So Dark
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Did you turn off all the lights?”
“Of course not. I only turn off minds.” She smirked.
“Then why is it so dark around here?”
“Either someone forgot to pay the electricity bill or…”
“… or what?”
“You’re in trance again.”
He blinked, the hypnotic blindness fading. His clothes are still missing though.
Because I got to finish editing and publishing yet another chapter of Alexandra’s full-length adventures, I had an idea for one more snippet. This one came to me after the sun set and I forgot to turn on the lights in the house. The next thing I knew, it was almost pitch black.
Before you ask, yeah I don’t know what happened to my clothes either.
Muse Talk – Tongue Writing
“Three years?”
“Yep. That’s how long his adventure has been going on.”
“That’s amazing.”
“I know.”
“Is he driven or completely brainwashed?”
“A little bit of both.”
“Be honest. What else does he excel in?”
“He’s quite good at tongue writing, too.”
“Tongue writing?”
“Yep, constantly spelling orgasms for me…”
“… and none for him.”
“Exactly.”
Spell… B-O-U-N-D is three years today and the Muses had something to say about it. I improvised this one on my way back from work, just a little bit of silliness because we all need that in our lives. How are you at tongue writing?
Hole in One
Harris laid on the ground, eyes blank, ass up.
“Don’t move a muscle…” Angie said.
“Yes, Mistress.” He thought for even saying the words out loud would be disrespecting her.
The hypnotized slave waited, waited, waited… and when he was about to crack, the pink golf ball destroyed his ass.
“Hole in one!” She chuckled.
A silly idea that came to me during my lunch break. I thought of doing a time-traveling hypnotist piece today where she interacted with Tiger Woods but the idea didn’t come out quite right. I may revisit it in the future but I decided to stick with the golf motif.
The ball is pink just because… it could have been any other color, really. For the record, not really a fan of golf, not even this variant. How about you?
Eyes Without a Face
Dylan locked himself in the bathroom, lights out. He had run for too long, he could barely breathe.
Circling above him was the voice of doomed pleasure. The succubus was blind, her desires the exact opposite.
Eyes without a face can still see your soul. He would see hers too when his mind finally snapped.
I wrote this one for variety’s sake and because of my love of creepy stuff. The mind control is subtle but it’s there, it was just to create a certain unnerving atmosphere. The whole thing was born out of the sentence “eyes without a face can still see your soul” which came to me quite randomly a few hours ago.
I also wrote another small thing today that mixes light mind-control elements with horror vibes but I’m saving it for another occasion. When I post it, you’ll know what I’m talking about.