A Good Man
“Denise, am I a good man?” Charles asked.
“Of course not,” she replied, not even looking at him.
“Huh? I’m not?”
“No. You’re a a good puppy, a good maid, and a good slave especially when you’re under. Being a man has nothing to do with it.”
“Meaning…?”
“You’re going to love the name Charlene.”
Random impromptu inspired by those moments we all have when we find ourselves thinking if we’re good or not. I thought it would be fun to turn those doubts into a hypno-kink scenario. Anyone can be a good man but perhaps it’s best to be a woman.
Cumming on Command
Joel’s cock followed the movements of Helen’s right index finger, going up and down.
“How are you doing this?” he queried.
“Hypnotic suggestion,” she replied before simulating a sharp pinch. The sudden pain almost made him explode.
“I’m not cumming on command…”
“Give me five minutes…” she smiled.
He was licking every drop after two.
Admit it, the thought of a woman controlling your orgasms is hot, isn’t it? And so is the fact that without permission, you’re completely at her mercy. Now imagine how hotter it is for her, to know that she has that power and that you are bound to obey.
Those thoughts inspired this piece but I couldn’t just leave it at that, could I? No, I couldn’t because I know how much you like it when I play dirty on these so… clean it up and…
… come back tomorrow for another story.
Newbie
“Let me guess, first time?” Princess Angie asked.
“That obvious?” Nicholas replied.
“Yes. Don’t worry, I love hypno-newbies.”
“That’s good. So… how will I know?”
“Know what?”
“If I’m hypnotized or not.”
“You won’t because if you do then I’m doing it wrong, however…”
“Yes?”
“I never do it wrong.”
Nicholas smiled and went deeper.
First times are always scary unless you don’t remember to be afraid or don’t remember the first time at all. Hypnosis can do it to you if you’re willing to let go.
This piece was written for those of you out there who are afraid to give it a try. My advice is: don’t. You’ll find bliss under a woman’s mesmerizing control.
Cute
“Hmm… Jane?”
“What is it, Sophie?”
“What’s wrong with your husband? He’s at the driveway, on all fours, barking at the cars.”
“He said he envied dog’s life so I hypnotized him into believing he’s one. Doesn’t he look cute, wagging his tail?”
“No! He just tried to bite me…”
“Yeah, my dog hates pussies…”
I love dogs, I really do, and yes, I’ve often wondered if they do have it easy or not. I suspect it’s not as straightforward as some people think especially given the reactions mine exhibit from time to time.
My youngest – which I call “keyboard dog” from time to time because of his tendency of jumping at the keys or falling asleep on top of them – is also quite the barker. Sometimes, I bark at him just for fun because we dog owners are crazy that way. I look ridiculous while I do it, but who cares?
So yeah, I did it again today, and I’m not sure if my barking meant anything or not but he’s now asleep by the keyboard and I wrote a piece about a man that barks. Like I said before, I’m crazy that way.