All in His Head
“Do something!” Bonnie cried out. “He’s burning up.”
“We can’t;” Doctor Waters replied.
“Why not?”
“Because this is all in his head and he’s not snapping out of it. Where’s the hypnotist that planted the suggestion?”
“I don’t know. She took all his money and bailed.”
“Well, unless you find her…”
Brett languished in pain.
I had a bit of a fever earlier in the morning. Nothing special – I managed to go to work just fine – but it was there. It’s possible I caught a bug with the recent weather shifts but I’m well prepared for the eventuality so nothing to worry about.
Still, the slightly altered state of mind gave me an idea and I made it come to life in this piece. Evil female hypnotists are quite the fantasy for many of you, aren’t they? I wonder if you would enjoy something like this happening to you for real… probably not.
Skipping Numbers
“Can you count backwards from ten for me?” Mischa asked.
“Sure,” Sergei replied, half-dazed. “Ten, nine, eight, six, four…”
“You’re skipping numbers, sweetie.”
“I am?”
“Yes. And skipping thoughts, too.”
“Oh. I am sorry, Mis…”
“Mistress,” she completed. “Or did you forget?”
“I guess…” he blinked.
“Don’t do it again,” she cooed.
He never did.
Do you like hypnotic countdowns? It’s one of those things that I’m somewhat indifferent to, truth be told. They’re good for show but one doesn’t actually need them to drop deep especially if the hypnotist knows exactly what she’s doing.
I wrote this one while imagining going through a countdown myself but that didn’t happen, it was just a dream.
In other news, still slightly under the weather but nothing I can’t handle.
Safety Off
Melanie put Paul under and brought him back up again. It was the tenth time in a row.
“Stop!” He begged.
“Huh?”
“Stop!”
“What’s the safe-word?”
“I don’t know, you made me forget!”
“Too bad.” She grinned.
Melanie put Paul under and brought him back up again. It was the fiftieth time in a row.
In case some of you forget, the majority of the pieces on this site are nothing more than written Fantasies with a capital F. Non-consensual hypnosis is abuse and that can never be tolerated, okay? Abuse isn’t true femdom.
Fantasies are still hot though and I like to give you hot stuff though perhaps fifty times in a row is a bit too much, huh?
Easy Freshmen
“Are you seeing this?” Dennis asked, eyes glued to the microscope.
“Yeah,” Mark agreed. “These cells look like spirals.”
“They’re so pretty. I could sit here looking at them all day.”
“So could I. Can we?” He begged.
“Please do,” Miss Morrow, their Biology teacher said. She loved easy freshmen first thing in the morning.
A random thing I put together from a series of random ideas scribbled on my black notebook. Yes, I had to look at it again today after spending most of the day sneezing and coughing. My throat is a mess and my voice straight out of a horror movie but I never wanted a leading role in one.
Please send some good vibes my way. And chicken soup. And hypnotic spirals to make me forget I’m sick. And…