August 2016

Bethany’s First Million

“… and now you’ll awaken, believing you’re 16 again, to enjoy this retreat without worries,” Bethany declared.
*SNAP*
Effortlessly, the twelve businessmen regressed as commanded. One might think that giving them teenager mindsets would prove disastrous but, in truth, their increased libido would make further reprogramming a cinch. Wallets would fly and she could hardly wait…

Another piece written with Milo in mind. I blame the fact he asks me to read his FinDomme stories, okay? It’s really not my thing but hey, another shortie, so I can’t really complain.


Summer Rain

Breathe

Breathe… the Summer air, the drifting waves, a hint of salt on wet hair…
Breathe… the closing distance, the perfume of her sex, freshly painted toes close to your lips…
Breathe, inhale, absorb… accept the growing lust, swear your allegiance. Every breath is a trigger, every trigger your salvation. Just close your eyes and… breathe…

Another quasi-poetic experiment. I enjoy it for what it is, nothing more.


Imitation

HypnoMistress Hannah’s apartment, 4 pm

“Yes, Mistress, I will obey.”

7 pm

“Yes, Mistress, I will obey.”

10 pm

“Yes, Mistress, I will obey.”

1 am

“Yes, Mistress, I will obey.”

3 am

“Yes, Mistress, I will obey.”

“Fuck!” she thought. “The slave that bought me that parrot is in for a world of trouble!”

One of the silliest pieces you’ll find throughout this challenge, but I had so much fun with the concept. If you can read it without laughing, all hope is lost for you.


The Lovely Seat

“How does this chair work again?” Jamie asked.
“Just choose the setting,” Stacy began. “One provides a simple, relaxing massage; Two releases sweet chemicals for a feeling of euphoria; Three activates the hidden speakers, implanting suggestions of mindless obedience; Four…”
She never finished her explanation. Jamie was already sitting down, knobs turned up to eleven.

Should you wish to buy one of these, I’m now taking orders so please send an e-mail to… just kidding, obviously. This one was inspired by an ad to a chair I saw on TV. I’m pretty sure the model they were selling didn’t have all of these settings though.


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