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Day 360/2017. One last chance for Alexandra Ryder to shine this year.
When the New Year Hits
"Alexandra?"
"Yes, General?"
"Putting Christmas presents inside stockings is one thing..."
"Yes...?"
"Having me wear them twenty-four seven is another!"
"But they look so good on you and even match the color of your eyes."
"Sigh... When will the suggestion wear off?"
"When the New Year hits."
"Good."
Too bad she forgot the word "Chinese".
Chinese New Year is February 16th, 2018 by the way.
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Day 361/2017. The finish line draws nearer and nearer.
Test Ride
"How was Christmas, Joan?"
"Wonderful, Trish. Yours?"
"Likewise. Lots of presents?"
"Just one," she pointed out the window. "THAT!"
"New model?"
"Yes."
"I love it. Can I go for a test ride later?"
"Not sure. You broke the last one."
"Please!"
"Fine. My place at eight."
Trish brought her pocket watch. Joan supplied the slave. -
Day 362/2017. Want to play this one?
An Impossible Game
"Come on, that's cheating!" Alistair protested.
"What do you mean?" Clarice tapped her feet.
"Seven aces in a deck? That's impossible and you know it!"
"They're actually eight."
"I'm serious!"
"So am I. See?"
He did. The shiny cards appeared to be dancing in her hand. His eyes fluttered.
Too bad they were playing Monopoly. -
Day 363/2017. A mellow piece.
The Message
Karl’s e-mail called out to him. He saw the message, opened it, and the single word there brought him to his knees.
It was a cruel joke, a trigger shot into the future. Five years had gone by. She was not coming back.
As he struggled to stand up again, tears rolled down his eyes. -
Day 364/2017. Lucy's GOAT.
Game of the Year
"What was everyone's game of the year?" Nathan asked.
"Breath of the Wild," Jake replied.
"Persona 5, obviously," Liam intervened.
"Resident Evil VII for me," Ashton declared.
Lucy kept quiet while they talked. Then, she grabbed her pendant and watched as they began stripping, eyes glazed.
She would play Femdom Hypnosis for years to come. -
Day 365/2017. Wrapping up.
The End (For Now)
"It's happening."
"Yes, it all comes down to this."
"I can see his mind unraveling, new ideas emerging from the chaos."
"New desires too that will keep him tethered to his true purposes in life."
"To write..."
"... and to serve."
"Being a Muse is great, isn't it?"
"Yes, but being a mind-controller is even better." -
Here are the collected pieces of the first week of Spell... B-O-U-N-D's Femdom Hypnosis and Mind Control 55 Words Stories Challenge 2018. You're all invited to play along by offering me suggestions for future themes.
Day 1 - January 1st. A piece about New Year's Resolutions, obviously.
Too Small of a Number
Aubrey grabbed a pen and began to write.
New Year's Resolutions
- Lose 15 pounds (minimum!);
- Finish the novel once and for all;
- Be hypnotized three hundred and sixty-five times;"Too small of a number, don't you agree?" Theresa cooed.
Yes. Always. There's no greater resolution than a hypnotic woman's will. Both pen and Aubrey sank.
Day 2 - January 2nd. A piece about testing and tasting. It was inspired by a comment made in the chatroom.
Beta Taster
Being her beta tester was wonderful. Stanley listened to Alana's latest file and drifted, easily.
When he woke up, she sat next to him, smiling.
"Was it enjoyable?"
"Very."
"Good. Drink this."
He obeyed. The glass was warm, its contents thick and salty. He went for seconds, then thirds.
He's her favorite beta taster now.Day 3 - January 3rd. A piece where nothing happens otherwise the title wouldn't make any sense.
Nothing Happened
I didn’t do a thing to you.
I didn’t hypnotize you, brainwash you, tear your world asunder.
I didn’t turn thoughts into feelings, feelings into cravings, cravings into pieces of your soul.
I didn’t give you these words of worship to write every day.
I didn’t make you mine.
And yet, that’s what you are.Day 4 - January 4th. A piece about conditioning and compulsions.
Alphabet of Submission
Every day, Trish asked John to organize her books, alphabetically.
At first, he protested but obeyed, anyway. Compulsion in place, he rapidly found himself doing other things for her, promptly, and without questioning. Kissing her feet while she sang was his favorite."A, B, C, D, E, F, G...
Now your mind belongs to me."Day 5 - January 5th. A piece about wanting what she wants and the color pink.
One out of Two...
"Why do you want to do this?" Allie inquired.
