Reset
Matthew sat on the floor, drowning in blood.
“I’m finished…”
“No, you’re not,” Camille replied. “Vessels may decay but your soul keeps on living. Your servitude is eternal even if your memories are not.”
The last thing he saw before fading to oblivion was the 37th husk being brought forth. The witch’s eyes turned black.
I do enjoy my fair share of dark stuff and while body horror isn’t a thing of mine, I find the idea of disposable flesh intriguing when coupled with some mind control. Think about it: perpetual slavery at the hands of a dark witch. Your body is about to die for some reason? Nothing to worry about… she’ll just transfer your essence to a new one, force you to continue serving her. This is some twisted shit I know but on a primeval level, it’s also hot as fuck and you like hot as fuck things, don’t you?
BEG!
“BEG!” Patricia exclaimed.
“I don’t want to…” Adam sobbed.
“Impossible! You want what I want and I want you to beg!”
“But…”
“BEG!”
“Please, Mistress Patricia! Turn me into your mindless bitch! Please destroy my thoughts with your pendant and leave me drooling on the floor!”
Patricia smiled. His training was going better than expected.
I decided to write about something I don’t like today just because it’s a good way to improve my writing. Begging has always been taboo for me. I tried to deal with it in the past but I simply don’t like it so it always puts me in the wrong frame of mind. While that prevents me from enjoying certain situations the way I would like, sometimes I’m able to channel those strange thoughts into some of my creations. This happens here, in the flash fiction, in the longer stories, in the captions…
The Journey Begins…
The lights were dimming, his eyes were closing. Samantha’s pendant had successfully drawn Jack into a state of anticipatory surrender.
“Where… is this going?” he slurred.
“Wherever I want, hubby. You’ll be programmed, conditioned, reshaped. You’ll be what I want you to be.”
His cock hardened at the thought until he had none at all.
A simple impromptu to finish the first month of Year 5 of this challenge. Everything has to start somewhere and once it begins, it only stops if she decides it and I know for a fact she will never stop until she gets what she wants.