Torn
Clark looked at the computer screen.
“Don’t open my next e-mail,” Helen had said.
There it was, staring at him, a tantalizing message with the title: “if you read this, you’ll be hypnotized.”
He bit his tongue, heart racing, torn between obedience and a desire to drop deep.
“Hypnotized, hypnotized…” he repeated, thoughts melting away.
As a writer, it should come as no surprise that the thought of text trances fascinates me. I honestly understand them even less than the regular ones but they work. Like all forms of hypnosis, some people are more easily influenced by them than others and how the triggers themselves work depends on they’re phrased, the susceptibility of the subject, etc.
Despite being a work of fiction, the piece above could definitely work as it’s both vague and precise. A willing subject would be easily put under by either opening the e-mail or by reading the subject. Eh, subject reading the subject, see what I did there?
How about you? How susceptible are you to text hypnosis? Do you like it or do you prefer hearing a sexy voice gently pulling you down, down, down… oops, I hope you didn’t go under just now.
Milked Dry
The milking was relentless, pump going haywire on Sam’s helpless cock.
“Say it!” Gemma demanded.
“Hmmff.”
“NOW!”
“Okay… I’m your slave! I’ll do anything you want!”
“I know…” she declared, connecting the recorder to the headphones on his head. Hearing his own declaration of surrender on a loop would finish the job in no time.
I’m feeling particularly vicious today and I’m not apologizing for it so I decided to continue the streak with this brainwashing piece. Can you feel Sam’s pleasurable agony as he’s broken from the combination of pleasure and pain? He’ll do absolutely anything, I’m sure of it and honestly, so would you if you were in his shoes, or should I say his cock?
Yeah, no particular story that inspired this one except my own imagination going to even kinkier avenues this time around. Of course, I know you like it when I do that so if you behave nicely I might do it more often. Or not.
May the rest of your day be kinky, too
Punishment
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Mel asked.
“No, Mistress,” Harry replied.
“Yes, you did, and now you did it again. What’s up with that?”
“Nothing is up.”
“Liar. I bet you stopped listening to your slave training program…”
“No.”
“This is going to hurt,” she said, flogger in hand.
She was right.
It is said that resistance is useless but it’s only natural when it comes to any sort of programming. Before the new directives take over one’s conscious thoughts, feelings of uncertainty arise, the mind being programmed tries to break free. It doesn’t matter how effective the conditioning methods are, there will always be moments of “clarity” when things will appear off, where body language and even one’s voice will betray what’s really going on. When that happens, it’s time to seize control once again otherwise all the previous work can be easily undone.
It was with these ideas in mind I wrote this one and I’m Harry will be forced to listen to his mantras again sooner than later. The next time we hear from him – if we ever do – he won’t roll his eyes any more, merely keeping his head low at all times in the presence of his owner.
Which version of Harry are you? The one that’s trying to escape or the one that already surrendered?
Postponed
It was finally Saturday! Jack checked his cell for a message from his Mistress and his eyes sunk.
“Sorry, pet, but our hypno session is postponed. Feast your eyes on this picture of mine while you wait.”
He looked at her regal pose, lovely green eyes and…
… woke up the next day, naked and collared.
I had lots of vivid dreams last night, most of them fetish-related. I used to have them quite frequently a while back, not so much nowadays. They’re usually quite intense, and quite the rush as well. This wasn’t one of them but it could almost be, a little fantasy with just enough appeal to make a mind drool.
Yeah, there’s a little bit of humor in it too because Jack was played like a fiddle and ended up loving it, Then again, it’s not like he had a choice to begin with because what Mistress wants is what Mistress gets and she wanted to fuck his mind silly for twenty-hours straight. Wouldn’t that sound wonderful to you, too? Go on, you can tell me. You can also go deeper reading the story again until you find yourself wanting to be Jack this Saturday and the next. How fun would that be?