Through the ways of hypnosis, brainwashing and mind control, one can be made to love (or hate) certain things. This piece is about love. And fetishes. And… well, read it very carefully and you’ll find out. Until tomorrow.
He saw the leather boots. His heart started racing.
“You love these, don’t you?” She hummed.
He did, of course. He loved everything she said he loved. He loved loving his ever growing hypnotic obsession.
“Do you know what else you love?”
Gazing at the mirror, the answer was clear. Shame about the heels though.
There’s a park near my house I enjoy going to with my dogs. It’s a fairly quiet place but, every now and then, things take place there that so happen to be good sources of inspiration. Today, there was this mid-thirties woman in a floral dress sitting there with a labradoodle. Quite the jolly fellow, the thing the cute four-legged creature seemed to enjoy doing the most was to lick her owner’s toes through her sandals. Mind you, she seemed to love it as well.
Shortly after arriving home, my kinky mind turned this scene into the piece below. Enjoy.
“I don’t understand,” Andrea insisted.
“Cat got your tongue? Or was it a kitten?”
“I hope you’ll think twice before disobeying me next time. Now, when I snap my fingers, the muzzle will disappear, understood?”
He barked. And howled. And licked her feet.
Let’s finish the fifth month of the year with a little bit of literature. Okay, not really. The title of the piece was indeed inspired by Jane Austen but the contents of it all have no connection whatsoever to her works. I’m just being silly again because… well, it’s fun. Altered states of mind often imply altered sensations as well. I give you an example of such in today’s piece. Only 214 more to go!
Sensibility and Mind Control
The water on the bowl was at 5 degrees Celsius.
“It’s boiling!” Jack protested.
It was pitch black in the room.
“Turn off the lights! I’m going blind!” He begged.
A feather slid down his back.
“I’m being whipped!” He screamed.
As she fed him countless suggestions, Agnes was reminded why she loved sensation play.
I went to the movies today to watch the latest installment of the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise. It was good enough for some laughs but it’s undeniable that gone are the days of the first adventure which I still believe to be quite enjoyable from start to finish.
Yesterday, I had already decided I was going to write something based on this series and so I played with a lot of possible scenarios in my head before and after exiting the theater. I couldn’t come up with any good variation of the existing plots, I created my very own mini-script and, since Keira Knightley’s character has a brief cameo in the last moments of this new flick, I decided to give her the dominant role. I hope you like another attempt of hypnotic humor. Until tomorrow.
Pirates of the Caribbean: Hypnotized Men Believe in Everything
“Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m Captain Jack Sparrow!”
“Wrong. I’m Captain Jack Sparrow!”
“Who’re you trying to fool? I’m Captain Jack Sparrow!”
The number of voices kept growing until there were ninety-captain Captain Jack Sparrow throwing rum at one another.
Standing at the bar’s entrance, Elizabeth Swann waved a crystal pendant, grinning.
No longer sick. Spent some time today reading some things I wrote way back, long before the fetish inclinations. My first attempts at fiction were all of a sci-fi nature so, as an homage to those yonder days, I came up with something with a more classic feel to it. I’m not going to tell you what I envision to have happened before this little snippet but I can give you a hint. It was something… squicky.
The doctor laid down her notes, adjusted her glasses.
“Feeling better, Alan?”
“Yes. I’m cured.”
“You don’t believe in aliens anymore?”
“No,” he muttered, unphased by the impression of a tentacle undulating underneath her shirt.
“Good,” she smiled as she signed his discharge papers.
Another day, another brainwashed subject. The invasion preparations were going smoothly.
Seeing today is Mother’s Day in many parts of the world, I would like to leave a message to all women who have embraced motherhood. You’re all beautiful, bearers of life, and deserve to be celebrated all the time.
That being said, my entry today is as kinky as it gets so please take no offence but rather embrace it if you will. Mind control isn’t really necessary to conceive such a scenario although in this case it most certainly took place. Until tomorrow.
A “Mother’s” Gift
“Happy Mother’s Day!” Camille’s husband muttered.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” her brother repeated.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” echoed her uncle.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” her boss droned.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” the mailman parroted.
“We love you, Mommy!” they all sang in unison.
“I know you do,” she said in her most entrancing voice before reaching for their diapers.
Today’s piece revolves around a common fantasy for many people. I’m not one of them but, just like yesterday’s foray, it all comes down to the fact of whether it’s worth pursuing an idea or not. My primary instinct usually says ‘yes’ so I listened to it once again. Identity is a construct and so is gender perception. Sometimes, the lines pervading each one of these constructions are easily blurred. I suppose this short story rests in the middle of such blurriness. Enjoy and have a good weekend.
Under Michelle’s watchful eye, Jack adjusted the helmet and stared at the translucent visor.
“Mental reprogramming at 25%,” he read.
His legs began to tremble.
“Mental reprogramming at 50%”
His breathing slowed down.
“Mental reprogramming at 75%”
His vision began to blur.
“Mental reprogramming at 100%”
Jane removed the helmet and knelt before her owner.