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SWitch. (Written by Zany Danger)

Here is a little bit of a lovey spoopy story for you. I didn't get many prompts this month so here is an MC story in 20 minutes for y'all. 

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CW: They/W, blood, dubious consent, vampire, fae, consent chats, hypnosis.

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The vampire’s gaze drew her in, entranced and entangled her. Like some remarkably skilled phlebotomist, she barely felt as they sucked her life force out. As her will started to disappear, Sally remembered herself.

“Hey!” Sally pushed the vamp off of her.

Startled they stepped back. “I…I’m sorry, I thought you wanted this. Was I hurting you?”

“Not really no, but I do feel like we should have a conversation about what’s inside my blood, among other things.”

The vamp shyly hid in their cloak. “So sorry, I really shouldn’t have assumed.” They quickly wiped the blood from their teeth.

“I like the sensation of you taking me over completely…even the covert hypnosis stuff. I just think we should maybe negotiate. I want this to last.” Sally looked up to the vampire with big eyes and flush cheeks. She giggled, “You know, I’m worth more than most of your thrall combined.”

“I thought we had killed…but you can’t be!?”

Sally turned to the side and shimmered in the moonlight. “Yes, I am part fae. I hope this doesn’t upset you.”

“I…uhhh…I. No. I didn't think there were creatures like you left. I'm sorry for my rash behavior. Uh. Could I please entrance you and take you into my arms?”

“Yes, you may.”

“May we make love tonight”

“Not tonight, but play your cards right and maybe some other time we can lay together.”

“Understood. May I bite you and take some more of your blood?”

“I’d love it if you did. Just please, be gentle. At the end, will you feed me some of your blood?”

“Uhhhhh….” The vamp got extra super nervous at this question.

“Just a drop.” Sally’s eyes flashed like the sun for a split second. “Pretty please?”

“Oh you devil, yes!”

“Just a run-o-the-mill half-fae.” Sally smirked.

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"Gone." by Zany Danger

This is a story that includes an induction! There is no awakener, but you will find if you go into trance you will easily and capably be able to pull yourself up after reading.

CW: F/nb, hypnosis, touch, submission.

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The way they looked, one could understand why they were such a profoundly effective hypnotist. The cat-like way they moved about. The touches she chose to make felt so natural, it would be surprising if they never happened. The way her voice touched a part so vulnerable and readied the person hypnotized to obey her.

The session started innocent, she asked me what my preferences were for what I wanted to be called, and shared her own.

“You may call me S,” she cooed.  

“Yes, S.”

“Good, Bret. Just like that.” She moved one finger across my shoulder and down my arm.

Despite myself, I made a low moan. “Thank you, S.”

“Very good. Are you ready to be hypnotized, Bret?”

“Yes, S. Yes, please.” I couldn’t help but shift in my chair from excitement.

“Okay Bret. Make yourself more comfortable. You can loosen your top button and tie. I do appreciate the effort made. You look so fresh, it is clear that you wanted to make a good first impression. As you do this, you’ll start to feel even better than you thought you could by doing such a simple action. That’s right.”

“Yes, S.” I could feel my mind starting to change.

“That’s good, Bret. Just focus on my voice inside your head.”

She now was in front of me, one hand on my shoulder and the other in my hair. Her gaze was softly penetrating my mind. Her hand moved around to the front of my forehead, and traced her fingers down my face to my chest.

“Allow yourself to drop easily and fully down. With each exhale, allow your mind to release and fall away as I count down from 5, 4, 3, 2 and 1 completely gone now.”

I could feel myself gently falling through he chair and down below me. The swirling inevitably of my own trance, coupled with her expert influence, lulled me into a safe and calm surrender. Whether it was five minutes or five hours, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Time lost its meaning, and I was lost and happy in trance.

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Denial by Zany Danger (@ellaenchanting Prompt!)

Hello friends! Thanks to @ellaenchanting's support and prompt of "Denial" this month below you will see the resulting (short) MC story!

I am very thankful to those that support my work on patreon.  Enjoy a little delicious desert below!  Patrons get to see this post before everyone else! 

CW: F/f, D/s, teasing, denial, hypnosis, control.  

Belle looked down, to avoid the gaze of her dominant, Serena. She bit her lip and blushed and she couldn’t help but squirm. She kept trying to sneak little glances up at her intoxicating eyes. Serena, behind Belle on the bed, posed her so that her legs were bent but wide open on either side of her own.

