Animal Rescue
“Resistance is useless. Just relax, stop struggling, and do as I say,” Johanna whispered.
The puppy squirmed a bit but, as she kept on lulling him, finally gave in to her warm touch. Behind her, glassy-eyed passersby sighed, eager for the same fate.
She giggled. One pet rescued, a dozen more about to be trapped.
Today’s piece is about accidental enslavement. Or maybe not. Partly inspired by a true story, as I saw a woman rescue a dog from a pipe. The little fellow was unharmed, which filled me with great joy. I would have adopted him on the spot, but I already have two and my lifestyle doesn’t really allow me the extra responsibility. Until tomorrow.
Roller Coaster
“I think, therefore I am?” Jason muttered.
“Why do you ask?” Amanda smiled.
“Just wondering if the maxim still holds true.”
“And…?”
“More like ‘you think, and I go for the ride”, nowadays.
“Trance’s a roller coaster, dear.”
“Am I going up or down, now?”
She removed her satin panties, and he got his answer.
A bit of philosophy, a bit of innuendo, a bit of sexiness. Not really much more I can say about this one, so I won’t. I hope you liked it, nonetheless.
C.S.E. – Crime Scene Enslavement
The technician first noticed the evenly spaced blood drops. He followed them to a wall splatter beside a mirror. Its reflection resembled a spiral. A speck of light bounced from it into a nearby picture frame where he met her eyes and… He was last seen exiting the building, leashed by a woman in blue.
A trip to the world of televised fiction. I didn’t watch all of C.S.I. (I missed the earlier seasons) but I enjoyed what I saw for the most part. If the show was still on, and I had the opportunity to write an episode for it, I’d go for a script based on something like this. Enjoy.
Nightmare Programming
“Hello, I’m Trent, hypnoslave…”
“Hi, Trent,” a choir of voices was heard in reply.
“… and I’m running away from my Mistress,” he continued.
The voices were outraged.
“What? How could you? Repent! Repent! REPENT!”
Trent woke up, drenched in sweat. Running away? What a nightmare!
“Never, Mistress.” He muttered.
Standing by the door, she smirked.
Through associations and various forms of imagery, dream/nightmare control equals mind control. Kind of a weird experiment, but I like it. I can only hope you did, too.