"You told me to," Devon responded.
"So you want what I want? Yes or yes?"
"I... Yes."
"Very good. You know what you want, then."
Yes, he did. He wanted to strip and paint her house pink. Too bad she had forgotten to buy the paint...Day 6 - January 6th. A riff on the first episode of Season 11 of The X-Files. There will be spoilers... and humor.
No Struggle at All
"Mulder, I've seen it!"
"Seen what, Scully?"
"How it ends... and how it begins."
"I'm confused."
"There's a virus... it's going to be used to enslave all men."
"Kinky but I'm only into auto-erotic asphyxiation."
"Mulder, get me a sample..."
"... to synthesize a cure?"
"Yeah, that's it..." she mumbled, a devious smile on her lips.Day 7 - January 7th. A piece about Archimedes' major breakthrough and why it didn't happen the way you think you did.
He Found It!
"Eureka!"
"Archimedes, are you playing with my bath water again?" a disgruntled female voice was heard.
"No, Mistress."
"And yet you're inside it... explain!"
"I suddenly realized that the volume of water displaced must be equal to..."
"Yeah, yeah..." she intervened before drowning him in suggestions. She had other fluids for him to investigate thoroughly... -
Day 8 - January 8th. A subtle (or perhaps not so subtle) piece about brainwashing.
Apologize
"Stop brainwashing me, Chloe!"
"You're the one brainwashing me, Dan."
"What?"
"I'm being controlled by you."
"No, You're the one controlling me!"
"I am?"
"Yes, you control me with..."
"Say I control you again."
"You control me."
"If I control you, I don't need to brainwash you, do I?"
"Hmmm, no..."
"Apologize."
"I'm sorry."
"Good." -
Day 9 - January 9th. My take on the Alien franchise. This is what really happened at the end of Aliens.
Alien Dominion
Ripley opened the hypersleep pod with brute force.
"What are you...?"
"Shut up, Hicks!"
"You look different," he noted.
"I am different," she agreed. "I can feel her becoming a part of me."
"No! That can't be."
"Oh yes... such power! Soon, all xenomorphs will be my pets."
"What about me?"
"You can start now..." -
Day 10 - January 10th. This is a horror story.
Forget Everything
"I have a problem, Lana," Steve declared.
"Just one?" She giggled, looking down.
"I'm serious, here. Every time I become aware of one of your suggestions, it stops working."
"Forget everything then," she commanded.
He closed his eyes and opened them again, staring into the endless void of his persona. Then, he began to choke. -
Day 11 - January 11th. A piece about a famous game that was also inspired by a comment in the chatroom.
Rock Paper Trance
"Rock crushes scissors," Alan said.
"Scissors cut your resistance," Diana smiled.
"What? You can't go on changing the rules like that."
"But I like to. Another go?"
"Fine... one, two, three! A-ha, paper covers rock!"
"Rock hypnotizes you," she flashed her ring at him.
He sighed. He was never going to win at her games. -
Day 12 - January 12th. A piece about "like" buttons. I wonder if you'll like it.
Everyone Likes It
The message was clear, yet confusing. "999 bloggers like this."
"Like what?" Trent didn't remember posting anything and...
"Oh," his jaw dropped when he loaded the site and saw a picture of himself, naked, a handwritten sign on his cock.
"Mistress' mindless pet," it said.
Mind starting to drift again, he hit the "like" button. -
Day 13 - January 13th. A piece about... well, the title says it all.
Mindless Cleaning
Patricia couldn't believe her eyes. The house was a mess.
"It looks like you and the boys had too many beers last night, Bill," she scolded.
"I guess..." he nodded. "You don't mind cleaning up, do you?"
"I do but your mind doesn't," she winked.
Cleaning is a chore... unless you don't remember doing it. -
Day 14 - January 14th. A piece inspired by the intro to the TV series The Outer Limits, the original 1963 version.
Control Voice
"There's nothing wrong with your cock. Do not touch it. I'm in control now. I can make it hard... or soft. I control the erection... and the release. I can kiss it with a word or whip it with a snap..."
"Outer Limits marathon?" Clark mused.
"Control Voice is hot," Angie nodded.
Hers definitely was. -
Day 15 - January 15th. A piece about perseverance and... hmmm... read it to find out.
He Can Do It
"I can do this," he said.
"I can do this," he repeated.
"I can do this!" He insisted.
"I... CAN... DO... THIS," He shouted.
