Again and Again
“Come again?”
“Stop saying that, Di!” Mark shuddered.
“Come again?”
“Please stop!” he begged once more.
“Why? It’s not my fault you’re still susceptible to a post-hypnotic suggestion from a decade ago!”
“Come again? You planted that one, yesterday!”
“Made you say it…” she winked as the stain in his pants grew bigger and bigger.
A little humorous exercise about a very specific type of hypnotic play. The idea began forming in my mind after someone failed to understand something I said and asked “Come again?” twice in a row. I already told you my inspiration works in strange ways, didn’t I? Well, this is yet another example of it.
Suck It
“So I couldn’t beat your game, huh?” Harrison gloated. “Well, I just did, Pat… Suck it!”
“I’ll leave that to you… Enjoy the credits!” She grinned.
He looked at the TV, now filled with kaleidoscopic reflections and images of strap-ons flashing in quick succession, and froze.
He would suck big time from that day forward.
It’s the weekend, and all sorts of dirty thoughts are crossing my mind right now. Dirty thoughts often get turned into stories and this was the first one that came to mind. No point in trying to explain it in greater detail because I simply sat down and wrote it. The only thing truly curious about it all is that I hit the word limit on the first try. That rarely happens (sometimes, I have to trim things and, on rare occasions, add a word or two to the first draft, but not this time though). Enjoy your weekend.
The Exam
“Shit!” Peter exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?” Wanda asked.
“My Human Anatomy exam is tomorrow and I still haven’t studied for it!”
“Listen to one of my relaxation mp3s and you’ll be sure to learn it all, quickly.”
“Really?”
“Definitely,” she nodded, headphones in hand.
He aced all of her practical lessons on his hands and knees.
Did you study hard at school? Or college? Did you like to cram the night before something important was about to go down? Not me. I knew for a fact that if the knowledge wasn’t consolidated in advance, trying to rush things instead of relaxing and having some fun before the stress kicked in, would never work out. It’s been ages since those days but I found myself thinking about them for no particular reason, and that’s as good as an excuse to write my daily piece. Now, one may argue there’s nothing explicit going on when it comes to mind-control scenarios (and that it’s true), but the implicit nature of it all is certainly there. Ready to ace it?
He Who Protests…
“I’m not wearing THAT, Tess!” Walter yelled, outraged.
“What happened to ‘I’m your slave and I’ll do anything you want’, huh?” She tapped her foot.
“I’m sorry but that’s so… humiliating.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet…” she snapped her fingers.
Between all the naked pictures and the pink tuxedo, the latter would have been better.
Just like yesterday, a piece where things are more implied than explicitly shown but, given the themes I work with, it’s easy to infer why things happened the way they did. It’s meant to be humorous but my sense of humor is a bit strange so I never know for sure if others will find it amusing or not. When it comes to my own personal views on the subject matter, a pink tuxedo will always be a hard limit though