Below are the short stories of the seventh month of this year long challenge. Please enjoy.
Cheesy (July 1st)
“Cheese makes you forget,” Joseph’s mother always told him but he never listened. His favorite was Blue Stilton and a glass of Port. That would never change.
“Cheese makes you forget,” Marguerite whispered, and he listened. He believed everything she told him like a good mindless puppet. That would never change.
Care for a slice?
Changing the Subject (July 2nd)
“Stop changing the subject, Joan!” Clive begged.
“Why would I do that when the subject…,” she paused, grinning. “… likes to be changed?”
“That’s not what I meant!”
“So like it when I change your thoughts?”
“I didn’t say that either!”
“Now who’s changing the subject?”
“I… You… I… don’t know.”
She was counting on that.
House Visit (July 3rd)
“… that concludes our tour, Mr. Marcks. Any questions?”
“Just one, Ms. Davies. You’ve shown me every room except the one behind that door. What’s over there?”
“That’s where the house owner brainwashes anyone that says something bad about her real estate. Any more questions?”
He had none. A list of complaints on the other hand…
A Wish (July 4th)
“Again with the fireworks?” Jeremy vociferated.
“It’s 4th of July, dear,” his wife, Magda, remarked. “What did you expect?”
“Some peace and quiet. I wish we were still under British rule….”
“That can be arranged…” she replied in her most delicate and entrancing accent.
“God Save the Queen…” he muttered.
No one would save him.
Typing Slave (July 5th)
“T-ten thousand lines?” Derrick gasped.
“That’s the price of disobedience,” Cassandra declared.
“But I’ll never be able to…”
“You’ll type ’til you drop… slave!” She hissed.
“Yes, Mistress,” he muttered as he began reproducing her commands.
He dropped into a trance after two hundred lines.
It would only take one before the week was done.
IKD (July 6th)
The calendar atop Marcia’s desk had the following message scribbled in red lipstick: International Kissing Day. What better occasion to test her new mesmerizing lip gloss?
Leaving her office, she kissed three people. They felt compelled to kiss her in return.
Her boss kissed her feet.
His assistant kissed her ass.
His wife kissed her…
Dedication? (July 7th)
“More extra hours?! Your dedication to this company is impressive, Jonathan, ” his boss declared.
“Less dedication and more fear, Mr. Adams.”
“If I go home, my wife is going to hypnotize and enslave… “Mr. Adams, what are you…?” he gulped as he began being dragged across the office.
“Driving you home, you lucky bastard!”
Missing a Deadline (July 8th)
“Clark, where’s that draft you promised me?”
“Apologies, Amelia, but my Hypnotic Mistress has been keeping me busy and…”
“Did you just say ‘your Hypnotic Mistress’?”
“Yeah, kind of hard to write when she keeps playing mind games on me.”
“Really? And does your Mistress have a name, dear?”
“Sure. Her name is Ameli… Shit!”
Sweet Punishment (July 9th)
The inviting dessert lay at arm’s reach.
“Go for it!” Camille teased.
“Can’t… move…” Jonah mumbled at great cost, muscles as stiff as rocks.
“Funny, you had no trouble moving a minute ago when you grabbed a slice without permission.”
True, but at least now he knew what she meant by “special marble cake recipe”.
Hot (July 10th)
“She’s hot!” Cody exclaimed.
“Miss July is hotter,” Sam nodded.
“Bah! September is where it’s at,” Daniel remarked.
“You’ll wake up in three, two, one… *SNAP*” Brianna laughed.
The three men blinked, suddenly becoming aware of her presence again.
“Still find them hot?” She asked.
More than embarrassed, Cody threw the male firefighters’ calendar away.
Obedience Training Gone Wrong (July 11th)
“Apologies, Mrs. Davenport. There have been some… complications,” Dr. Lowell announced.
“Well, I know you hired our services to turn your husband into a good hypno-puppy but…”
John Davenport crawled across the corridor, raised his left “paw” and peed on the Doctor’s leg.
“… you might want to avoid skirts for a while,” she concluded.
Flower Power (July 12th)
Every flower has its meaning. Victor had been taught them all.
Upon waking up that Wednesday morning, he saw the orange blossom Meghan had left him and her conditioning took over.
“Innocence, purity, chastity,” he repeated automatically, erection throbbing yet completely restrained.
Tomorrow, history would repeat itself. It was going to be a long month.
A Break (July 13th)
“What’s wrong, Emil?”
“This thing between us… It can’t be 24/7. I need a break.”
“I know, which is why I’m giving you one minute of clarity.”
“But that’s not enou…!”
“Time’s up. Sleep!”
His mind slammed shut.
“Hmmm… what was I doing?”
“You were about to kiss my shoes, Emily.”
She’s Good (July 14th)
“I don’t get it, Frank. What is it that I’m supposed to be looking at?”
“You’re holding the written account of my last hypnosis sessions will Jill, Clive.”
“All I’m seeing are blank pages.”
“Wow, she’s good!”
“You have no idea.”
“Of course not. We never even met.”
“She’s your wife!”
Family Dinner (July 15th)
Deborah looked at her cousin John.
“You haven’t touched your food.”
He nodded in reply.
“Nor your drink.”
He nodded again.
“Afraid to be drugged and turned into my obedient pet? “
“I’m smart enough not to pull the same stunt again…”
“… so I tampered with your seat.”
He wouldn’t stay seated for long.
Slave Arthur and the Knights Under the Round Table (July 16th)
“Come, Arthur…” The Queen of Camelot said, with a grin.
“Guinevere?” he muttered, moving against his will. “What’s the meaning of this?”
“Morgana showed me some tricks…” she responded, strengthening the spell. “You know what to do.”
The Once and Future Thrall crept between her legs and stayed there.
Best version of the legend… ever!
Servant Who? (July 17th)
“This is preposterous!” Steven complained. “How can The Doctor be a woman? What’s next, Gillian Anderson as Jane Bond?”
“I love it,” Chris smiled.
“I know you do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve seen how Clara hypnotizes you with that sonic screwdriver replica…”
Chris blushed. That was a show definitely not suited for children.
Six (July 18th)
“It’s been six months…” Samantha smiled.
“Really? It only feels like six seconds,” Brian retorted.
“Time flows differently in trance, dear.”
“Huh? But you said you didn’t want to do that to me.”
“I don’t remember that. Surprised you do though.”
“Nothing. It’s been six months…”
“Really? It only feels like six seconds.”
Reincarnation (July 19th)
Before she came along, the world was a blur of images rampaging through his mind at two hundred miles per hour.
After the first few words, the picture became clear, streaks of green turning into a garden where he could lie down and relax.
“Slow down and live more,” she said.
And so he did.
Taking Roots (July 20th)
Lance opened his eyes. He stood in a perfectly upright position, feet planted on the carpet, arms semi-outstretched in awkward angles. His skin was coarse. He couldn’t move at all.
Sitting right behind him, Gwen shook her head and facepalmed.
Perhaps she shouldn’t have tried to wake him up from trance with “one, two, tree.”
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