Lucky Dinner
Paul shrieked when he counted the number of people Willa had invited to dinner that night. Adding the two of them, the grand total was…
“Thirteen? On a Friday the 13th? Are you insane?”
“Don’t worry, dear,” she said.
“Why not?”
“Because they’re not real people… just hypnoslaves like you.”
Paul drooled, all superstitions forgotten.
It’s Friday the 13th again and I usually write a story about the date so I did it again. This is the only Friday the 13th of 2021 (and there will only be one in 2022 too) for this date only occurs in months that start on a Sunday. The next one will be on May 2022 so expect something then as well.
Anyway, for a certain sect of Christianity, having 13 people at a table is unlucky because that’s exactly what happened in the Last Supper when Judas betrayed Christ. This was a superstition I hadn’t tackled yet so I decided to go for it. Naturally, Willa’s words are just for the story. Hypnoslaves are people but having so many gathered in the same place may result in explosive scenarios. I’ll let you imagine what she did to them during and after dinner.
Nothing Better
Walter yawned. Vacations were great! It was a chance to recover and make love to his wife more often.
The alarm clock rang. Mechanically, he descended to the living room. He had to clean the house, mow the lawn, do the dishes…
Melanie smiled in bed. There was nothing better than a perfectly conditioned servant.
I’m on vacation from my day job until the end of the month. It will be a good opportunity to get some additional rest. I’ll also be getting my COVID shot next week so, in the event of possible side effects, I won’t have to worry about the possibility of skipping work.
This little impromptu was a fun deviation because a hypnoslave’s work is never done even if he (or she) doesn’t remember it.
Addicted
Tim stared helplessly at Jenna’s wiggling toes. He needed to taste them.
“Please… more!”
“Are you sure? You’re already so addicted to me.”
“Please, Goddess! I’ll do anything.”
“Including wearing my clothes?”
“Yes.”
“And sucking my bull’s cock whenever I want?”
“Yes!”
“Good boy!” She giggled. Another slave conditioned and the week was only beginning.
Spent most of my first day of vacation resting and relaxing as much as possible. There are a few things I wish to do now that I have a bit more time to myself but not today.
This piece was a dirty impromptu that came to me just now. Neither of the themes present in the little tale are things are appeal to me but I know many of my readers like them so…
Night Terrors
James woke up at 3 am, covered in sweat, and staring at his wife’s true form.
“What are you?” He screamed, seeing nothing but purple tentacles where her eyes used to be.
“Your owner,” she hissed.
Something gooey slid down his mouth, restoring the shattered illusion. Just a dream, nothing more… until the following night…
Have you ever experienced night terrors? I haven’t though I know people who had to deal with them for a portion of their lives so I understand how stressful they can be. However, I’ve had vivid dreams somewhat similar to them when I was a child, one of which involved a skeleton next to my bed…
Anyway, I had some bizarre dreams last night and I’m pretty sure one of them had a tentacled monster, too. Sadly, I can’t remember exactly what I dreamed of other than this impression so I decided to write something about it to see if something lit up in my brain. It didn’t, but that’s okay. This little horror piece lives on.