Couldn’t Get Under
“Your new video sucked,” Jim said over the phone.
“Why?” Claudia asked.
“Too many spirals to focus on. I Couldn’t get under.”
“That’s too bad. I’m at the door, pet. Come open it.”
He did and, just as she expected, he was completely naked.
“Couldn’t get under, huh?” she laughed.
All the passersby were shocked.
Another impromptu, this one “triggered” (see what I did there?) by the image above. I like the fact that it’s not just one spiral but a mesh of them. Check it out in video format below.
Missing Her
Deanna’s voice rang in Billy’s ears.
“Do you miss me?”
“Y-yes…”
“How badly?”
“More than words can say.”
“Not good enough.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said so and what I say goes. Are you mine?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you so sure?”
“Because I’ve been talking to myself the whole day, thinking it’s you.”
“Good boy.”
When you truly miss someone, it’s because you love them. There’s no other explanation. If you didn’t love them, if you didn’t cherish them, if you didn’t want to be there for them, you wouldn’t miss them. Love is love, it doesn’t have to be anything romantic, it’s just love.
Real submissives and slaves love their Mistresses, it’s inevitable. They love them because they’re worthy. It’s a connection that runs deeper than fleeting sensations or seeing them just as mere fetish providers. There’s room for that in just fantasy play but I wanted to explore something deeper in this piece.
In a way, love – whatever form it takes – is a form of brainwashing that binds us to another. It can give you wings, but it can also make you hurt. Missing someone is the way your heart has to let you know you love them deeply.
Ultimatum
The Mad Hypno-Bomber had done it again and this time her plan was unstoppable.
“Your mind or everyone else’s in this stadium, hero. Choose!” She ordered.
The Red Knight kneeled before her. Thirty thousand people or him. The choice was obvious.
He was already too deeply under her control when the other bombs exploded anyway.
I’m still not fond of the whole superhero stuff (perhaps I would be had I grown up reading Marvel or DC comics) but this random idea came to me today. Who doesn’t love a good hypno-bitch from time to time? I know I do and if you were in that stadium, now you do too.
Good Listener
Vanessa peeked into David’s office.
“You’re up early.”
“You told me to be here first thing in the morning.” he shrugged.
“True but I thought you weren’t listening.”
“I listen to everything you say.”
“Prove it then.”
He dropped his pants and started stroking.
Vanessa laughed. A good listener indeed but an even better hypno-slave.
I did have to get up quite early today, not for anything as sexy as this but rather to take one of my dogs to the vet for a routine check-up (everything is fine.) This piece was scribbled in the waiting room. The little black book strikes again.
As for the actual work, it was quite bland. Some good old brainwashing certainly would have helped.