Others
“Why didn’t you tell me you were such a great writer, Dean?” Saul asked.
“I’m not.”
“Isn’t this yours?” He waved a manuscript.
“Emily’s.”
“Who’s Emily?”
“Alternate personality imprinted by my Domme. There’s also Thomas, a psychiatrist, Jim, the cop, and…”
“… a horny gay called Chase?”
“Now that you mention it… Come here, stud!”
“Fuck!”
It’s the weekend again and that means more time to write and create new stuff. Funny story: depending on my mood, sometimes it feels like some things weren’t created by me. However, they are. Spell… B-O-U-N-D is pretty much a one-person show, courtesy of an almost endless imagination. It decided to play today in the form of this funny impromptu.
First Time for Everything
“Jackie…”
“Yes, Vic?”
“Can we do something different, tonight?”
“Like what?”
“Something involving pocket watches?”
“You want to be hypnotized? I thought you hated that.”
“I did but, hmmm, people change and there’s always a first time for everything, right?”
“Right…”
Too bad it was the hundredth time for her. Memory play never got old.
Another funny take because pocket watches are sexy. Also, I promised a friend of mine today’s piece would be an F/F one and I like to keep my promises whenever possible, so…
When was your first (or one hundredth time) if you remember such things?
Nothing is More Erotic
“I hate you!” Samantha grumbled.
“Why?” Harley asked.
“You said you were an erotic hypnotist…”
“I am.”
“Then why don’t we do something erotic?!!!”
“Sweetie, there’s nothing more erotic to me than seeing you clean the house without complaining.”
“Well… I’m complaining!”
“Were.” Harley snapped her fingers. Resistance was a fraud but the triggers were quite real.
Yesterday, the pic below appeared both on my Instagram and Twitter feed. Thanks to the joys of automated posting, it’s also now on Pinterest as well.
I got two replies so far, the first of which was by HypnoticHarlequin. (Thank you!). The word suggested was fraud and the idea above was the first thing that came to me in which it made sense. What is the most erotic thing to you, huh?
Yes, Mistress
“Hypnotized girls obey. Repeat: I love my Mistress.” Bethany said.
“You love your Mistress,” Susan replied.
“No… It’s ‘I love my Mistress.”
“You love your Mistress.”
“No, damn it! I’m your Mistress, okay?”
“I’m your Mistress.”
“YES! I mean, no!”
“I’m your Mistress.”
“Wait…”
“I’m your Mistress.”
“I… guess…”
“I’m your Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress Susan.”
Two days ago, the pic below appeared both on my Instagram and Twitter feed. Thanks to the joys of automated posting, it’s also now on Pinterest as well.
I got four replies so far, the second of which was by BannableOffence. (Thank you!). The word suggested was love and this funny tidbit came to me. Be careful of repetitions lest you get enslaved, too.