Only Four Words
Softly pervading the haze
Of thoughts once ablaze,
Her voice, a living stream,
Flows and reigns supreme.
Rest now, deep under
Adrift in joyful wonder,
An echo of Time, still,
Without worries or will.
For it is beautiful to be
A mind on bended knee
With only four words to say:
“Yes, Mistress, I obey.”
Today’s piece is… different. And some of you who have been following this enterprise ever since I started it or knew me from before from other parts of the digital world are probably wondering “Hmmm, you know, most of what you write is already different…”. If you thought that, or you’re thinking it right now because the mention made your mind focus on it, let me just say that assumption is entirely accurate. I like to experiment, I like unconventional approaches to fantasies and stories for that’s the way my spirit truly delivers itself.
So, what’s different about this one by comparison to some of the already different things I’ve produced already? Well, if you’re not aware of it, today is World Poetry Day, a day to encourage reading, writing, and promotion of it. I love poetry, I dabble in all kinds of it as well, but the majority of things in that regard are either written in my native language, or are outside the scope of the fetish worlds, so it’s unlikely you’ll see much of it around here. Nonetheless, today I came up with something that qualifies so that’s why you’ve just read a poem in 55 words that’s meant to evoke the bliss of trance, letting go, and simply accepting submission as a whole. Enjoy and I’ll be back with some more strange bulletins before you know it.
Incandescence
Bradley and Jade sat by the fireplace.
“Are the flames fading?” he asked, drowsily.
“Only if you want them to,” she cooed.
“Am I fading?” he insisted.
“Only if you want to.”
“I want what you want…” he sighed.
“I want a phoenix then!” She commanded.
He burned upon her touch, and everything was pleasure.
Spring is here but today has been nothing but a cold, grey, and rainy mess where I live. Having become accustomed to the radiant sun, my mood suffered a bit because of it. Something that would feel really nice right now would be to sit by a fire, just watching the flames flicker and feeling its warmth spreading from inside out. Fire is both beautiful and dangerous, but it’s certainly better than ashes, for those are just memories of things that ran their course, and are ready to be swept away. I like the idea of burning bright.
Perplexity
“… and the quick brown foxy lady jumped over the lazy doggy servant. Short jumps all the way to Mars. ‘Kneel and shine,’ she said, sipping an orange juice made of fresh coconuts as a wooden spoon fell with a clang…”
“That’s… I…” Nathan mumbled, confused beyond belief.
Paige covered his eyelids and began the reprogramming.
Felt like going for something confusing, again.
The principle of confusion is simple and consists in using the mind’s own desire of rationalization against it. This seems to work particularly well with highly analytical persons, because they hang on to every little thing, trying to dissect each idea, each thought into something perfectly categorized and intelligible and when that fails to happen, the brain short-circuits, the ability to resist external suggestion goes along with it. I began with English’s most famous pangram, tweaked it, and then added some extra nonsense to create a bit of a distraction because it’s quite amazing “how vexingly quick daft zebras jump!”, isn’t it? Sorry, don’t get too confused, just smile and enjoy the humor for what it is, okay?
Mental Editing
Mandy’s latest erotic story was quite intriguing but it had one problem, or rather, hundreds of them.
“So many mistakes…” Devon sighed.
“Fix them for me, please?” she purred.
And so he did, beginning with the first sentence which read:
“Hi ema sleighve hand yore migh mestress.”
It took him only 55 words to surrender.
Breaking the fourth wall, self-referential humor, those are things I enjoy a lot when it comes to writing.
It’s hard to explain the pleasure I feel when a bridge is established between creator, creation and those that are observing, i.e. reading the efforts of said creation. External interpretations, even when they differ from my own, only enrich the writing itself, and that’s always a good thing. I don’t want to go into philosophical arguments that might sound a bit pretentious so I’ll just reiterate that it’s fun to play with the limits of our mental constructs. Some days, I don’t want to do it, but when I do, I strive to enjoy it. I hope you have a good weekend.