Keeping a Promise
Ralph knocked helplessly on the door.
“Wendy, let me in! It’s cold!”
“Not until you keep your promise!”
“I did! You hypnotized me yesterday!”
“The deal was all December and today, you said ‘no’! Now, it’s my turn!”
“But…”
Silence fell as the blizzard grew stronger. Half an hour later, he agreed to two months.
It’s very cold around here, today. We’ve been dealing with a storm for a few days now and there was even snow in places where it usually doesn’t snow at all. Not where I live, but close by at least. Walking the dogs tonight didn’t feel good at all.
This piece came to me precisely as I was walking them. I saw a man knocking at a door quite strongly. While he wasn’t shouting, it was clear he was mad at something. I continued the walk but, as I did so, ideas started bubbling and the rest, as they say, is History. Yes, this one is a bit cruel but it’s also a dirty fantasy, nothing more. You should always strive to keep your promises in real life though otherwise don’t bother making them at all.
Say My Name
The sorceress shook Bill and said:
“Hold the staff and say my name so my power flows to you.”
“I don’t know your name!”
“Slave.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, hurry!”
“Okay.”
Bill touched the staff, looked at her and said:
“Slave?”
Lightning cracked the Earth as he fell to his knees. He was such a gullible man-child!
Yeah, I watched Shazam! today around lunchtime. I needed a bit of rest after a long week and to give myself a break from writing too despite not being overly fond of superheroes, I decided to check this one out because of its overall humor. It was quite entertaining so, after the fact, I decided to write my own version of it.
Please note that in my take, It’s Bill and not Billy because the character is already an adult, okay? And the name thing is just a ruse because the Sorceress is obviously looking for a new pet. Perhaps she was persuaded by one of the Seven Deadly Sins into doing so (Lust, maybe?), who knows? My take is definitely hotter overall though.
Backseat
Trevor’s backseat gaming was getting obnoxious.
“Go left! No, your other left! No, back! What are you doing? God, why are you so dumb?”
Leanne laid down the controller, grabbed her pocket watch, and said:
“Keep going and you’re the one being played instead.”
Trevor’s eyes lit up as he added: “Nearly there, please continue…”
Back in the days when I was a regular gamer, one of the things I hated the most was when people tried to tell me what to do, give me unsolicited hints, etc. It spoiled the fun of discovery for me. Transfer this sort of mentality to the BDSM world and you’ve got “topping from the bottom” which is equally annoying because, unless you really need some clarification on something, you’re sapping the dominant’s fun. Of course, sometimes you can do it just for fun in a bratty-like attitude that ends up with the Domme winning anyway. Some have patience for that, others not really.
Thinking about all these things, I wrote this one. It’s clear Trevor wants to play but will he re
Christmas Carol
Ebenezer Scrooge cleaned his glasses to take a better look at the leather-clad lady in front of him and asked:
“Which ghost are you?”
“I’m not. I’m a hypnodomme.” She replied.
“What’s that?”
“Someone who will haunt your thoughts for the rest of your life.”
That’s not all she did. He goes by Carol now.
You’re all familiar with Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol, I’m sure. It’s a classic. The tale of grumpy Ebenezer Scrooge discovering the magic of Christmas thanks to the interventions of The Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future has been adapted time and time again to numerous formats (I’m particularly fond of Bill Murray’s 1988 movie Scrooged for instance.) so I decided to write a little fetish variation of it and seeing Carol is not just a type of song but also a (beautiful) woman’s name, well…
If that hypnodomme were to visit you instead, what would you like to see happen?