Sleepwalking Again
“Why are my feet all dirty?” Carl asked.
“You were sleepwalking again, why else?” Anne retorted.
“And why does my mouth taste like cock?”
“No idea,” she giggled.
“Fuck! Where did I go while I slept?”
“The neighbor’s house.”
“Gross! Please tell me he was sleepwalking too, at least.”
“Not quite.”
He was just hypnotized.
Another piece inspired by a dream. I never walked in my sleep for real but, sometimes, I dream about it and I did just that shortly after going to bed last night. Don’t remember the details at all except the impression of walking out the front door. I know for sure nothing happened but it was still an uncanny feeling.
After waking up, I started going back and forth in my mind trying to piece things together but to no avail and when reality doesn’t cut it, fiction comes into play. No interest in sucking cock whether sleep or awake though I have no qualms writing about it.
Discontinued
The screen flashed in shades of dark red.
“Warning!” the computer said. “Continual exposure to this program will cause the subject’s memory to deteriorate permanently. Discontinue its use now.”
“Hmmm…” Patricia grinned. “I don’t think so. In fact, it’s time to up the settings.”
Helplessly bound, Jeremy screamed as the machine sucked his life away.
Honestly? Not sure. Just felt like going dark today. I sketched this piece while I was riding the bus on my way to work, then I sketched it again during my lunch break. I ended up rewriting the concept multiple times because I was always going over the word limit. It doesn’t happen that often nowadays but still…
Yeah, I wanted to write something harsh, one of those twisted fantasies where the dominant is an evil, calculating bitch. Why? Just because… you already know I like to change tone and settings every now and then. Laughing is good and all but, sometimes, you need something more. The final piece is not as “bad” as others I’ve written in the past but it’s still a wicked combo. Do you like it when fantasies go awry?
Don’t Remember
“Come on, Jade, you promised!”
“Did I?”
“Yes! You said you would let me cum if I cleaned the house today!”
“Don’t remember that, Luke.”
“You said the same thing yesterday!”
“Don’t remember that either.”
“Don’t remember? Have you been using self-hypnosis again?”
“Huh? What’s that?”
“Fuck!”
She laughed. He was so gullible when under.
Even though I’m not personally fond of the idea, I’ve written a fair number of pieces that deal with hypnotic amnesia over the years. In them, the poor subject is played left and right so I started wondering what if the Domme suffered from amnesia as well or at least pretended she did to confuse him even further? That was the basis for this one.
And that’s the gist of it, really. Work week is finally over. Going to get some rest today and get back to the writing saddle tomorrow. Until then.
Nothing at All
Cole shook his head. He was forgetting something but what? Perhaps his girlfriend knew.
“Mara? What happened today? I’m… confused.”
“Nothing important happened today,” she cooed. “Nothing at all.”
“Okay then,” he sighed, conditioning taking over.
As he left the room, she glanced at the jar atop the fireplace. He didn’t need his balls anyway.
Just felt like writing something dark today because there’s no harm in going down those avenues when inspiration hits. No, I have no desire to lose my balls not even in a hypnotic fantasy but I know such ideas have a lot of traction with many people and this challenge wants to be as diverse as possible within the confines of the theme so…
Back to something more lighthearted tomorrow, promise.