Her Name
Mistress was kind, Mistress was cruel.
Mistress conditioned slave Jeremy to orgasm every time he heard her name.
Slave Jeremy tried to condition himself to only call her Mistress.
And then Mistress changed his ringtone and called him.
“Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel…” the phone cried out for five minutes straight.
Slave Jeremy is still whimpering.
One of the first pieces of Year 5 of this challenge was about chastity, remember? Well, I decided to go with the opposite this time around as the idea behind it is also hot. Sexual control is hot, period.
I probably mentioned in the past Rachel is one of my favorite names so it felt fitting to name such a deviant woman like this. If you had the chance, would you like to experience such a mind fuck, regardless of the consequences for your poor aching cock? Leave a comment if that’s the case.
The Doll
It was just a doll, a beautiful porcelain doll. It had blonde hair, pink lips, and big, sparkling eyes.
Everyone who saw the doll loved the doll but the doll never loved anyone back.
Eventually, the doll loved Justin and looked at him.
There are two dolls in the house. One is kissing her feet.
The image that I used to feature this post inspired this one but the above version had to be resized to fit the size template. Original pic below.
Shining Mirror
Dennis stared at the shining mirror, unable to look away.
“Enjoying the view?” Anne queried, caressing his hair.
“Why can’t I stop?” He mumbled.
“Because I don’t want you to. You’re easy to condition, my love. Mirror on the wall, who’s the most subservient of all?”
Dennis’ reflection grinned, pulling him deeper under her control.
We haven’t had one of these this year yet, right? Seems like a good day to start then.
Yeah, this piece was inspired by a bizarre dream. I dreamed that someone was triggered to drop into a trance whenever he/she (details are a bit fuzzy on that at the moment) looked at a mirror, each time becoming more and more controlled, unable to resist enslavement.
Cracked
Victor opened the dusty trunk and glanced at the crystal ball within.
“Remember when you used to hypnotize me with this?” He glanced over his shoulder, hoping to see Janet standing there.
The dead silence hit him like a thousand hurricanes. She was gone for good. Everything was cracked.
He closed the trunk and wept.
When you think of the fetish worlds and fetish fiction as a whole, it’s customary to only focus on the kinky aspect, the fantasy beyond reality. However, today I wanted to do something that reflected something more, namely an emotional angle. I didn’t really have anything in mind other than that so I scribbled down some notes and, eventually, this came to be.