A Question of Time
“What time is it?” Darren inquired.
“It’s half-past seven,” Mandy, the hypnotist, replied.
“Huh? You told me it was half-past seven an hour ago.”
“True, and it’s still going to be half-past seven one hour from now.”
“Are you messing with my perception of Time once again?” He asked, bewildered.
“No, my watch is broken.”
Feeling better today, but still not out of the woods. Anyway, you know what time it is? If your guess is “time for a bit of silly humor”, you’re right on the money. Whenever there’s mind-fuckery involved, it’s easy to assume that everything that happens, happens because of it but, sometimes, explanations prove to be far simpler.
If Only…
“… you loved me the way I loved you,” Harry said, head hanging low.
Claudia averted his gaze.
“I’m sorry, but it was all in your head.”
“You didn’t have to break the spell.”
“So you’d suffer on the inside, holding onto an illusion? Never!”
“I will always serve you.”
“I know. Time to wake up.”
A mellow, romantic piece. It deals with themes of recognition, separation, love, and desire. It’s not the usual state of (kinky) affairs but mind control is still there, pervading it all. Enjoy the rest of your day
Better than a Patch
“What was the strangest request you ever had, Mistress Delight?” the journalist asked.
“Well… Jacob here,” she pointed at the slave to her right, “told me he wanted to be my hypnotic asstray.”
“Surely you mean ‘ashtray’?
“No. Allow me to demonstrate…”
She lit a cigarette.
The slave bent.
The journalist quit smoking that day.
So… I was playing Rocket League last night.
I’m not particularly good at it but I like having fun every now and then and it had been a while since the last time I had done so. One of the things I always find entertaining, besides the game itself, is reading the aliases of the other players because there are some combinations that are simply to die for.
It was precisely one of those that, inadvertently, provided the genesis of the inspiration for this piece. I’m not going to tell you what it was because I think it will be quite evident once you read the tale. The story itself has got nothing to do with video games and it’s as silly as it gets but I keep saying I like silly because I really do.
Family Night
Angela couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Mom? Dad? What the…?”
“Be quiet, please. Your father is almost under,” Denise said.
“Hypnosis, really? That’s your new kink?”
“Not just mine, you know?”
Angela followed her gaze and saw her brother masturbating in a corner.
“Mom!”
“Are you mad?”
“More like horny. Pass me the pendant, will you?”
Coming home and finding your friends or relatives engaged in something kinky or simply embarrassing is a classic, right? I love classics and writing my own version of them whenever I have the chance. Today’s piece honors the above scenario. Can you feel the heat? Thank you for reading