Identity Theft
“ID, please.” The policewoman said.
“Here you go, officer.”
“I see. Sir, you are under arrest.”
“Something wrong?”
“Everything. My records say Alfred Anders escaped his female owner last May. Reprogramming is in order.”
“No! I… Fuck! I stole his identity, okay? Help! Somebody help!”
His screams were muzzled by the taser in his groins.
Identity theft is a serious business and fuck those that ruin other people’s lives on account of it. I know someone who had it happen to her and it was quite the mess through and through. I wrote this one with that in mind, a little bit of cosmic justice with femdom hypnosis and mind control added to the mix. Wouldn’t it be great if all perpetrators were enslaved the same way?
Ten Seconds to Midnight
Victor glanced at the clock. It was almost time. His mother always told him the last seconds to something ran faster, but that wasn’t true. His were slower, a festering collection of all life’s previous bad choices. His future had horns, tail, and eternal mindless servitude. He sighed and waited for the she-devil to collect.
Just a little something that came to me, impromptu-style. I actually started with the title for this one and wrote the first thing I thought fit. Not all people want to be controlled and enslaved but, in the end, they don’t have much of a choice. Think about that if you ever decide to sign a contract with a supernatural entity, okay?
How Deep?
“My fall will be for you…” Andrew muttered, dreamily, as Karen massaged his back.
“As it should.” She purred. “How deep do you want to go tonight?”
“Is there a limit?”
“Only if you want it to be there…”
“I don’t.”
“Gone then.” She snapped her fingers. “Mine today, mine forever.”
“Yours always…” He moaned.
Another Sunday, another day spent mostly writing. It’s been about nine hours now. Not everything will be salvaged but for the most part, will be put to good use in future stories and other content you’ve yet to see.
Two major sources behind this one: one of the longer pieces I’m currently writing focuses on the romantic flavors of femdom mind control so they naturally bled into today’s challenge piece. That was the first. The second is of musical nature as the opening line comes from one of Nightwish’s most famous songs, namely Ghost Love Score. If you’re not familiar with it, you should definitely listen to it. Here, have a video.
Abort
“Liftoff in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6. 5.. Oh, fuck! Abort! Abort launch!”
“Something wrong, Mission Control?” The Commander of the Space Shuttle asked.
“Everything. Liam is asleep at his console… again! Is he still seeing that Hypnodomme?”
“I guess…” The Commander shrugged.
Three more attempts were made that night. They all ended in trance.
Sometimes, a countdown is just a countdown but, other times… just as it says in the intro, this was an impromptu, a silly little thing that came to me out of the blue. I thought it was funny to imagine someone going into trance in the middle of the liftoff, that’s all.
A bit tired as I pushed myself a lot this weekend. About to take a break because the grind starts again, tomorrow.