Out in the Open
Devon gently sucked his wife’s breasts.
“Honey?”
“What is it?” Theresa cooed.
“No more covert hypnosis, please. I want to worship you out in the open.”
“More open than this?” She turned his head to face the shocked bystanders at the train station.
He smiled, wiped the milk off his entranced chin, and continued sucking.
A woman breastfeeding was at the core of this one. She was sitting next to me on the bus, as happy as she could be. Some people were staring as if it were something unnatural to do. I guess they weren’t breastfed enough when they were children.
Anyway, it’s not just babies that like to be breastfed. Some grown-ups enjoy it, too, and some Dommes love doing it to those they dominate as well. I combined all of that in this one, with a little bit of public play in the mix. Kinky as fuck? Most definitely. Guilty as charged? Most definitely, too.
Your Cock
“Damian, we need to talk about your cock.” Elizabeth said.
“What’s that?”
“That disgusting thing you have between your legs always dangling around like a dead fish.”
“I don’t understand…” He shrugged. “There’s nothing here.”
“You really can’t see a thing?”
“How can I see what doesn’t exist? Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s perfect…” she grinned.
Just an impromptu that came to me during my lunch break. Things aren’t always what they seem especially when someone else gets to play inside your mind and change things at will. Something tells me Damian will be better off with this world view though. Do you agree?
Greatest Wish
“Can you really grant me my greatest wish?” Francis asked.
“It’s what I do. Sign!” The she-devil handed him a parchment.
“It’s blank.”
“Sign! Your wish will be revealed. Trust me.”
He did. The words “Slave Contract” infiltrated his brain.
“I don’t want this!” He spat.
“You do now…” Her leathery wings fell over him.
You know I like supernatural stuff. That includes all sorts of devilish creatures, preferably of the female kind. Dark Goddesses are fun and, just like the good ones, they always win… at least in here they do. What you wish for isn’t always what you want but you can be taught to want and crave things with a little bit of training or in this case, a bit of unnatural persuasion.
Above That
The black stiletto dangled from Jenny’s left foot.
“Entranced already, big brother? I thought you were above that, big brother…” She whispered. “Of course, you only think what I want you to think and I like it when you don’t think at all. Back to work!”
He rushed to suck her heel and went deeper.
High heels are sexy. They just are. The ideas of “female dominance” and “high heels” also tend to go hand in hand. Do women need to wear high heels in order to be dominant? Absolutely not. Real dominance is not about clothes or footwear, it’s something that comes from within. When in fantasy realms though, yes high heels can be a synonym of dominance and being hypnotized by a dangling shoe, well… let’s just say “yum”.
Yes, I do prefer boots over shoes in general but…
Anyway, this piece was inspired by my love of sexy footwear. Women deserve to be worshiped, you know they do and if they want to do it while wearing shoes or not wearing anything at all, then they are. A bit of mind control just makes things a little hotter, don’t you agree?