I Don’t Care
“I don’t want to do this…” Harold muttered.
“I don’t care.” Sally replied.
“How can you not?”
“You signed a slavery contract.”
“I didn’t know what it was. You drugged me!”
“No, I hypnotized you. Speaking of which…”
She snapped her fingers and ‘Harold’ disappeared. Only the slave remained, eager to suck her boyfriend’s cock.
Sometimes, my stories have sweet ladies, sometimes they have nasty bitches. Today was a good day for the latter. One more impromptu for the list written during my lunch break.
We’re only two weeks away from the end of this year’s challenge. I hope you’ll come back to read the last entries.
Pretty Light
“Excited about the end of The Skywalker Saga?” Helen asked.
“Not really. Rey killed Star Wars for me.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Everything. All-powerful woman? Please!”
“So you don’t like strong, dominant females?”
“Nope. Alpha male all the way, baby.”
“Not when I’m done…” She waved her lightsaber replica. “Please look at the pretty light…”
If everything goes according to planned, I’ll be watching The Rise of Skywalker this weekend and I wanted to write something that touched on it a bit. Sure, I could have waited until after I’ve seen the movie but I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone so I chose a different path.
I should be clear from the start by saying I’m not the greatest Star Wars fan in the world, far from it. I do like the original trilogy above all. The prequels are… okay, but have a lot of wasted potential on account of strange story-lines, poor acting, and overuse of special effects. These last few movies have been somewhat weird in tone, but I still have some fun with them. I certainly don’t mind having Rey as a badass Force user because I love powerful women but some people don’t or are afraid of them (even in fiction) so…
Yeah, I wrote this one to play with those concepts. The thing I love most about Helen is that she has a replica lightsaber. When I was younger, I wanted one, too. I think using one to hypnotize a person for real would be pretty neat. What about you?
That’s Better
“I hate you!” Karl spat.
“For what? Rewiring your mind? Pushing your limits? Making you work harder than ever? For always saying ‘no’ to your false wants and needs?” Valerie asked.
“Yes.”
“That’s what being my slave is, so be honest.”
“I love you and want to worship the ground you walk on.”
“That’s better.”
Let’s talk real for a second. Real submission isn’t just fun and games, and it’s certainly not doing the things you want to do when you want to do them. No, real submission is the opposite of that. To truly serve a woman, you need to be willing to renounce your ego, and accept her authority and control even if that means you’ll “suffer” in the process. That’s the road to self-growth and true devotion.
Is it easy? Hell no! Most of the times, it will be a uphill battle because giving up control that way can be quite a scary experience. It’s also ultimately rewarding when everything falls in place.
This piece is fiction, but it’s also a reflection of true D/s relationships. Hypnosis doesn’t always have to be a part of them, but there’s always some mental rewiring at its core. You know you love it.
Christmas Treat
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Doing anything special this weekend?”
“Perhaps. Thinking of inviting everyone for a special Christmas treat at my place.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask but… why?”
“I have a new candy cane recipe, obviously.”
“Hmmm… does it come with filling?”
“You bet. I’m dreaming of a white Christmas. Coming?”
The General ran away.
Something quick and dirty that that I wrote after being confronted with a wide assortment of Christmas candies today. No, there weren’t canes in the mix and yet they were the first thing that came to mind.
Alexandra is the kind of woman that likes to play with her food, especially when her “food” is a group of mindless subjects eager for some “cream”. What, you didn’t actually think she was talking about real candy canes, did you? If you did, then you’ve been reading the wrong stories.