Belle did her best to avoid Serena’s gaze but it proved difficult. With every look into her partner’s eyes or hearing their voice she was (hypnotically) compelled to touch herself. This suggestion also came with a jolt of pleasure.

This was a new suggestion for Belle, she loved getting lost in her partner’s eyes. She wasn’t forbidden from her Sir, just forbidden to touch herself. This also was a relatively new suggestion that sadly for Belle, wasn’t bolstered with hypnosis.

“Such a lovely predicament, isn’t it?” Serena cooed in Belle’s ear.

Belle trembled, not understanding the full effect of Serena’s voice on her body as of yet. “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you feel exposed, girl?”

Belle shuddered with each syllable. “Yes, Sir.”

Serena noticed, grinning. “Vul-ner-ab-le.” Serena wasn’t asking.

It was clear that Belle was having a very hard time not touching herself, as she made her hands wide and flexed them, almost in a stop movement.

“You can be good for me. Right?”

“I promise I am trying, Sir.” Belle’s voice shook.

“When was the last time I let you come?”

“Two weeks and three days, Sir.” Belle started to pant.

“You mentioned that you hated but loved when I denied you things. How are you liking it now, girl?”

“It’s difficult but (moan) worth it to please you, Sir. I want to please you Sir, very much”

“Good girl!”

Something in Belle’s mind changed in that moment and her hands seemed to move on their own, almost as if she was wrestling with a demon inside of her to keep control of herself. Belle was panting and fighting against herself in this suggestion. “No…I will not, no…no!” Belle shuddered.

“So denied and so desperate. Such a good girl.” SNAP “Deep, girl.”

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Petting by Zany Danger

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This writing was inspired by some true things that may have happened, or that I wanted to happen, anyway!

Sending this to my $10+ Patrons (on Patreon) for their generosity last month. But I thought  @ellaenchanting​, @just_amitus in particular may enjoy this. Patrons see my original content earlier!

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CW: Petting, touch, hypnosis, emotion.

Frey had recently come back from a leisure trip out west. She was welcomed home with open arms to sickness. It started at first like a run-of-the-mill cold, and some mysterious force (bacteria) showed up and stole her voice away.

Frey is a hypnotist by trade and uses her voice for all sorts of things. Her nerves caused her to get concerned. She went to the doctor and was given a prescription that she was assured would clear up the infection with time, returning her voice.

Several of her friends and partners were kind and caring towards her during this time. She kept finding herself getting frustrated. If only she could say this thing, in *that* way. The way that causes people to fall deeply into trance, swoon, or bite their lower lip in adoration.

Frey was told after the fourth day of the medication she was no longer infectious. She had a partner come for a visit. The previous night she had a dream about petting someone into a deep trance, and decided this was a good technique to test. She had missed doing touch- based trances.

She wrote on a piece of paper asking her partner if she could pet them into trance? The partner was so thrilled by this idea they shouted, “Oh gods, yes!”

Looking into her partners’ eyes, she wordlessly traced their features with her fingertips. Slowly, using more and more of her hand, lightly caressing their whole face. The look of calm and delight mixed together on their face was enough to cause Frey to redden. Passing a hand over the forehead, down the nose, mouth, chin, neck, then chest, Frey was able to see the shift. She held her hand out and put some pressure on their chest, taking the other arm and teasing their ear, neck, shoulder, and arm. She repeated this several times, in similar and different places, which yielded the desired effect.

Her partner was deeply hypnotized now, and laying flat on the bed. They were making happy little moans and sounds that told Frey, just how successful she had been. After some time, Frey snapped her fingers very close to her partner’s ear, while her other hand pet upwards on their arm.

Frey croaked, “ Welcome, back.”

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Fondle by Zany Danger

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Here is a post I wrote based on a patron's prompt, "forced bisexuality."

This is a story  that some may find relevant to their interests. However, here is a CW: W/m/m, "forced" bisexuality, "forced" blow job, hypnotic suggestion to simulate the forced part, somewhat dubious consent, touch, D/s, cuckolding.

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Frank sat on the bed, nervously fidgeting. He had wanted this for such a long time.

His wife Darla, had listened to him patiently when he told her of his, “forced bi” fantasy. He didn’t actually want to be forced, but he wanted the illusion of it, wanted a safe space to explore this. thing. They had spoken to a trusted male friend of theirs, (Jon) who they both were flirty with.

They were polyamorous, Darla and Frank. They all were in a V type relationship, with Darla at the point. However, oftentimes the three of them would go on “dates.” Usually ending with much making out and flirting all around.

