He Wants Candy?
“This candy tastes funny,” Sam noted, lips smeared with white.
“Interesting…” Claire remarked.
“Where did you get this, anyway?”
“You gave it to me, remember? The box at least. I supplied the chocolate and you… the filling.”
“Oh…” he said, disgusted, but it was already too late.
She snapped her fingers and ordered a refill.
The Holiday Season is upon us. One of the things typical of it all is chocolate, candies, and whatnot. Commercials are in abundance promoting such delicacies. Around here, that’s no exception. This piece came to me after watching one such commercial. Although I can be a bit of a glutton, I don’t want what he’s eating, okay?
What’s in… a Couple of Names?
“I agree completely, Jackie.”
“Jane.”
“Of course. Forgive me, Janice.”
“Jane! Geez, Paul… those hypnosis sessions must be really doing a number on you if you keep mixing up names like that.”
“Perhaps, but I never forget her name. Nor mine.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Her name is Mistress and my name is Slave, Jules.”
Jane sighed.
Today’s entry may or may not have been inspired by a friend of mine. She has this rather quirky tendency to confuse people’s names all the time. In fact, getting your name mixed up by her is part of the core experience of being her friend. I find it funny and rather endearing even if I keep “poking” her because of it.
Names are, of course, very important. A name, even though we can change it, gives us a sense of identity. Without one, it’s as if we don’t really exist. Playing with names and identity as a whole is one of the things one can do when there are hypnosis and mindfuckery involved, but some things are constant even in such situations.
The title borrows from Shakespeare but only for the fun of it.
Christmas Wish
“What are you doing, Jeff?”
“Writing a letter to Santa, Mike.”
“You’re thirty-seven, dude!”
“I know but can’t I wish for something this Christmas?”
“Of course you can, sorry. So what are you asking him?”
“A hypnotic dominant woman to serve for all eternity.”
“That’s…”
“Too much?”
“Just perfect. Can I sign my name, too?”
Last year, I wrote several pieces about The Holiday Season. I know I’ll do the same this year as well. Here is one, something simple but heartfelt. It’s for everyone out there who are waiting to find their match. It would be quite the wonderful gift, wouldn’t it? I hope all your wishes come true sooner or later. Until then, keep dreaming and have fun.
Need
Brandon struggled against the chair’s restraints.
“Let me go, I need to write!”
“Do you really?” Deirdre sniggered. “Wouldn’t you rather be brainwashed for real instead of just writing about it? I can make you mindlessly obedient, wanting only what I want, craving only to please… what do you say?”
“What’s taking you so long?”
Today’s piece is, once again, meant to be funny. It’s also somewhat self-referential given I write one of these every day. It was inspired by a comment made on the Inraptured community by a member known as Count Cockula. It would be a bummer if I skipped a day because this is a daily challenge but, under special circumstances…