Intelligent Life
The Minorian scout approached the throne room, head low, purple tail between his legs.
“Report!” The Empress demanded.
“We’ve finished our analysis of the planet and discovered that the human females dominate the males via constant hypnosis and forced brainwashing sessions.”
“So there’s intelligent life on Earth after all,” she concluded. “Cancel the destruction sequence!”
The sci-fi lover in me decided to come out and play once more. Often, we see extraterrestrial beings wanting to invade our planet or destroy it for whatever reason fits the plot. Well, I thought it would be funny for such a plan of destruction to be averted by femdom hypnosis and mind control and so this idea was born.
The first line I wrote was actually the last one as it sometimes happens when it comes to these. Then, I built the rest of the story line around it. I think it makes for a good pun, and I can only hope you agree as well.
Your Own Vampire
Jake glanced at the mirror, bloodshot eyes, thoughts in disarray. He only saw his reflection but knew she was there.
“You’re just going to sit there?” he spat.
“Why should I move a muscle when you’re doing a wonderful job draining yourself for me?”
Jake withered away and then the vampire came for the kill.
This was a different kind of story, leaning more on the horror side of things. One can kill himself/herself by feeling things intensely, by thinking about things ad nauseam, by worrying too much about situations and people, whether real or imagined, and not stopping to catch a breath once in a while.
As someone who feels very strong emotions from time to time, I certainly understand what it’s like. I know empathy but I also know despair and decided to approach the subject in a metaphorical way. The vampire in this story controls Jake because he does a poor job at controlling himself. By not putting a leash on whatever it’s plaguing him, he effectively opens up for unwanted things until there’s nothing left.
For some, this is an extreme fantasy when it comes to erotica as well. One must always be observant of extremes though for even good things can become bad and destructive when overplayed. Don’t let your thoughts consume you. Don’t be your own vampire.
Seven Kisses
“You slept like a baby last night…” Amber said.
“Yes. I needed to reboot my brain,” Paul replied.
“Did you have pleasant dreams?”
“Yes. I dreamed you kissed me seven times into submission.”
“Seven, huh? Well, here’s one.”
He trembled.
“Two.”
His eyes rolled.
“Do I need to continue?”
He whimpered and kneeled before her.
Unlike what happened in this tale, I didn’t sleep very well last night. In fact, I haven’t been sleeping very well for the past four nights. When Summer hits and the heat becomes more intense around here, I tend to wake up a couple of times per night. In the past, it was way worse but it still happens on occasions. Not pleasant but things are what they are. I don’t like the cold of Winter but I love sleeping for eight hours straight during those times.
Anyway, during one of the brief spells where I was actually asleep, I had a dream that involved seven kisses. Don’t ask me for the exact details of the dream because I don’t remember them but “seven kisses” definitely stood out and I woke up with the taste of one on my lips. It was sweet, I liked it.
Given the lingering impression of said dream, I wrote this one to serve as a reminder. the idea of kisses as hypnotic triggers is something I enjoy as a fantasy quite a bit so…
I wish you all pleasant dreams when you go to bed tonight, whether they involve kissing or not. This challenge will continue tomorrow.
At the Beach
The sun was warm, a wonderful, soothing, balm.
“Thank you for suggesting this escapade, Mistress,” Jackson muttered, rubbing her feet.
“You’re welcome. Even your mind needs a break.”
“What I don’t get is why I’m still wearing my cage,” he noted.
“What cage?” She waved her hand.
Jackson looked down, saw nothing, and smiled, sheepishly.
Yet another piece partially inspired by true events. In order to unwind down a bit, I spent some time at the beach, today, enjoying the sun, watching the waves crash against the shore. When I was younger, I wrote many of my first forays into the realm of fiction in similar situations, the ink dripping from my fingers. Today, I emulated those moments, writing everything I wanted to write with my bare hands instead of relying on the keyboard even though I’m doing that just now. It felt good.
Okay, off to the true events part. A few meters to my right, there was this young couple, they too soaking in on the sun. I watched as he gently rubbed her feet to get some of the sand out and then averted my gaze when one of her hands appeared to move to a certain part of his anatomy in a gentle tease. Sometimes, when I see certain things, I picture my very own scenarios regarding them and that’s exactly what I did concerning this one. I chose something light and somewhat funny, another gentle perception twist. I can still see him, rubbing her feet right now and I hope he keeps on doing that for a very long time.
Beach time is over.