Darla spoke to Jon about this fantasy. Both of them were excited about helping frank fulfill it. Jon mentioned something about hypnosis being a useful ingredient. Darla and Frank played with hypnosis in the past but hadn’t really done anything this serious.

Frank’s eye closed deeply as he touched his left forearm. They had implanted two automatic suggestions. If he felt uneasy he could just touch his left forearm and it would calm him down. The second was an automatic safe word trigger. If at any point he needs to know who this man is to him he could, and he can fully embrace the scene. They all had discussed limits before hand.

Darla walked in holding the leash of Jon. He followed her shortly behind. Frank had been hypnotized to not remember who Jon was, but to be compelled to follow both of their instructions despite himself.

Darla smirked while looking downwards, “Hello, Frank. This is my pleasure slave. I’ve decided to let him have a little treat. You do such a good job at pleasuring me with your mouth. I’ve decided to let him use yours.”

Even the resistance had been suggested. “Uh, Darla- I hardly know him, has he - is it…safe? Do I have to?”

“Yes and yes, dear. Everything is fine.” The phrase that often hints to everything most certainly not being fine was also consented to. “Get on your knees, Frank.”

Reluctantly (but with a blush and a lip bite), Frank sank to his knees. His partners were now seated on the bed and Frank was feeling the warmth spread in his body and mind. Jon was naked, his eyes wild and fierce.

Jon snaked a hand through the back of Franks’ hair and moved his mouth onto his now hard member. It only took a bit of pulling. Franks’ eyes slightly rolled into his head as he gave in feeling the strength of Jon, tasting his cock.

Some part of Frank was relieved to have this happen, and the resistance part bubbled up to match that parts intensity. He struggled backwards, “Mmmph.”

Jon held him where he was then released him on a count of three.  

“Now now, don’t make me order you officially, Frank.” Darla, scolded.

Franks breathy self looked up at his wife, his blue eyes pleading.

“Do it right, pet. Let me show you off. It will please me.”

“Yes, Miss.” Frank got back to work, moaning, sucking, and licking.

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In her mind (written by Zany Danger)

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She looks so pretty, deep in her thoughts. Perhaps she’s thinking of the strong hands she sees in her mind. Or of the arms attached to them, wrapped in rich, smooth suit fabric. Or perhaps their neck, well-outlined by the handsome collar and tie he wears.

Could it be something more perverse she’s thinking about? Her hands are on the small of their back just before the slope outward starts. She considers moving her hands down, but she catches herself before she starts. She’s captivated by the hardness she feels in front of her, is that his hardness or just her imagination?

Oh if she could just move her head there to feel with her mouth the outline of his cock, but could she- would she dare?  

She licked her own lips thinking of that delicious thought. She bit her lip. Despite herself she moaned aloud. Remembering the feeling of being so present in the moments that they moved in and out of her.

“Such a delicious thought, isn’t it pet?”

She nodded, keeping eye contact steady. Her eyes starting to form tears from not blinking, or was it that she just was compelled to stare?

Either way, she was in for a fantastic night.

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Hurt, written by Zany Danger

Here is a story I wrote for @warpmymind this month, inspired by his prompt, "Hurt" Thank you so much supporting me!

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CW: F/m, leather restraints, sensory deprivation, strap gag, blindfold, pain, endurance, hypnotic suggestion, conditioning, objectification, light mental sadism.

The padded leather cuffs held Peter’s wrists to the bedposts of a four post bed. His thighs were also attached to the base of the bed with fine leather also. He had been ordered to stand there all night. He was wearing a comfortable padded blindfold and had just started to drift asleep as he heard the light yawn and giggles.

“Oh how pretty you look all exposed and vulnerable like this. Did you have a good night, thing?”

Peter went to answer, discovering (again) he could only mumble his words. He nodded vigorously. There were light leather straps gagging him.

Mary pressed her feet into Peter’s chest- pushing her toes lightly onto his nipples. “Feel pain, thing.

Peter moaned from pain. It felt to him as if his nipples were being tortured and pinched. Yet, all Mary was doing was touching them with her perfect feet. Mary had been conditioning him to become more suggestible. The sensory deprivation surely helped with this. It allowed his mind to simply just follow along and become more compliant, obedient, and present for Mary.

