And this one is supposed to be funny but I’m running a bit of temperature and my sense of humor may be even weirder than usual so…
With her first snap, my inhibitions disappeared.
With her second snap, my clothes disappeared.
With her third snap, my ability to walk in two legs disappeared.
With her fifth snap, my free will disappeared.
What do you mean I forgot the fourth one? I really have no recollection of what you’re talking abo…
Think of this one as a prologue to a thing rather than the thing itself. Revealing one’s fantasies can have consequences, just saying… Enjoy your weekend.
“Something wrong?” Chloe asked.
“This drink tastes funny…” Harry replied, panting.
“This one tastes great.”
“You didn’t tamper with mine, didn’t you’?”
“Like adding a little something that will leave you horny, and obedient to me for the rest of the day?”
“No, but I’ll remember that dirty fantasy,” she winked.
Ah, don’t you just love family? Another random, slightly humorous piece today. I don’t like being confused but it’s always a good theme for a bit of tomfoolery. The title has no connection to the famous TV show whatsoever. Until tomorrow.
“Mark? It’s been ages. How are you?” James queried.
“Hey, Al. Remember my sister Clarissa?” he pointed at the gorgeous redhead next to him.
“No, because you don’t have a sister.”
“I meant cousin,” James retorted, confused.
“You don’t have a cousin called Clarissa, either.”
“Hmmm… Niece? Stepdaughter?”
If only he remembered the word Hypnodomme.
I’ve decided to go for something completely different this time around. This is a piece based on the concept of ‘rejuvenation‘ with a little bit of kinkiness attached to it. I hope you like it.
William Dawson was all the rage on the dance floor.
“Dad’s looking lively!” Amber noted. “What happened?”
“You know that saying: ‘you are only as old as you remember you are’?” her mother replied.
“Well, when he’s hypnotized, he doesn’t remember he’s eighty-two anymore.”
“How old does he think he is?”
“Sixty-nine,” she winked.
Today’s entry is a very simple piece about hidden triggers and amnesia. He’s still calling her as I type this so be careful next time you check your messages, okay? Enjoy the rest of your day and until tomorrow.
“Why are you calling me, Jen? It’s 3 am.”
“You’re the one calling, Sam.”
“Oh… why did I do that?”
“You tell me. Did you check your voicemail just now?”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s nothing. Good night.”
Intrigued, he checked his voicemail…
… and called her again, and again, and again…
Sometimes, my pieces don’t have direct references to hypnosis or mind-control but just because you can’t read about them, that doesn’t mean they’re not there. Take the following piece of humor for instance. I think it’s easy enough to understand something out of the ordinary took place, right? Oh, and I’m pretty sure he made the right choice in the end. If that should be the case, enjoy, and until tomorrow.
“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Zoe giggled.
“How long was I out?” Julian asked.
“If it’s any consolation, you weren’t really sleeping most of the time…”
“Then what was I…?” He looked around. There was a French maid’s outfit on the floor.
“Do you really want to know, Juliette?” She laughed.
“Non,” he blushed.
I think I’m getting sick. I woke up feeling woozy, drained, and a whole lot of other things I can barely put into words. Not a pleasant feeling, and one I wish I could forget, but the show must go on, so I tried to come up with something funny to compensate. I hope you have a good memory because, for some strange reason, Derek doesn’t.
Derek shuddered the moment he saw Melissa approaching.
“What did I forget this time?” he muttered.
“Our anniversary!” She gnarled. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”
As she swung her pendant back and forth, he thought: “Why don’t I ever learn?”
It was the fifty-seventh anniversary he had forgotten already, and the year was just beginning.