When a Mother Has Fun
“Have you seen my blue panties?” Lana asked.
“No,” Dan lied.
“You’re wearing them again, aren’t you?”
“I… look, it’s not my fault, Your mother reactivated my triggers, yesterday.”
“That’s your excuse?”
“No excuse. She played with your mind, too.”
“Huh?”
“You’re brushing your hair with a dildo, dear.”
“Fuck!”
Both skipped work that day.
I was going to continue the mean streak with these shorties but I ended up having a different idea.
So… trigger play. It’s supposed to be fun, right? Whether you’re aware of what your triggers are or not, the response to them should be a pleasant one, hypnotic conditioning as part of play should be entertaining for both parties involved. In the case of Lana and Dan, they did have fun in the end but not as much as her absent mother who happens to be a hypnotist.
And now you’re wondering: aren’t mothers supposed to be nurturing and caring? But of course and what better way to demonstrate both of these things than with a good old mindfuck that ends up with a couple of lovebirds in bed (assuming they made it that far, of course.)
Yeah, I could have gone for the mean side of fantasy again but chose not to with this one. I’m sure I’ll write more of those in the future though.
Corruption
“Why are you dressed like that, Sam? Halloween is still… wait, you’re not Samantha!” Henry muttered.
“That’s right, I’m not,” the evil doppelganger smiled, viridescent eyes glowing.
Henry reached for his prized baseball bat. “Where is she, you fiend?”
“Right here,” she cooed behind him, oozing sin.
Thrall Samantha kissed his back, the corruption spreading.
Halloween is just around the corner and even though we don’t celebrate the date that much around here, I wanted to write something with a creepy vibe today and this was the first thing that came to mind. No hypnosis but definitely mind control of some sort going on. I’ll leave the true nature of the fiend to you but just because it looks like Samantha…
Anyway, it’s said that we all have our doppelganger somewhere. I never met mine but if I ever do, I sure hope it doesn’t turn out to be a corrupting evil turning my mind to mush and spreading that nefarious infection to others or is that hot? Hmmm… it’s definitely hot for some folks I know and I sure hope they enjoy this little snippet.
What about you? Do you think it’s hot? Do you want an evil copy of you to catch you unaware this Halloween and force you to become a mindless thrall? I heard that if you read this story three times in a row in front of a broken mirror at night you’ll open a portal to unspeakable mental tormen… I mean, delights. Go on, try it if you dare and then tell me how it went if you’re still able to speak properly, that is.
Her Needs
Cameron whimpered on the floor.
“Please… I need…”
“Oh, you look so cute when you beg but this is not about your needs, is it? I come first!” Hannah said.
“Yes… I…”
“And since you are my hypnotic chastity slave, you don’t get to cum at all.”
He continued whimpering as she fondled his balls.
Hypnosis or not, if you really want to serve a woman, you should put her needs first. That’s what service is otherwise you’ll only using her to serve yourself and that is just… I was going to say atrocious but abominable is a much stronger word.
Now, I understand doing that is not easy. Sometimes, no matter how submissive you are or feel, you don’t want to submit, you want to go against the norm, you want out. In those moments, that’s when submission matters the most and if you’re not strong enough to do it…
Anyway, I was thinking about these things today and once again chastity came to mind. It’s a very popular part of Femdom play after all. I already mentioned I like the idea but even if I didn’t, I would try to enjoy it for her sake if it was something she wanted for therein lies the beauty of submission. The mind control just spices things even further and I know you like spicy stuff so…
In other news, this was the 300th piece of the micro-fiction of the year. Not bad, huh? Year 3 will almost certainly be concluded. Will there be a year 4 in the horizon? Who knows?
Season of the Witch
June laid down the spell book and stared at the man by the porch.
“Back so soon? I thought you didn’t want to be my servant.”
“I don’t… I mean, I do… it’s that incantation… I must obey…” Lewis said.
“And I must be obeyed. Kneel!”
The season of the witch was about to begin.
Yeah, I know, it’s not an original title by any means but there’s a good reason for that.
All of Halloween’s movies are being run in a cable channel around here. Yesterday, Halloween III: Season of the Witch was on. I actually never saw that one from start to finish but always liked the title so I decided I would use it for today’s piece.
As I mentioned before, magic as a means of mind control is not something I do much although I’ve recently began experimenting more with stuff like that. The idea of hypnosis goes along just fine with the notion of spells but the latter on their own can also be intriguing, especially when coupled with the idea of resistance. Trying to fight something only to ultimately succumb to it in the end is far more enticing to me than simply letting go on the spot so I added a little bit of that as well.
In the end it’s quite the simple piece yet it’s funny how so many unrelated elements came together to bring it to life. I hope you had fun.