Voting Results
The results were in: ten thousand votes for Hypnotic Female Supremacy lessons. The problem was…
“We have only two thousand students on campus, Mrs. White,” the Dean said. “Are you cheating?”
“Just testing your suggestibility,” she snapped her fingers. “You were saying?”
“If twenty thousand want this, they shall have it,” he mindlessly replied.
“Good.”
Back to something more humorous, playing with suggestibility and perception as I like to do. My internet connection was acting funky again early in the afternoon so this piece was drafted while it was down and now I’m posting it for you all. Democracy is a wonderful thing even if viewed through the eyes of a hypnotized man, unable to resist the suggestions being planted in his weak and pliable mind. Don’t you want all voting opportunities in the future to be like this?
Two Dogs
“How are you doing, Joe?”
“Not great, Mark.”
“What happened?”
“I saw Anne with her new hypno-puppy, today.”
“So what?”
“I thought I was over her programming but, suddenly, it all came back to me.”
“What did you do?”
“I bit his cock and loved it.”
So did she. She’ll be walking two dogs tomorrow.
Another humorous little thing, improvised shortly after walking my dogs for the first time earlier today. Didn’t feel like posting it right away because I was behind on a few other things so I took care of them first and now I wrap things up for the day. Some triggers take a while to go away, and others never really disappear. I have a feeling there will be more bites in Joe’s future, just saying.
Eyes for Her
The headaches were relentless. Just thinking of looking at other women made Mara cry out in pain.
“Please, make it stop!”
“Stop what?” Angelica grinned.
“The curse! I’ll be good, I promise.”
“I know you will, slave. You only have eyes for me now.”
Mara nodded and licked her feet, tears rolling down her eyes.
A headache curse sounds like an excruciating thing, doesn’t it? It sure does and I would hate to suffer through one. If you’re wondering I wrote this one because I had headaches today, you are correct in your assumption. That definitely happened. I slept poorly again yesterday and when I woke up, things were a bit messy. I was able to get through the workday just fine though so at least there’s that.
This piece was written during my lunch break at a time the pain was a bit more intense. Headaches sure are the worst, don’t you agree?
Incompetent
Jonah left the stage, smirking. He couldn’t be hypnotized, just like he always said.
“Boy, you must be feeling quite incompetent right now,” he muttered.
The redhead hypnotist said nothing and waited for her round of applause.
To this day, Jonah knows not why he arrived home wearing a latex dress, and he never will.
Yesterday’s piece involved a painful punishment so I decided to write something lighter today. This was the first idea that came to mind because everybody knows hypnosis doesn’t really work, right? Also, latex is my favorite fetish material, so…