The Thing You Love Most
“What’s the thing you love most about me?” Andrea asked.
“Too many to count. I love your eyes, your hair, your feet, your breasts, your dominant personality…” David replied.
“That’s so cute. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. My turn: what’s the thing you love most about me?”
“The fact you still believe I didn’t brainwash you…”
Partly inspired by a true story. I went for a walk during my lunch break and I saw a cute young couple sitting on a bench. As I was walking by, I clearly heard her ask: what do you love most about me? but didn’t stick around for the answer because I wanted to write my own.
This is what I wrote. I keep saying that love is the ultimate form of mind control because when we’re in love, we do all sorts of things we don’t usually do but a bit of real brainwashing helps too, don’t you think?
Final Question
The studio was fraught with tension.
“Final question.” the game show host said. “A correct answer nets you one million dollars but, if you fail, you’ll become a mindless puppet for the audience to use in any way they see fit. The question is: two times two equals…?”
“Three.” Joe grinned.
She loved smart contestants.
Here’s something about me I think I never told you. I enjoy watching trivia game shows on TV as a way to test my knowledge. Of course, being in the comfort of my own home and not under the spotlight makes it easier to answer correctly. Methinks I would probably choke if I were in a studio in front of a live audience.
Anyway, I definitely wouldn’t choke on this one if the odds were exactly as I described them. Money is good and all but isn’t having your thoughts warped even better? You know it’s true.
Remember to serve. Until tomorrow.
Confession
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“I see you’re at the Vatican again.”
“Yeah, just a small detour, that’s all.”
“The naked men wandering around St. Peter’s Square beg to differ.”
“You mean the pedophile priests? They were lucky that’s all I did.”
“So you confess?”
“Oh, yes. They say God forgives everything. I don’t.”
The General clapped.
I strongly believe that anyone that abuses a child should suffer a fate worse than death. Since that’s not possible in most cases, public humiliation and exposure is a good start. Although not required, hypnosis and brainwashing can help with that.
Although these pieces are fiction, the scourge is real and Alexandra would never let the opportunity to set things right slide. She’s a Goddess after all.
Everything I Want
“Today is International Women’s Day. You’ll do everything I want.” Andrea said.
“But I already do everything you want, anyway,” Jonas replied. “What’s the difference?”
“You’ll really love it this time around…”
“Meaning…?”
“If you don’t behave, I’ll hypnotize you into becoming my sissy maid for life, dear.”
Jonas obeyed her every order without questioning.
Women should be celebrated every day but I did notice a different vibe in the air today because of the date. I decided to write something that made reference to it and after several drafts that went nowhere, I ended up coining this one.
One can celebrate and worship women in many ways. Andrea likes to control men and being obeyed as part of her rituals. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?