The Burning
“You’re burning up,” Angela said, imaginary thermometer in hand. “106 and rising, but it’s so easy to make it all go away… Just say the words, dear,”
“Okay, you win. I submit! I submit!” Matthew screamed.
“Good boy,” she cooed, tapping his forehead. The fever disappeared immediately alongside the last shreds of his free will.
I remember I was really running a temperature this day, but the stories had to go on, so I took advantage of my sickness and wrote this.
Bound
He squirmed in bed, watching the minutes go by in slow motion as the echo of her suggestion bounced repeatedly inside his mind.
“Never without permission,” stated her seductive voice, the only law he couldn’t break.
Obedience is pleasure, even if pleasure is agony. Bound by both, he continued to writhe, completely under her control.
Another take on hypnotic chastity, this time with a nastier overtone, nothing more.
A Bunny’s World
The Easter Bunny hopped around the garden, laying colorful eggs everywhere, never stopping to think about the logical impossibilities of it all. That’s one of the advantages of being a bunny: no worries about senseless human considerations or so she had told him in his sleep.
Lazily reclining, Mistress watched her pet’s performance and smiled.
Everybody loves the Easter Bunny and so this idea came to me. I think it’s quite funny.
Irresistible
“Are you sure?” Juliette inquired, cerulean eyes locked on his.
“Positive.” Bryan retorted, mouth slightly agape.
“What changed your mind?” She insisted.
“You did. You change my mind every day. I can’t resist…” He confessed, legs wobbling like jelly.
“And you won’t,” she spoke directly to his subconscious. “Sleep.”
His eyes closed and servitude began.
Try as one may some things in life can’t be helped. I believe that’s the primary reason why I ended up writing this piece.