A Day’s Work
Beatrice was quick. stealthy.
She made the bed, dusted the bookshelves, ironed his clothes. He never noticed her there.
Charles opened his eyes, his mental home coming to life.
Everything was as it should be, including the wedding memory framed atop the fireplace and the ring controlling his manhood.
Not bad for a day’s work.
I looked at something in my house today, a book I had no recollection of ever owning. That feeling of doubt dissipated after I checked out some of its contents but that got me thinking about memory alterations once more. This is a classic theme when it comes to hypnosis and mind control and there are many ways one can look at the subject. I’ve explored plenty in other writings, this is but another. Charles is happy. That’s all it matters in the end.
Fiery Lady
“Seriously, Jeanne… I travel all the way to Hell to save your sorry soul and I find you enslaving demons?” Bayonetta protested.
“What can I say, Cereza? I’m a fiery lady. Did you bring the caviar?”
“It’s somewhere in my hair.”
“That just won’t cut it, dear.”
Rodin didn’t complain as he knelt to eat.
This is the second time I play with the world of Bayonetta in these short stories. The first was back in May 2017, a piece that played a bit with the overall lore a funny remark.
While that one was more generic, this one actually references the plot of Bayonetta 2 as the Umbran Witch’s main mission in that game is to travel to Hell to rescue the soul of her friend before she’s consumed for good. Of course, in my world of fetish fun, things had to play out differently so the urgency is replaced with debauchery and there’s no hairy situation at all. Or rather, there’s plenty of hair seeing Bayonetta’s clothes are literally made of hair but that’s okay. She make them go away when needed and certain meals are better without too much hair getting in the way. I hope you had fun.
At the Movies
She was an american beauty, the city of angels her home.
He was in a lonely place, on the road to perdition.
They met before midnight to talk about serenity.
He heard her voice, sank. Eyes wide shut, he saw the gates of heaven.
Hypnotic oblivion is pleasure. What a girl wants, a boy does.
I’ve been wanting to incorporate lots of cinematic references in a single tale for quite some time now but only today came up with something I found appealing enough. There are at least nine different movie titles on this one. I’m not going to tell you what they are but, hopefully, you’ll find out on your own. Enjoy.
Women’s Day
“Happy International Women’s Day!” Larry sang, eyes glazed, and wearing only a white thong.
“I see you’ve been practicing,” Annabelle replied.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I have a treat for you.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Today, you get to serve my sister, too.”
He smiled, going deeper. Tomorrow, he would serve all women, for every day is women’s day.
It’s International Women’s Day and Spell… B-O-U-N-D celebrates women and fetish. There was no way I was going to let the date pass me by, right? I love women, women are beautiful, women are lovely. This is a just a bit of kinky fun in their honor. I hope you enjoyed it.