Sweet Addiction
The cough syrup was surprisingly sweet.
“I could get used to this…” Emily said
“You will,” Francine retorted.
“Meaning…?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
“Bullshit! Are you trying to get me addicted to you again?”
“Perhaps…”
“Okay, what did you put in it?”
Francine flashed her pussy. Emily licked her lips and had another spoonful of syrup.
If you’ve been keeping up with the challenge, then you know late last year, my oldest dog was very sick with viral pneumonia. Before the diagnosis though she was on cough syrup for a few days. I don’t know about you, but I’ve always enjoyed syrups and this one was really sweet. It helped her breathe better for a bit but if it weren’t for the days at the hospital, she wouldn’t be here today.
Anyway, there’s still some syrup in the house. I saw the vial on a shelf today and had the idea for this one. If you ever wondered where the sweetness of some things comes from, perhaps this is the answer.
Cold Fingers
Timothy whimpered. Every time he touched his cock, his fingers got a little colder.
“Fuck, this hurts!” He banged his head against the door of his bedroom. “Make it stop!”
“If your mind wanted to, it would have stopped already. Embrace chastity, boy,” Darla said.
“No!” he foolishly growled, resistance betraying him. The pain intensified.
The last couple of days have been quite cold around here and, as some of you know, I tend to suffer from chilblains during the Winter. Well, they’re already here, mostly on my dominant hand – the left one. Fingers are a bit swollen and itchy which is never a good thing when you spend so much time working with keyboards like I do.
Anyhow, because of their unwanted presence, I thought of ways to use something similar as a hypnotic punishment and this is what my mind created for the day. It’s a bit cruel, I’ll give you that, and I hope I don’t give any sadistic hypnodomme ideas with this one. If I do and you’re on the receiving end of them, please accept my apologies in advance.
A+
Professor Lawson proudly handed the test results. Miranda’s had been the most surprising.
“A+,” he said. “Congratulations, Miss Wilkins. It seems you’re finally taking your Math seriously.”
“Actually, no,” she shrugged, unbuttoning her satin blouse. “I just got better at hypnotizing the teachers. Same grade next time?”
He nodded mindlessly and returned to his desk.
It’s been another cold day and my hands are pretty messed up. It was a tiring day also, one where I didn’t feel up to snuff to write my random ideas during my lunch break. So when did I write this? Just now. It was a random impromptu to keep the challenge going. Gone are the days when I used to grade tests and papers but not once did I ever hand out the top grade. I’m also pretty sure no student ever tried to hypnotize me with her boobs and I think it wouldn’t have worked even if she tried, but I guess we’ll never know.
What about you? Would you be susceptible to something like this and would you love it if it indeed happened? I’m pretty sure I already know the answers to those questions. Correct me if I’m wrong in the comments if you wish.
Jealous?
Trevor watched as Duncan licked his Mistress’ ass and asked,
“Why don’t you ever trigger me like that?”
“Everyone has his place,” Danielle replied. “Jealous?”
“No,” he lied.
“Good because the last slave that was ended up as a garden gnome,” she pointed outside.
Trevor glanced at the man freezing there and never complained again.
Another late impromptu not because I had a rough day today (much to the contrary), but because I gave myself some time for respite and I’m only now updating the site. The week was long, I needed to clear my head a bit and after I got my rest, I definitely feel more at ease now.
Anyway, I improvised this one just now although I’m not really sure why it came out the way it did. I’m not even fond of garden gnomes. On second thought, maybe that’s why this would be a terrible punishment.