The pain continued, even after Mary took her feet off of Peter’s chest. All Mary had to do was say words like, “Continue” or “More,” and that simply would be the result for Peter. He was devoted to suffering for her. He wanted to serve her in his pain, pleasure, or whatever she saw fit to do with him.

Mary grinned. “Thing, I want you tell me concisely something you need as I take your gag away. Is that understood?” Peter nodded. Mary slowly unwrapped the gag, carefully removing it. “Speak.”

“I, I very much need to use the bathroom, Sir. I also would love some water, please?”

“Permission granted. I’m going to lead you to the bathroom. You know the drill.” Mary detached his wrists and thigh cuffs from the bed, and walked him to the bathroom. “There you go, thing. There is a cup for water by the sink. Please do wash your hands after. You will crawl back to me once you leave the bathroom.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you sir.” Peter fumbled in the bathroom and decided to sit, to sit for precious moments. He got to his feet and found the sink, somehow washed his hands, and drank two cups of water before finding the doorframe, sinking to his knees, and crawling on the soft carpet back to his Sir. He had done this several times before, and had gotten skilled at finding his way around blind.

“More pain now, thing. I want you to feel my influence as you work your way back to me.”

Each foot he travelled caused him to feel even more sore, as if there was someone grabbing his manhood, just as a reminder as to whom owned him. Peter moaned softly. “Yes, Sir. Thank you for how you treat me. Please hurt me more. Please make me suffer. Please.”

“I know you love this, thing. Today will be an ordeal of sorts. I want you to kneel where you are…I’ll have someone check on you sometime…soonish.”

Peter felt a light breeze near him as a hand moved through his hair.

“The hurt that you feel will grow. Ta ta for now.”

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Menu (written by Zany Danger)

Here is a story I wrote for @Daniel this month, inspired by the prompt @shadowd gave me, "menu" Thank you so much for supporting me!

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CW: Hypnosis negotiation, blushing, light flirting

Todd had just opened up about his curiosity about hypnosis to his partner Billie. They were one of the leaders of the local hypnokink munch, so Todd was hopeful he had come to the right place. He had read up on hypnosis previously, and been to a very basic 101 class. “Would you…please hypnotize me Billie?”

Billie had told Todd that they had a fetish for explicitly being asked for things. Be it play, or general other favors. It cut out the bullshit, but also made consent very apparent from that side. Billie was already a bit shy, so it also helped with that. When Todd asked for this, Billie blushed. They had often fantasized of their partner, deeply hypnotized. These two had done other play, but never hypnosis.

“Oh- I mean, sure! Are you certain that you want this though?”

“Very much yes, Billie.” Todd blushed lightly.

“Okay then! Is there something you’d like to explore with me? There are so many examples of different things we can play with. Bondage, role-play, mindlessness, sensations from pain to tickling, there are so many many more.”

As Todd heard the different flavors of hypnotic play, his blush became the hue of a raspberry. The redness started to deepen and shift to his neck and ears. He started sinking into the chair and hiding. One of their rules all around was for no one to try to hide.

“Hey! Stop hiding! This is important!”

“Yes, Billie. I just…it all sounds so very nice. I want you to….use me how you like.”

“Well. We can start really simple. Please let me know if any of this is outside your comfort. I’ll put you into trance and give you a re-induction trigger that only works for me for the length of the session, or until you no longer want it from me.”

Todd nodded, smiling.

“That’s a post-hypnotic suggestion. I think it’s smart to use that for the first time. I’ll bring you up our of trance, and then use that trigger again and again to put you in and pull you out of trance.”

“Yes, please.”

“The second one I will put in will be a melt trigger, it will work whether you are frozen or not, you’ll just feel your tension release when I say it, and you’ll feel a pleasant warmth.”

“Oh my that sounds good!”

“Yay! The last thing is I will put in a freeze trigger. You’ll stop all movement when I say it. We’ll play with that a little, I’ll melt you. At any point for any reason you need any of this to stop, it will. All of this will only happen when you feel it is safe and appropriate. Does that make sense? With your consent I will put in that safety suggestion.”

“It makes a lot of sense! May I ask to modify something?”

“Of course Todd! Ask away!”

“I’d prefer to not use the freeze thing, this time. I feel like this will be sexy and fun, I want to ask for nothing overtly sexual yet, I’m still nervous about it.”

“Noted. If it’s okay the only touch will be to catch you if you flop. Anything else?”

“This all sounds pretty rad to me. Thank you Billie.”

“Thanks for asking me! I’m very excited to play with you this way!”

