A Bit of (De)Programming
“How goes the deprogramming of your husband, Tess?”
“Wonderful, Jackie. His violent impulses are gone, he no longer smokes, and his obsessive boot fetish has been taken care, too.”
“That sounds wonderful indeed but I have to ask: what’s with the frilly maid uniform?”
“I just discovered his sissy fantasies.”
“And…?”
“I really like pink.”
The following may surprise you but I honestly don’t know. The fetish portrayed in it is certainly no kink of mine. I just went with the flow, really. This is pretty much an impromptu written on the spot. If you want a maid’s uniform of your own, I’m sure Tess has a spare somewhere, though.
The King Kneels
“Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis has left the building,” the speaker said.
“Nope,” the time-traveling hypnotist grinned inside her hotel suite. She was lonesome that night but not for long. Try as he may, not even “the King” himself could help falling in love. Like a fool, he rushed in and licked her blue suede shoes.
The unnamed time-traveling hypnotist was a regular presence in the first edition of this challenge, long before Spell… B-O-U-N-D. I had lots of fun coming up with many different ways in which she could play with History to fit her Femdom ideals and even though she got what she wanted in the end (create a future world of dominant women and submissive men), I feel like there are still many humorous tales to tell in her journey getting there.
This piece began forming inside my head as I was walking down the street today and heard a few chords of Blue Suede Shoes blaring from a car radio. I thought to myself “Elvis may have left the building but his music lives on” and then kinky stuff happened. Kinky stuff is fun and so was this piece, wasn’t it?
An Illusion
The bracelet on Jebediah’s left wrist had the following message engraved:
“It’s not real.”
The reminder kept him grounded, free from deviant thoughts. Free will was an illusion and dreaming of such a thing the most abhorrent of heresies.
“It’s not real,” he repeated the frenzied mantra before becoming one again with his Goddess’ indoctrination.
Although I love being silly, writing dark fantasies has quite an appeal and if there’s an opportunity to let my literary Mr. Hyde come out, why not take it? The line between fantasy and reality can be quite blurry depending on the intensity of the experiences one feels. Crossing that threshold into complete damnation works in a story because of its visceral magnetism and that’s what I tried to convey with this one.
In a way, this piece runs parallel to the themes presented in my poetic exercise I Will Not Wake Up, but both are just fetish fiction in the end. Hot, steamy fiction. If you like that, you’re definitely in the right place.
Sales Pitch
“What happens if I don the outfit?” Danielle asked.
“You’ll gain power beyond compare,” The Master Tailor replied.
“Can I turn men into mind-controlled sex slaves?”
“Hmmm, yes?” the alien replied, taken aback by her directness.
“Word of advice: start with that sales pitch next time,” she grinned.
He couldn’t. He was a man, too.
A while back, I wrote a story entitled Special Number 3 where an ordinary girl becomes a kinky super-heroine after being given an outfit of extraterrestrial origin. This one is a humorous take set in that universe although it has no direct correlation to the original tale. Not yet, at least.