Two Gods
“How do you do it?” Henry asked.
“Do what?” Carina inquired, a gentle hand caressing his hair.
“How do you manage to always change my mind?”
“As Themistocles once said: I have with me two gods, Persuasion and Compulsion,” she smiled.
“So that’s what you call your boobs, nowadays.”
Persuaded to stare, compelled to suck.
I decided to write another story inspired by a quote today so I dug around the Internet looking for something that inspired me that way. The words of Themistocles (Greek soldier – 525 BC – 460 BC) were the first that struck a chord but I always subvert quotes when I write about them and you wouldn’t have it any other way, right?
Women’s breasts are spellbinding attributes, we all know that and some of my most beloved creations out there are so because of them. I’m more of an “eyes” person as I find them to be more magnetic and enticing than anything else but this one was written with the boob lovers in mind, those of you who find themselves drifting whenever a woman shows an extra bit of skin, a tantalizing cleavage, perhaps even a pendant glimmering in-between. Boobnosis is real and you know you’re weak against it, Persuasion and Compulsion guide your actions.
It’s a shame Themistocles didn’t speak of two Goddesses as perhaps that would make more sense but even without boobnosis, women must be obeyed. You know this is true and not just because I’m reinforcing this thought in your mind right now. You will obey and come back tomorrow to read another story. See you then.
Game On
“We’re not playing this game again, Violet,” Brock said.
“What game?”
“The one where you twist my mind around your finger.”
“When did I ever do that?”
“How about all the time?”
“All the time? Including now?”
“Yes!”
“So we’re already playing.”
“Hmmm…”
“And I’m winning.”
“I suppose that’s… Shit!”
“SLEEP!”
She loved this game.
Hypnotists are special creatures. They have a way to lead you on, and subtly change your perceptions of things. They can do it overtly, but also covertly, and if they’re good, you won’t even realize they’ve been inside your mind and, even if you do, your memory of what you think happened may not correspond to the truth. Misdirection is part of the game, but so is agreement.
If you find yourself talking to one and suddenly agreeing with everything being told, chances are you’re already under or halfway there. Your initial argument can be easily turned upside down and when you start saying “yes”, well… that’s game over for you. Or, perhaps, the game is just beginning.
I’m not sure if Brock actually wanted the game to end or if his “complaint” was just another way being used by Violet to have some fun with him. I guess we’ll never find out but I’ll leave it up to you to choose the interpretation that suits you best. Just remember that hypnotists always win, especially if they’re women.
No More
“What’s wrong, slave?” Amber teased.
“It’s been hours, Mistress, it fucking hurts.” Jack mumbled, sweaty fingers.
“Oh? I thought you liked jerking all the time.”
“Me too but please make it stop.”
“Only if you go into hypnotic chastity for me.”
“Anything, please…”
“Come here,” she beckoned, pendant in hand.
He would never come again.
How does one change a behavior? Through repetition? Through indoctrination? Perhaps through excess… yes, the last one definitely works.
This piece was partially inspired by my story Losers Can’t Be Choosers in which – among other things – an extinction protocol is being used to persuade a man to stop being addicted to false notions of Femdom Humiliation but I choose to go down the excessive masturbation route instead.
We all know some men simply can’t have enough when it comes to jerking but why should they be allowed to engage in such a disgusting ritual over and over again when it serves no purpose at all? When something is too much, people grow bored of it, tend to zone out, and then it becomes easier to promote the opposite behavior so now you know. If your Hypnodomme ever turns you into a compulsive wanker chances are you’ll grow to love chastity soon enough.
Resident Sexy
“Jill, here’s a lock-pick. It might come in handy if you, ‘the master of unlocking’, take it with you,” Barry said.
“Mistress of unlocking, you mean,” Jill smiled.
“Huh?”
She flashed it before his eyes and his mind became a sandwich, his leaky cock the filling. Chris and Wesker were the next zombies in line.
I have a confession to make. I never played the original Resident Evil. Nor did I play 2 and 3 for that matter. Like many, I started with 4 and only because a friend borrowed me the game. I enjoyed it a lot and went on to buy 5, 6, Revelations 1 and 2… but I never felt tempted to go back to the original, not even the REmake that, up until recently, was a GameCube exclusive. I’m not really fond of zombies, truth be told, and the actiony feel of the latest installments was more my thing than the tension of awkward controls of the previous ones despite my love for horror tales.
If you’ve been keeping with these 55 words stories for a while, you’ve already seen me play with Resident Evil on other occasions. Check out Resident Sexy 4 Remistressed for instance or Resident Sexy 6. This time around, I went back to the original for fun,
One of the most remembered aspects of the original PlayStation release was the cheesy voice acting and the completely random lines of dialogue the main characters uttered from time to time. The opening line of my piece is one of them and “sandwich” reference near the end should be familiar to veteran players as well. The rest was all my kinky imagination pressing some buttons here and there. Did it press yours? Do you want to play this game now?