New Trigger
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Are you really wearing that to the Presidential Gala tonight?”
“You don’t like my new dress?”
“What dress? You’re naked!”
“Am I really?” She winked.
“Don’t tell me this is one of those ‘Emperor’s New Clothes’ situations…” The veins on his forehead throbbed.
“More like ‘General’s New Trigger’…” The secret agent thought.
After two Horatia pieces, the original Ryder decided to play and this silly thing came to me. Some see dead people, others naked ones. Too bad it’s all in the General’s mind. Would you like to be triggered like this?
Absurd
“Miss Walters, while this institution takes pride in its progressive values…” The Headmaster began.
“Yes?”
“Your thesis about Women’s Superiority is absurd, especially considering the hypnotic language sprinkled throughout.”
“So you noticed…”
“Naturally!”
“Good.” Lowering her skirt to reveal her tight pussy, she asked: “Still think it’s absurd?”
Mouth watering, the Headmaster kneeled before her.
Random impromptu that came to me after thinking about my own college days. No, I’ve never written such as thesis unless you consider this site to be one, in which case… The Headmaster is about to get an A in Enslavement, I think.
No Big Deal
Darren confronted the screen. Only one line left to type. No big de…
A wall of spirals interrupted his thoughts, a reminder of his Mistress’ control over him. One minute passed, then five, then twenty. He blinked. The trance faded. Darren confronted the screen again. Only one thousand lines left to type. No big deal.
One more impromptu. I like typing and enjoy spirals to some extent so… I think some foul play happened there though. Would you have the patience to type a thousand lines for someone, trance or not?
Reborn
The man formerly known as David Masters looked at the mirror in front of him, seeing nothing but sleek metal lines.
“Identify yourself.” The latex-clad woman to his right demanded.
“Unit X, automated sex toy.”
“Purpose?”
“To serve women.”
“Your services are required in room 308. Get to work.”
The robot smiled, his life complete.
Keeping up with the already usual tradition, I spent most of the day writing and editing pieces you’ve yet to see. In between the primary moments of creation, I picked my little black notebook of ideas and found “Unit X” scribbled on the left corner of one of the pages. I don’t know why I wrote it there in the first place or what was its original significance but looking at it, gave me an idea that I was now able to put into writing.
Robotization continues not to be a kink of mine although I suppose total slavery to a hypnotic woman is almost the same as being a robot.