Sick
“I feel sick,” Kevin muttered.
“Because you miss me?” Cassandra asked.
“I’m running a fever…”
“For fear of missing me?”
“Fuck! Not everything is about you, Cassandra!”
“Oh, once and I’m done conditioning you, it will be…”
She touched his forehead and felt it burning up. Torturing him with imaginary illnesses was so much fun.
I thought I was feeling better yesterday but today I had to spend most of the day in bed. I wish my sickness were imaginary but sadly…
Anyway, I can still have some fun with some deviant fantasies. Take care.
Woman-made
“Had you ever seen anything like this, Pierre?”
“No, Jean. This is amazing… and quite scary. These cells are actually…”
“… enslaving the others, I know. All people exposed to this virus lose their free will and the worst part is it seems to be man-made.”
“Woman-made, you mean,” Constance grinned before locking the lab’s door.
Very late update because I spent almost ten hours on the ER today. Since the medicine I was taking wasn’t having any noticeable effects, I got checked out by professionals, all sorts of tests performed on me.
The diagnosis is: viral infection. A nasty one, it seems. A small cyst on the back of my neck – one I didn’t even know it was there – was punctured by something and burst. The problem is it burst on the inside, all the nastiness spreading across my bloodstream. I started with flu-like symptoms but this is way worse and I’m on heavy antibiotics at the moment. I didn’t want to spend the night there so I came home to my dogs and I’m going to try to get some sleep as soon as I post this. Won’t be able to go to work tomorrow, much to my chagrin.
Anyway, I came up with this silly thing while I was waiting for the test results to find out what was wrong with me. It was originally written on my cell at around 4 pm. my time. The show must go on.
Never
“Never again!” Jerome exclaimed.
“Never, huh?” Deborah winked.
“You heard me. Never again!”
“But you’ve said that so many times already…”
“I know but I really mean it this time… Never again!”
“Never again what exactly?”
“Never again will I resist being your mindless hypnotized slave boy!”
“Wonderful. Now come lick my feet.”
“Yes, Mistress!”
The following was written in response to an e-mail by an anonymous fan who suggested I did another piece concerning resistance. Seeing resistance is one of my favorite things when it comes to hypnosis and mind control, I wrote this.
Small note, I know, but I don’t feel up to snuff to write more.
The Asset
“Delta Leader, report. Have you secured the asset?”
“This is Delta Leader. The asset is secure.”
“Any signs of having been compromised?”
“Negative. Everything is nor… wait!”
“What’s wrong, Delta Leader?”
“The asset is mumbling: men are submissive to women and… oh my god, he has a hypno-bomb!”
*static*
“Delta Leader, respond! Delta Leader, respond!”
Don’t you just love the idea of “sleeper agents”? People trained and brainwashed to act in a certain way that are completely oblivious of their programming until they’re triggered? I know I do. I also love the idea of trying to rescue someone only to find out they’ve been converted to the unholy cause, although there’s nothing really unholy about being a submissive slave to women, is there?
Now then: do you want to be saved or do you want to convert others? Well, it’s not like you have a choice in the matter, anyway!