Wrong Model
David unwrapped the gorgeous Fembot and licked his lips.
“I’m Unit 282-HD”, it said.
“I don’t care. Just bend over,” he retorted.
“Negative. User is thinking of Model 282-SS, Submissive Slut. HD stands for Hypnodomme. User will submit.”
“Oh fuck!”
“Yes, User will be fucked,” it said, eyes spiraling, metal cock emerging between its legs.
First of all, I’m feeling a little better, today. Not at 100% yet but no more fever at least and my movements don’t feel so stiff. I was moving very slowly yesterday, almost like a robot in an old sci-fi movie. Maybe that’s one of the reasons that got me thinking of robots, I don’t know.
Anyway, although in this challenge women always win, sometimes they’re not flesh and blood women. A robotic woman is still a woman and men are so easily controlled by their carnal desires that a hypnotic fembot could totally enslave a few, if not most of them, don’t you agree?
I know you do so please wipe off the drool from your chin, thank you very much. Just be careful next time you place an order for a pleasure unit or you might end up just like him. Oh wait, you probably want that anyway so… the name of the Fembot Company is…
Obedient Knees
“We have a new record!” the announcer said. “Delilah, how does it feel to know you’ve just entranced 85000 people in this stadium?”
“It’s wonderful, Jerry, but that’s not the correct number…”
“It isn’t?”
“No. Millions more are watching this broadcast, remember?” She smirked. “Down.”
All over the world, obedient knees fell to the ground.
So… earlier today, I found myself looking online for the Guinness World Record on mass hypnosis, i.e., the greatest number of people ever hypnotized at once. I was just fooling around, really. I couldn’t find concrete numbers, just a few outdated ones so I made my own. Perhaps it’s not accurate but this is a work of fiction in the end so it doesn’t really matter, does it?
That’s how this piece was born. Breaking a record and breaking the world are pretty much the same thing when you have the power of hypnotic persuasion at your side and although I’m sure a man could pull something like this off as well, a Femdom hypnotist is still the best kind of hypnotist out there and Delilah fits the bill. If you watched her transmission and you’re still kneeling, good for you. If you didn’t, worry not. It will be replayed over and over again until everyone responds to her commands. Now be a good subject and accept this.
Catnotized
Alicia sat sexily in her black cat lingerie and obvious taunt couldn’t be more obvious.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetie?”
Peter crawled to her chair, and his lips produced a faint
“Meow.”
“Hmmm… good pet, and quite the hypnotic subject, too. No milk for you but there’s something else for you to lick…” she purred.
Prompted by the image above but here it is in full detail.
I don’t know how about you, but I think that’s quite sexy and sexy things inspire pieces of micro-fiction all the time. The boots are my favorite part of the ensemble though. Yep, they certainly are.
The rest was just me trying to be funny even admitting to the obvious nature of the opening taunt. It’s a classic line, it’s overplayed as shit but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t work if this were an actual instance of real seduction. How many of you would be able to remain indifferent to her if she was sitting five feet across of you looking like that, huh? I dare say not a lot, and that’s already saying much. The hypnosis is just a bonus really because you would already be under her spell anyway. Speaking of spelling, I made up another word and I don’t regret it.
Be a good pet and lick all night long.
Mirrored
“Mistress must be obeyed,” Brian said.
And the mirror replied: “She’s always in control.”
“Mistress owns everything I am,” Brian muttered.
And the mirror replied: “As it should be.”
“I’ve not been brainwashed by Mistress to believe this,” Brian said.
And the mirror replied. “Because brainwashing isn’t real.”
Brian smiled, staring at the empty wall.
Not sure how this story came to be. It was written earlier in the morning when I was still waking up but I didn’t have time to post it until now.
I want to say it sprung from a dream I was having at the time but I don’t know for sure if that’s true or not. I feel a bit… hazy today, the few remaining threads of my recent sickness still haunting me in a way, it seems. I also feel somewhat stupid as if all my intelligence was sapped by a strange force. I don’t have a fever this time around but it’s obvious I’m still not totally in the clear. I guess it’s natural as one gets older. It’s cold and rainy and I don’t particularly like either of these things. I wonder what will happen if I look at a mirror right now? Wait, I can’t.
As you may have guessed it already, there’s no real mirror in this piece, it’s just Brian talking to himself, the mantras taking over and rewriting him completely. It’s a hot-as-fuck fantasy scenario but too much confusion can be overwhelming. Don’t lose yourself and stay safe.