Please Click…
The image CAPTCHA on Eliza’s website quite something.
“Please click on all spirals until there are none,” it said.
Harold hit the first, black and blue flashing. He hit the second, pink emerging from yellow. He hit the third, envious green and lustrous red.
After the two hundredth and fifty-second, his mind was completely blank.
Do you like CAPTCHAs? Most people don’t and with good reason. They’re annoying little distractions that keep us a few seconds away from the “good stuff” we wish to see and in a world where everyone seems to be racing, anything that slows us down in our quest for self-gratification is mortifying.
I don’t like them either but, sometimes, they’re a necessary evil, a layer of protection against even more annoying bots and nasty worms, I’ve had to deal with my share of them but sadly, none of them were hypnotic in nature.
As such, I devised one in this little snippet. Now I just need one of my readers to come up with one like this for real. Are you up for the task? Oh, and the number at the end is an obvious reference to the number of this piece in regards to the days of the year. I may not like CAPTCHAs but palindromic numbers are cool, aren’t they?
Wonderful
It was Tuesday, time for the customary routine.
Jacob entered Lara’s bedroom, sat on the metallic chair in the corner and watched as she removed his positronic brain for upgrades and a bit of polish.
“Wonderful,” he muttered before the OS shut down entirely.
Life was so much better ever since he had been robotized.
While robotization isn’t one of my kinks, I think at some point we all wish we had a way to shut down your brains at will because they’re in the way.
Well, today, I did just that during my lunch break. I went for a walk, sat down in the park watching some dogs play and then just wandered off for a bit, not thinking of anything, just enjoying the sun.
After I was done, I grabbed my little notebook and wrote this one. I also wrote a few more who will probably appear here soon but while that doesn’t happen…
June’s Birthday
Alicia’s dress was stunning.
“Where are you going all dressed up?” Timothy asked.
“June’s birthday party.”
“Right… bought her a present yet?”
“I have you…”
“You’re sharing me? We agreed not do that.”
“You agreed, not me and since you can’t resist my conditioning…”
She snapped her fingers and the human present crawled behind her.
This piece was inspired by a leather dress. I saw a lovely lady wearing one as I was heading out of work. To say she looked amazing in it would be the understatement of the year.
I liked the dress so much I wrote three short pieces with it in mind. This is one of them even though it’s not mentioned anywhere Alicia is wearing leather but now you know. Would you like to attend June’s birthday party as a mindfucked servant?
Renovations
“Honey, when you talked about renovations…” Jack mumbled.
“Yes?” Trish grinned, make-up kit in hand.
“I thought you wanted me to paint the kitchen, not this!”
“Oh, you’ll still do it but as my sissy maid.”
“No! I’ll fight it!”
“Liar…” she applied blush on his left cheek, the feathery touch immediately triggering an erection.
Impromptu piece written right after watching a woman freshen her make-up earlier today. I think she was getting ready for a hot date but I guess I’ll never know for sure.
And if now you’re wondering “how did you go from a woman applying make-up on herself to a mindfucked sissified boyfriend or husband?”, my answer is: I just did it, of course. Associations are often random but when they click, a story comes out. Although I have favorite themes of my own in the femdom world, Spell… B-O-U-N-D doesn’t discriminate when it comes to femdom fetish themes.