Today’s source of inspiration is a song I’m sure everyone is familiar with, namely this one.
It was playing on the radio when I woke up this morning and it’s the kind of tune that sticks with you no matter what so the ideas started brewing. The title of the piece is a reference to the album in which it was originally released but I left it unfinished on purpose. Feel free to complete it in any way you like. There are a few other nods easy to spot in the flow of the text. It wouldn’t be a writing of mine if I didn’t do stuff like that. Enjoy.
A Night at the…
The melody echoed far and wide in the deepest recesses of Trevor’s subconscious.
“Nothing really matters… nothing really matters to you…”
Yes, nothing. Nothing except Gina’s voice. Gina’s power. Gina’s control.
“My Queen…” he muttered.
“Music and hypnosis are a perfect combination,” she thought out loud as he nodded, soundlessly.
Time for a kinky rhapsody.
So… apparently, it’s my birthday today. I say “apparently” because that’s what my family tells me to be true. I don’t really know because I wasn’t there to see. Okay, I was, but I don’t remember being born at all. Could this be a case of post-birth amnesia?
Yes, that was a terrible, terrible attempt at being funny but hey… I’m sticking with it. In good honesty, I don’t really pay much attention to the date. I’m more inclined to notice other people’s birthdays than my own. Still, one can use the opportunity to write something involving such an occasion and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
Here’s something dirty. Whether it’s tasty or not, I’ll leave it up to you. Enjoy.
“I don’t remember asking for this!” Brian protested.
“You said you wanted a lemon cake…” Amber teased.
“I never said anything about becoming one.”
“Hold still, you’re ruining the decoration,” she commanded.
Unable to resist her mesmerizing suggestion, he felt the cold whipped cream spiraling across his manhood.
The mind-controller always gets the first bite.
Time for some Eastern-flavored shenanigans, courtesy of another twist on a famous story, or rather two. The idea came to me earlier today. A famous Disney movie was airing and I happened to be eating an apple when I turned on the TV. The rest was just the by-product of my kinky thoughts. I wonder if the forty thieves in Ali Baba’s story would like to be triggered this way as well. Until tomorrow.
“Open, Sesame,” Jasmine said.
“Wrong story, Princess,” Aladdin replied.
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t see a mountain full of treasure around here,” he mocked.
“Don’t need one. Your mind is enough and it’s already mine.”
“Why do you say that?”
“That’s not an apple you’ve been eating, dear,” she purred, opening her legs even more.
Just a quick note today. This silly piece was inspired by the following idea: what if everyone in the family was a hypnotist except you? Poor Amanda. Have fun and enjoy your weekend.
A Modern (Hypnotic) Family
“Where have you been, Jeff?” Amanda tapped her foot, angrily. “I’ve been waiting for ages!”
“Well, honey… First, I was on the moon and then ended up licking feet inside a dungeon in Seattle!”
“My sister hypnotized you again, huh?”
“Your cousin was there too,” he shrugged.
“Thank God mother is on vacation!” She thought.
Today’s strange experiment was inspired by the image below.
I’m sure you know what it stands for but let me say it anyway. That is a representation of the informal and generally accepted list of 216 “web safe” colors. For many years, they were the standard for websites and even though they’ve begun falling into practical because most personal computers now have 24-bit (TrueColor), I still resort to the old palette myself.
Looking at the image made me think of perception shifts once again and my crazy imagination did the rest. Enjoy.
Colorful (June 15th)
“How do I know when I’m under?” Hank typed.
“Simple,” Rachel responded. “If you’re seeing red text now, that’s your cue.“
“I’m seeing green.”
“You’re under as well.“
“Now I’m seeing blue.”
“That’s because you’re under.“
“So I’m always under?”
“If you weren’t before, you certainly are now.“
Only two hundred and twelve colors left.
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.
I did mention something more lighthearted would be appearing sooner than later and here it is. The inspiration this time around is the rivalry between gamers when it comes to their brand/console of choice, with E3 as the backdrop. I’ve always thought that the idea of “winning” the show was pretty dumb and I simply despise hearing people trash talk others because they don’t share the same tastes. Let’s solve this with a bit of mind control, shall we? Have fun.
“Microsoft won E3!” Paul said.
“Excuse me?” Aaron rebuffed. “Sony won E3!”
“You guys are funny…” Dean laughed. “Nintendo won E3!”
Samantha rolled her eyes, snapped her fingers.
“I win all three,” she declared, pulling them deeper and deeper under her spell.
The performances on the show floor were about to get way more interesting.