Year 5 of Spell… B-O-U-N-D’s Femdom Hypnosis and Mind Control 55 Words Stories Challenge. The stories in this post were written between September 1st and September 30th.
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Blooming
The greenhouse was beautiful but, according to Beatrice, nothing in it compared to…
“… Rosa Hypnotica,” she concluded, pointing at a bright red flower.
“I don’t see anything special.” Richard cocked his head.
“Get closer, dear.”
He did. The petals unfolded in a web of spirals as he froze in place.
“Another slave blooms…” Beatrice smirked.
Back to the grind today but, yesterday, I visited my city’s Book Fair. It takes place in one of the most visited places around here, and its gardens are always ripe with flowers. Yesterday was no exception so I guess some of that rubbed off on me.
Anyway, doesn’t the idea of a hypnotic flower excite you? I do like it, so I hope you feel the same way. Thank you for reading.
Begging Again
“Come on, Ashley! I really need it!” Frank begged.
“You just think you do. I know best, remember?” Jasmine replied.
“No. I don’t even remember when I started enjoying begging!”
“Wonderful. You’re such a good hypnoslave. I’m proud of you.”
“Hmmm… thanks?” He blushed.
“You’re welcome. Now, what did you think you needed?”
“Nothing.”
“Exactly.”
The lunch break impromptus strike again. I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular, just playing around with words and this particular combination came about. Don’t ask me what Frank was after because I don’t really know but Jasmine is always right so…
Are you a fan of begging? I’m certainly not but it works for so many people on so many different levels that it’s quite a powerful thing, indeed. May you have fun surrendering to it if that’s your thing.
The Only Color
Red. Blue. Yellow. Red…
Bill sighed. The pattern was simple and quite boring, but Hannah insisted he kept going. “Don’t you want to go under?” She cooed.
“Yes,” he muttered, the lights flashing faster. Red. Blue. Yellow. Red. Blue. Yellow. Red. Blue. White?
White. White. White. The certainty of oblivion, the only color he needed.
Not a lunch break one, but an impromptu nonetheless. Power fluctuated a bit around here as I was updating the site and, for a moment, the lamp in my bedroom almost felt like it was delivering a message in Morse code or something. Instinctively, I blinked, seeing flashes of color before my eyes as I did. They resembled the pattern I ended up using in the tale. How’s that for random inspiration, huh?
Broadcast
President Truman addressed the nation.
“My fellow Americans, it is with great joy that I hereby proclaim the unconditional capitulation of the United States to the supreme will of the Femdom Movement, here represented by this beautiful lady next to me. Kneel and rejoice!”
The time-traveling smiled as the wonderful news spread across the nation.
On September 4, 1951, President Harry S. Truman’s opening speech before a conference in San Francisco is broadcast across the nation, marking the first time a television program was broadcast from coast to coast. The speech focused on Truman’s acceptance of a treaty that officially ended America’s post-World War II occupation of Japan. The broadcast, via then-state-of-the-art microwave technology, was picked up by 87 stations in 47 cities, according to CBS. In his remarks, Truman lauded the treaty as one that would help “build a world in which the children of all nations can live together in peace.”
That’s what really happened that day 69 years ago but you know how my alternative history goes so… doesn’t a femdom annexation sound much more appealing?