The Creator’s Tale

“Good boy, Amus!” she tells me, her nails running over my forearms. “You’re sitting comfortably, aren’t you?”

“Oh yes, Ma’am!” I chirp back, eager to please.

“The restraints aren’t too loose? I could make them tighter if you like.”

I yank my right arm against the suede leather straps that keep my naked body glued to the reclining chair.

“That might be nice, Ma’am, but if I lose circulation, it won’t help either of us.”

“Mmm…good point.” She runs her index finger under my neck up to my chin, giving me the lightest scratch, knowing that I’m powerless to stop her.

“And the electrodes?” she asks.

“I fixed them to my balls, as you said. You were right, with the conducting fluid smeared on, I can barely even feel them.”

“Don’t worry,” she says, inspecting the pads and wires stuck to my gonads. “We’ll change that soon enough.”

She steps back, and I get a luscious view of her full figure in her pvc nurse’s uniform, unbuttoned to her sternum. Her sandy blond hair frames her cruel, beautiful face. She holds a clipboard, a remote control with a red button and purple dial, and a silver pen that she twirls around delicate fingers.

“Now, let’s begin our little post-mortem review of your contributions this month.”

“Yes, Miss Hypnovember.” I can feel myself growing nervous.

She holds the pen closer to me, the tip glowing with cross-fading LED’s. She swings it back and forth, and my eyes helplessly follow. I've written, like, 28 induction scenes this whole month, so my brain is primed and ready to fall straight into trance for anything that moves. Seriously, I could get zonked out by watching a car’s turn signal at this point.

“You will answer all my questions honestly, you will not try to lie to me, or you will suffer the consequences,” she wiggles the remote control at me. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good,” she puts down the pen. My head is still spinning.

“So, most popular story this month?” She asks.

“According to total number of notes on tumblr, that would be number 4. Mass Trance-it with a whopping 168 interactions. Number 10. Duel cam in second with 53. Granted both had unfair advantages since they were released earlier and had more time to spread around.”

“mm-hmm…mm-hmm…” she hums while taking notes in her clipboard. “And least popular?”

“A dead heat between numbers 7, 9, 15, and 22. Although number 15. Lavadora got the least number of likes of all of them. I guess most people struggle with different languages.”

“Ay, bendito,” she shakes her head, scribbling down more notes. Then she gives me a glance that makes my nerves twitch.

“Now, how would you say you coped with writing a hypno story every day for thirty days?” she asks.

“I handled it like a champ, Ma’am! I woke up every day and hit the laptop with a fresh cup of coffee and a positive attitude.”

She raises her eyebrow at me and presses the red button. A biting, electric charge clenches around my balls, and my whole body spasms against the restraints. She lets go of the button.

“Remember…tell the truth…,” she sweetly chides me.

“It…it was murder! Sheer, bloody murder! I skipped meals at work some days so I could keep on schedule. I kept worrying I was repeating the same ideas again and again. I was so strung out thinking of ideas, I invented a half-woman, half-peacock creature by the end of it!” I sob.

“Aww…there, there…I thought the 26. Peacock Queen was very inventive!” she tells me, lovingly.

“Oh? Yeah? I dunno. I’m not very creative sometimes.”

She scowls and jabs the red button. I cringe as my balls get shocked.

“Nonsense! Now, repeat your self-esteem mantras!” she demands.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am! I-I am a creative person. I have valuable ideas. I am a talented writer.”

She grins at me and hits the purple button. Pain turns to pleasure as the electric current slows down and changes course, flowing through the best parts of my genitals.

“Say it again,” she commands.

“I am a creative person. I have valuable ideas. I—oh!...I am a talented writer.”

She dials up the current, my balls feel like they’re basking in warm bubbles while my cock stands to full attention.

“Again.”

“I am a creative person! I have valuable ideas! I am a talented writer!!” I yelp. Every time I praise myself, she makes it feel so damn good.

The current cools down, and I’m left gasping for breath.

“Ok. Next question.” She carries on, looking back at her clipboard.

“Did you feel that participating in Hypnovember cut into your other non-kinky projects?”

