Really?
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
“But…”
“But what?”
“I thought…”
“I know. You always do that.”
“Not always.”
“You’re doing it now.”
“No, I’m not!”
“So you’re not thinking?”
“No.”
“Just listening to my voice?”
“Yes.”
“And enjoying it?”
“Yes.”
“Want to listen more and more, drop more and more?”
“Yes, please.”
“Really?
“Yes. Really.”
“Good pet.”
When I was younger, I used to play a silly game with my mother that started with one of us saying “Really?” and the other one replying “Yes. Really.” What usually followed was a incoherent rambling where we pretended to be mad at one another about something that was forever unnamed. We did that a lot. It was always fun.
This piece began forming in my mind because I remembered that game but then I decided to turn it into hypno-play because that’s what I do in this writing challenge, isn’t it? Nothing is safe from my kinky detours not even my memories. Naturally the piece is meant to evoke a dialog between a subject (male) and a hypnotist (female) but you can reverse the genders if you like. I hope you noticed the circularity I mentioned in the description thought. If you follow the dialog flow, the person that first asks the question ends up being the one that gives the answer to it at the end. I’m crazy, I know. So be it.
The Switch
“You’re a switch?” Dennis asked. “How does it feel?”
“You got it wrong,” Gene replied. “I’m not a switch, I have a switch.”
“Switch for what?”
“Allow me to demonstrate,” Gene’s girlfriend smiled and touched the back of his neck.
“Gina mode activated,” he droned before leaving the room to try out a new dress.
I woke up this morning to discover all switches dead, the power out. Hardly pleasant even though there was plenty of light outside because who wants to deal with the prospect of food going bad, huh? Certainly not me.
Anyway, the situation has already returned to normal and no damage was done. Trying to flick the switches on and off did give me a couple of ideas though and this is one. Would you like to have such a switch installed?
Perfect
“Fuck!” Victor growled.
“What’s wrong?” Gemma asked.
“I can’t finish this stanza.”
“Let me hear it.”
“Okay,” he began:
“I am the voice in every season’s call,
I am the hope your soul wishes to be
And when the trees fell into Fall…”
“… Your mind forever fell into Me.” She concluded.
“Perfect…” he sighed, dreamily.
A few days ago, I saw this post on Twitter.
#Autumn #leaves pic.twitter.com/Iv9E5m8w3o
— Inamorata 🜃 🜁 🜂 🜄 (@inamorata_xx) October 2, 2019At the time, my response was this:
Fell into Fall? I like the sound of that (mental note: write a hypno piece of micro-fiction that uses it one of these days…).
— S.B. – Spell… B-O-U-N-D (@sbspellbound) October 2, 2019
Well, today, I finally figured out how in this piece with hypnotic romantic overtones that, despite the character’s names, serves as an homage to all Dommes and those that happily serve them, and thus I share it with you all hoping you have plenty of perfect moments heading your way. In case you had any doubt, inspiration is indeed everywhere if one pays close attention to it. Do that more often, will you?
New Model
“It’s fried?” Karen asked.
“Yes, Miss. This chip is gone.” The technician replied.
“Well… replace it then!”
“Here’s the problem: The Obedient Husband line has been discontinued a long time ago. Nowadays, I only carry the new model in stock.”
“Which is:..?”
“Obedient Sissy Husband.”
“Sorry, Alec,” Karen thought as she pulled her credit card.
Random humorous impromptu as I had an excruciatingly busy day today. That’s all I’m saying today sorry as I’m heading to bed the moment I finish updating the site for today.