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Convergence (prompt by @undersleeper)

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As they made eye contact, the compulsion to mirror each other became an inevitable convergence.

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Honey by Zany Danger

Huge thanks go to @ellaenchanting for her pledge. Here is your story this month! This came from a prompt from a tumblr user, @liminal-wanderings "... And that's when I felt it kick in..."

CW: F/F, affection, drug play, kissing, hair pulling, people in suits, schmoopy stuff, dinner

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“Honey, I’m home!” Kara said in a sing-song sort of voice as she arrived, a bouquet of flowers in hand, briefcase in the other. Wearing a dark suit and tie combination.

“Hello dear.” Sally kissed Kara on the cheek, making her a blush a bit. “How was your day?”

“Fine, fine. Oh, these are for you.” Kara handed Sally the bouquet full of deep red flowers. 

“So thoughtful!” Sally embraced Kara, and walked her into the kitchen all smiles, her skirts floating around her. “Dinner is almost ready.” 

“What’s on the menu tonight?” 

Sally filled a vase with water and prepped the bouquet and put it in the center of the table. “I’ve made a roast and some potatoes and green beans. Simple.” 

“Sounds yummy.” Kara loosened her tie, and took a long gulp from her glass. 

“Careful now, I made your drink extra special tonight! I may ask you to switch to water, as I may have used too much.”

Kara grinned and put down her drink. “I’ll be careful, but just in case you may want to take this glass somewhere out of reach.”

Kara and Sally had played these drug games often. They both liked the thrill of having little control over when they experienced the effects.

Sally picked up the glass and downed it in one go. “Of course. This should be a fun evening.”

“So naughty!” Kara said reaching over to Sally for an embrace. 

Sally came over and sat on Kara’s lap and gave her little kisses, on her face and neck.

“Mm, yum. Thank you for my surprise.” 

The drug they used had a sort of dreamy, blissful quality, it made everything just a little bit…brighter, and yet etherial at the same time. Each of them had their own experiences of it of course, but it typically made them very focused on each-other’s voices, more aroused, more present, and allowed them to leave the troubles of the day behind them.

And then they felt it kick in…

“I feel this dose even more than usual, Sally.” 

“I told you. I’m glad I drank the rest. Let me take the roast out of the oven.” Sally moved and took the roast out. “God, this smells so good.”

“You smell so good. Get back over here.” Kara said. 

“You are silly.” Sally came back over and straddled Kara’s legs.

“I love you…” Kara wove her fingers into Sally’s hair and pulled slightly as Sally leaned down for a kiss. “…but you are trouble.” 

Sally moaned lightly, loving that sharp yet firm sensation, and then the release of tension that followed. The hair pulling caused Sally, particularly in this state to become more aggressive and she wrapped her hand around Kara’s tie and pulled her in for a kiss. “I love you too.” She managed to shock Kara into losing the grip of her hair and pulled her to her feet. “Make me a plate, Kara. Make yourself one too.” Sally loosened her grip on the tie.

Kara was very flustered and red at this point, took a moment to steady herself, “Yes, my love. Anything for you, my love.”

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Fight To Lose by Zany Danger

This story was written for @amitus-hypno and his letter this month. You too can get stories like this or from your own prompt (each month) by supporting me for $10 a month. If you support me on Patreon you see content earlier than everyone else!

CW: brief dubious consent, rough body play, hypnokink.

Prompt from @convoluted-moonscape:  Pinned, held down, rough body play, resistance, made to submit, eye contact.

Giles could feel himself pressed into the soft carpet, a boot pressing into his chest. He was laying on his back and had previously been struggling. He knew his Sir liked the feeling of taking someone who is struggling and overpowering them in all ways. Giles loved this also. He glanced at the view and stopped fighting for a moment, distracted. He started looking at the boots (that he had recently polished), their long legs extending up to their groin. Leather short shorts so well fitted, they had to have been made for this person. That face and smirk so visible now.

Giles shook himself from this distraction and gently tried to move the boot off of him, his Sir noticed, moved and kicked Giles in the outer thigh, then straddled and sat on his chest.

Sir moved fast, Giles had been conditioned to move slower in these scenes, and perceive his owner as moving very fast. The hypnotic conditioning had been successful in several ways. The other part that was understood, is that if Sir could pin Giles, and make him look into their eyes for 3 seconds, Giles would lose and go into a delicious trance.

Sir pinned Giles arms above his head and used one strong arm to hold them there, the other hand was quickly moving to Gile’s face to hold it in place.

