Look at Her
“Look at her!” Clarice hissed.
“No!” Paul exclaimed.
“I said… Look. At. Her!” She pulled his hair.
He did. His girlfriends’s eyes, once crystalline blue, now floated in a red pool of corruption from which there was no escape.
“I own her and she will own you!” Clarice laughed.
Paul lowered his gaze and sobbed.
Impromptu dark fantasy. Just felt like writing something evil, that’s all. I decided to take today’s afternoon to myself to unwind so this is where this post ends.
Back
“Sam, I’m back!”
“What do you want, Francine?”
“I told you, I’m back!”
“No, you’re not. Not after what you did.”
“It was just hypno-play… don’t be so dramatic.”
“I spent years getting rid of all your triggers. Leave!”
“All triggers?”
“Yes.”
“Including the ones you don’t remember?” She smirked.
“Fuck!”
She was definitely back.
Oh look, another impromptu and yet another deviant fantasy because I know how much you like those so aren’t you glad I deliver? I know you are.
Have you ever had hypno-play with your partners in the past? If you have, good for you. If not, are you sure?
My Favorite
Helen’s jaw dropped when she saw the countless packages at her sister’s doorstep.
“What are these?” She asked.
“Gifts from my mesmerized toys…” Paula replied.
“How many do you have under your spell?”
“I don’t know. This one is my favorite though.”
Paula threw her a package. Helen saw her name in it and fainted.
Christmas is almost around the corner, huh? Time sure flies. I hope you already got started on your shopping.
I’m going to be honest, I haven’t. The older I get, the less Christmas-y I feel so… Besides, I don’t feel like one should wait for a particular day on the year to offer gifts to our loved ones.
Speaking of them, you better include your Domme on the list, you hear? You can do it even if you don’t remember you have a Domme just like Helen above.
Another Meal
Lucas confronted the double cheeseburger waiting for him at the table. It was his favorite and yet…
“What’s the matter?” Tracy smiled.
“I can’t eat this…” he mumbled.
“Why not?”
“You don’t want me to.”
“Exactly. Now do you believe in post-hypnotic suggestions?”
“Yes.”
“Good because I have another meal planned…” she parted her legs.
I already told you that real mind control starts small, haven’t I? This is another take on the subject. Before you ask, yes I do happen to love cheeseburgers (they’re not my favorite though) but tastes can change, especially if there’s a female whisper behind that change.
Anyway, serving a woman is better than eating greasy food so do more of the former and less of the latter. That’s an order.