Summer Rain
Charles looked through the window.
“Summer is here and yet it’s raining,” he muttered.
“Things will get hot, nonetheless,” Amanda insinuated herself against him, a pendant dangling between her breasts.
“Is that new? Are you going to hypnotize me with that right now?”
“I already did,” she smiled as the warm sun kissed her lips.
The calendar up on the wall says Summer has arrived but it’s actually raining around here and that seemed like a good pretext for today’s piece which, once again, plays with perception.
When you’re in trance, if you’re willing, you can be made to see and feel things that aren’t really happening, blurring the line between fantasy and reality in exciting new ways. Within a Power Exchange relationship, this becomes even more intense with the dominant partner effectively controlling the submissive one beyond physical stimulation.
I envisioned this piece as a loving D/s relationship blooming. The way I see it, Amanda isn’t his Mistress yet but she already has a special place in his mind to the point where she can turn sun into rain and vice-versa. I don’t know about you, but such a simple gesture is exceedingly erotic to me. Let’s enjoy the Summer, shall we?
Salvation?
The vampire reached for Darren’s jugular.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“You said you wanted to be saved…” She replied.
“And this is salvation?”
“Not really. More like an eternal condemnation to mindless servitude to me but you won’t mind…” she smirked.
“I already don’t…” he acquiesced.
Fresh, sweet blood dripped onto the floor.
Are vampires sexy? Despite being terrifying demons, they’re often described as sexy, alluring, completely irresistible. This holds true for both male and female vampires but have you noticed how in movies and TV shows, the female ones are always drop dead gorgeous? If becoming a vampire means becoming like them, well, that’s incredibly attractive in its own right, isn’t it?
One common theme about vampire stories is the idea of “salvation”. Sometimes, the human protagonists want to become a vampire in order to be delivered from the unappealing life they live. The vampires themselves often invoke the word “salvation” when promising eternal life but vampires created by other vampires become their thralls, do they not? Sure, you’re undead, glamorous and whatnot, but you’re also a slave. Salvation should actually be called “salvation” (Heh, I just made up a word, I guess).
For this piece, I wanted to state things as they are. The mind control is implicit given the very nature of vampires after all but notice how she doesn’t deceive him, instead stating exactly what will happen if she goes forth. Could he have said no? Probably not because he’s already mindfucked but at least the last thing he heard before joining the ranks of the undead was not a lie.
Now then, shall I introduce Her to you? Do you want to go next?
Injection
Nathan felt the sting in his belly.
“I’m starting to get tired of these shots,” he muttered.
“They’re for your own good,” Hannah remarked.
“Are you sure one of the side effects is increased submissiveness?”
“Positive,” she lied with a wink.
Broken leg, broken mind, perfectly eager tongue. She loved having him as a patient.
This piece was inspired by true events. Kind of. If you recall correctly, I told you my mother broke her left fibula last Sunday, right before my birthday. She’ll be out of commission for about two months and she’s been staying with me ever since the accident due to her reduced mobility.
One of the drugs she was prescribed is called Enoxaparin sodium. it’s a blood thinner used to prevent deep vein thrombosis. She has to take daily shots in order to avoid serious health problems while her leg is constricted. They’re these little syringes that need to be given on the belly so that’s where the inspiration came from.
No, as far as I know, increased submissiveness is not an actual side effect but it would be interesting if it were. Naturally, I had to reverse the roles because women rule in Spell… B-O-U-N-D and you wouldn’t want it any other way, would you?
Fire Works
The music kept getting louder and the sky was ablaze. Jake was pissed.
“Will the party never end?”
“Just relax and focus on something else,” Lisa cooed. “Focus on me, my needs, my will.”
“And how do I do that?” he mumbled.
“Fire works,” she brought in a candle. Her honeyed voice did the rest.
Another piece inspired by true events. Kind of. Yesterday, was the longest night of the year around here, courtesy of a special holiday celebration that makes people go wild at every possible opportunity. Although I live far away the downtown and the historical zone where most of the action takes place, my neighbors always throw a party. There’s (bad) music galore, lots of cheering, fireworks exploding left and right. My dogs get scared easily, I have a lot of trouble sleeping. I barely shut eye last night.
So, yes, think of the party going on in this piece as a fictional representation of what happened yesterday. The night didn’t end for me as it did for Jake, but it sure would have been nice if that were the case. Candles are nice, aren’t they? As for the pun, fire works when there’s fireworks everywhere. This daily challenge shall continue tomorrow.