Giles normally was an obedient boi, a good one. Previous to this encounter, it took some discussion for Giles to understand that he was following orders by trying to evade his Sir’s gaze. He struggled and kept trying, but failing. Moaning and grunting and making all sorts of sounds of struggle.

Giles shut his eyes tight, “Please Sir, please? I don’t know how much more I can struggle, I ahh!” Giles kept trying to move his head or arms around, finding them become more stuck in place. He had been flailing his legs and Sir moved their body down, laying on top of Giles.

“Such a good boi, fighting to lose to me.” Sir loosened his hold on Giles' chin, and stroked his face. Giving him little kisses.

Giles’ face relaxed and he opened one eye to see this panther-like animal inches from his face.

“Ah I see, very tricky! Because you only have one eye open... does that mean you’ll be in a half-trance for me in 1, 2, 3!”

Before Giles could close that eye he found himself swooning into trance. The other eye opened dreamily. Giles responded as if he had been programmed to do so, “Mmm, I fight to lose for you, Sir.

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Resilience by Zany Danger

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Translation (word prompt 8/8/18)

Bill looked up at the woman in front of him,  slowly sitting down. He got to his feet as she sat down, as a sign of respect. 

“Good to meet you, I’m Bill Despirt.”

The woman scanned Bill, adjusted her skirt, and crossed her legs at the ankle. She seemed amused. She started speaking in a dialect that Bill couldn’t parse, or identify. This was strange as Bill spoke several different languages. 

“I’m so sorry, may I ask what language you are speaking”

The woman spoke again, looking very confused. 

Bill couldn’t understand. “I’m sorry...I”

The woman interrupted Bill by placing a hand on his arm. “It’s okay, can you hear me now?”

Bill nodded, suddenly captivated. Something about her touch caused him to be speechless. 

The woman smiled. “Good..” she moved her hand away and once again her words seemed like some language unknown to Bill. 

Bill scrunched his face in frustration, both from her not touching him, but also from her words not making sense once more. 

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"Try to Resist." by Zany Danger

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"Try to Resist." by Zany Danger

Sometimes, there is that feeling that you just cannot shake. The pause that one has in their mind or body that keeps them from just moving, taking that next step forward.

Bill always felt this before getting ready for bed. He was a pretty private guy and didn’t go out much.

Most of the time he really enjoyed his independence. Except…right before bed, when he was making the decision to stay in and be alone for the night. He usually just ignored that pause as much as he could but one night, he listened.

That night, Bill made sure he looked good. He wore his best slacks, close to new boxer briefs, and a decent shirt. He had seen a flyer earlier in the week for a hypnosis meet up.

This flyer had a beautiful pattern on it that had captured his eye, and little tear off information slips. The pattern was a bold, black, classic spiral. All the information was in red and very easy to read. The little tabs had a place and a time (in Black) and a little red spiral.

Bill was unsure when he decided to take the tab that he would go at all. It was uncommon for this town to have much that piqued his curiosity. The little slip of paper held a secret though. The ink in the red spiral caused the person to be more turned on, and also made the person more open to trying new things, more adventurous.

Bill had unconsciously been fondling this little scrap of paper in his pocket for the last half hour at work thinking about the event. He could feel his cock stiffening in his pants. (“Is it even real? What does it feel like? Will I do it right? Will I resist?”) Bill took a few moments to compose himself in the bathroom then left his office.

Bill found he meeting place near the back door of this old building. He got goosebumps as he turned the doorknob (little did he know it was drugged also.) This time the drug contained an E type effect that was very close to instantaneous.

There was a circle of chairs with people in red robes sitting in them, a pile of clothing on one side, and an empty couple of seats.

“Hello Bill.” A silky voice said. She had appeared in front of him- her piercing green eyes, deep red hair, and pale, freckled skin. His type, almost as if he had created her.

“How do...”

She interrupted. “Don’t worry. Everything is fine.”

He instantly felt calm. “oh... I”

“Come sit with us, dear.”

“Yes,” Bill said. Despite himself he moved to the pile of various clothing and stripped, walked to the chair, and sat down.

“There is a robe for you, put it on.”

“How?..I…Yes.” The word yes, felt almost as if someone else had taken over his voice. He slipped into the soft fabric, feeling just the soft comfort of it on his body. Bill sank into the chair.

This was not his first time here, something had made him forget- in the last half moment of lucid clarity, Bill understood just how doomed he was and smiled blissfully.