"Yes, pet... you certainly can," she sniggered, triggering him relentlessly.
"I can do this..." he mumbled as the orgasms piled one over the other and the whole world melted in white. -
Day 16 - January 16th. a humorous piece that features Alexandra Ryder doing what she does best… and there’s a book involved as well.
Hypnotic Writing
"Alexandra?"
"Yes, General?"
"Is it true you're writing a book?"
"Yes. It's a fictional account of some of my adventures."
"Why do I suspect I'm a major player in it?"
"Because you typed a pretty lengthy chapter for me just now?"
He blinked. No wonder his fingers hurt. It was better than paperwork, at least. -
Day 17 - January 17th. A piece about getting rid of bad habits and...
A Bit of (De)programming
"How goes the deprogramming of your husband, Tess?"
"Wonderful, Jackie. His violent impulses are gone, he no longer smokes, and his obsessive boot fetish has been taken care, too."
"That sounds wonderful indeed but I have to ask: what's with the frilly maid uniform?"
"I just discovered his sissy fantasies."
"And...?"
"I really like pink." -
Day 18 - January 18th. A piece about music, Elvis Presley, and time-traveling shenanigans.
The King Kneels
"Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis has left the building," the speaker said.
"Nope," the time-traveling hypnotist grinned inside her hotel suite. She was lonesome that night but not for long. Try as he may, not even "the King" himself could help falling in love. Like a fool, he rushed in and licked her blue suede shoes. -
Day 19 - January 19th. A very dark piece about brainwashing. This is fiction, play safe.
An Illusion
The bracelet on Jebediah's left wrist had the following message engraved:
"It's not real."
The reminder kept him grounded, free from deviant thoughts. Free will was an illusion and dreaming of such a thing the most abhorrent of heresies.
"It's not real," he repeated the frenzied mantra before becoming one again with his Goddess' indoctrination. -
Day 20 - January 20th. This is set in the universe of my story Special Number 3 though it has no direct relation to it.
Sales Pitch
"What happens if I don the outfit?" Danielle asked.
"You'll gain power beyond compare," The Master Tailor replied.
"Can I turn men into mind-controlled sex slaves?"
"Hmmm, yes?" the alien replied, taken aback by her directness.
"Word of advice: start with that sales pitch next time," she grinned.
He couldn't. He was a man, too. -
Day 21 - January 21st. A simple piece about hypnotic tease and denial.
What's Coming
"You know what's coming, don't you?" Madison asked, her voice dripping honey and temptation.
Yes, he did. Jordan felt the pull of trance. His arousal built to unparalleled precedents, a flagpole of endless lust. It was coming and so was...
"Not really," she grinned, replacing pleasure with frustration. His cock twitched as he fell deeper. -
Day 22 - January 22nd. A funny take on Greek Mythology. I wrote it to forget a sucky movie.
Love Potion, Olympus Style
"The ambrosia tastes funny..."
"Everything tastes funny to you, Zeus," Hera sniggered.
"I'm feeling diz..." His thoughts were interrupted by the naked sight of Aphrodite and Artemis. "What...?"
"Time for the Goddesses to rule Mount Olympus," they said in unison.
And then the world. The ambrosia tasted funny all right, but worshipping them felt divine. -
Day 23 - January 23rd. I just released an e-book with her so...
Loosen Up
"Alexandra?"
"Yes, General?"
"Have you seen Colonel Gibbons anywhere?"
"He's enjoying some hypnotic bondage."
"Why?"
"He was tense and, sometimes, the best way to loosen up is to be restrained..."
"... so you showed him the ropes?"
"I imprinted them in his mind."
"And if he enjoys it all too much?"
"Knot my problem," she winked. -
Day 24 - January 24th. A piece about credit cards and shoes. The title is also a pun.
Shopping Trip
Melanie looked at the credit card statement.
"Jonathan, what were you thinking?"
"I wasn't."
"Explain."
"Your sister wanted a gift, hypnotized me to get it."
"Sixty pairs of shoes?"
"Sixty-one. How do you even walk in these?"
His co-workers would ask the same thing the next time they saw his stilettos trip around the office. -
Day 25 - January 25th. A ghost story inspired by a dream of mine.
Lights Out
He turned on the lights.
The shadows in his mind receded.
He turned off the lights.
Her voice returned, ghostly fingers rubbing his cock.
He turned on the lights.
No more pleasure. Loneliness cracked the bedroom window.
He turned off the lights.
She came... and drained... and sucked everything dry.
He smiled in the dark.