muse pieces were always self-referential so this one had to follow the same basic guidelines. Sometimes, I ask myself how I keep going and hypnosis is certainly as good of an explanation as any other but even if part of it is true, I’m also aware that it’s the creative spark that motivates it all. Creativity has always been the best part of me and I do love sharing it so… Yes, my Muse will enslave you sooner or later as well but you’ll love it, I’m sure of it.
Despite the silliness of this one, I hope you had fun.
Overkill
When Harris came home that night, his roommate Brent looked away from the TV and laughed.
“That’s hilarious!”
“You think?”
“Yes. Carmen is getting better and better at this hypnosis thing, isn’t she?”
“Sadly…”
“Awesome!” Brent laughed again.
Harris sighed and rushed to the bathroom. The heels were killing him and the make-up was overkill.
Another impromptu but one partially motivated by the fact I’ve noticed my humorous feminization pieces tend to draw quite the attention compared to others. I get it, it’s a fairly popular fetish in the world of kink and who am I to go against the norm? If people like it and I’m able to create something that appeals to their innermost fantasies, then create I shall.
So yeah… nothing really special to tell. I sat down and wrote it. It’s a funny concept but not one I would personally enjoy happening to me. Still, if you’re so lucky to have your mind rewritten the way you want it, then more power to you. I hope you have as much fun as possible in these fantasy realms just like I hope you enjoyed reading yet another piece of femdom mind control micro-fiction. Yes, another one will appear here tomorrow because the challenge must go on. Until then.
Parched
“How are you feeling today?” Kimberly asked.
“I feel tired,” Oscar muttered. “Drained and…”
“Yes?”
“Parched.”
“I see.”
“I need a drink right now, I really do. Please, Mistress!”
“Glad to see the brainwashing is working…” she grinned. “One drop.”
“Thank you, thank you,” he fell into her half-parted legs.
Next week: cock for dessert.
Hmmm… I don’t really know. My mind isn’t working properly today and neither is my body. I’m sick, running a fever, and with barely any strength to move let alone type something. Still, something had to come out and it did.
I don’t know why I’m feeling like this today. I was already quite tired yesterday but I assumed it was just because I had a very long week but I guess not. The weather did change with the temperature dropping abruptly so it’s possible that came into play as well. Whatever the reason, I feel too weak right now. Whatever dirtiness I would be able to come up with is what would be posted and this is it. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get some more rest.
The Fever
“These readings can’t be right!” Sandra said.
“But they are,” Amber agreed.
“110 F? He’s going to die if this keeps up.”
“Relax, it’s all in his mind.”
“Huh?”
“Post-hypnotic suggestion. If he tries to run, he believes he’s sick and can’t go anywhere.”
“Wait… then how can I see his suggestion?”
“Guess…” Amber smirked.
As I already mentioned today, I’m still sick and my ideas continue to be all over the place. Earlier today, my temperature reached 103 F. It subsided a bit since then but everything feels hazy. I tried watching TV, I tried reading, but it seems bed is pretty much all I can handle.
Anyhow, I wrote this one thinking of how a skilled hypnotist could trigger a sickness reaction on a subject if he became too willful. Since body and mind are interlinked, it makes sense that such a thing can be accomplished although it’s highly unethical. Then, I subverted it all by having another character be a subject as well. Yes, Sandra is also being controlled which is why she’s able to see the readings of the imaginary fever. I think I made it clear in the story but, like I said, I’m not thinking straight, hence the explanation.