“Uh…no! Not at all. I was able to easily complete all my goals timely and responsibly.”

She circles the red button with her finger. I can almost feel a phantom shock just from watching her.

“Are you sure?” she asks, carefully.

“Aheh…well, I wasn’t quite able to submit my application for the Nobel Prize in Physics, and I had to cancel a concert on my European tour, but other than that…”

She shoots me a look that could crack a diamond.

“Lies detected…” She presses the red button.

It’s like getting kicked in the nards by a donkey.

“Ok! OK! I never cleaned my car and my room is just pile of dirty laundry with a bed and I haven’t mowed the lawn for over two months!!” I shout my confessions.

“Two months?”  She asks, her fingers tapping the red button, each tap like a punch to my balls. “That sounds like a ‘you’ problem. The challenge was only a month long.”

“I’m a hopeless procrastinator, Ma’am!”

“Uh-huh,” she takes her finger off the button. “And what are you going to do now, then?”

I glance at her. She’s fiddling with the edge of her neckline, making her juicy tits wobble.

“I…uh…I’m going to focus and be productive next month.”

She turns the purple dial. Pleasure envelops my cock.

“And…?” she prompts.

“And I’m going to take care of my mental and physical health.”

Another blast of mind-melting pleasure. I let my thighs fall open, my cock pointing at the ceiling.

“And…?” She asks, her smile dazzling. She’s bending over at the waist, letting her tits smoosh against the clipboard. I feel like my cock is a rod of dynamite about to explode.

“And…and…uh…” My mind is blank, and my balls are dancing in pleasure. I don’t know what to say.

“And…” she pulls down the zipper of her smock, letting her tits drop in front of me, her nipples drawing my eyes like tractor beams. “…and you’re going to think of sexy new stories to write. You’ll take requests and commissions. You’ll write the naughtiest, hottest stories you can possibly imagine, all because I say so…right?”

My cock is shooting into another dimension! The electrodes pulsate with unstoppable pleasure, and my dick feels like an alien sex toy taking over my mind.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I will write sexy stories! I will take requests and commissions! I will write the naughtiest, hottest stories I can imagine…b-because you say so!”

Miss Hypnovember doesn’t touch the dial. She keeps it pumping me full of otherworldly pleasure until my mind finally blacks out, all my energy drawn into my raging cock.

“Good, sweetie. Now just enjoy yourself and listen to all of my ideas…”

The Creature’s Tale

(By the way, the new Frankenstein movie was amazing!)

I watch my sweet author drift away in his little trance of arousal. I don’t like to manipulate him like this.

Okay, that’s a filthy lie.

I’m totally fine manipulating him like this, because he made me that way, but I wish he would put more faith in himself, and if I have to brainwash him and give electro-shock therapy to his balls to make him understand that, well, that’s half the fun!

The irony is that he doesn’t always think he’s inventive enough to keep coming up with interesting ideas, so he dreamt me up out of the darkest, steamiest corners of his mind. And trust me, that’s a deep pit to crawl out of. He may not always trust himself to come up with ideas, but he knows I can.

Which is funny when you think about it, because he came up with me just so I could fill him up with ideas.

And that’s exactly what I do! When he’s deep asleep, tossing and turning from the stress of the day, I sit on his pillow and whisper all the sexiest, yummiest ideas I can think of into his horny brain. He wakes up raging horny, and completely obsessed with writing his perverted fantasies before the day ends. It’s been so sweet.

Oh sure, I had to ‘convince’ him to put aside that romance novel he’s working on. And video games and mindless television series?

Pssht! Not during Hypnovember, silly author!

But now, I’ll give him a little rest. He’s earned it, helping me spread my kinky stories across the internet, giving some people something to read, maybe helping more than a few get their rocks off, and maybe even spreading my brand of hypno corruption around the world.

Poor, silly, easily bamboozled author. I couldn’t have done it without you!

Now, get some rest. Treat yourself to someone else’s sexy words for a while, and I will be there, in your dreams, planting and tending my little garden of hypnotic fantasies for Hypnovember 2026.