Don’t Picture This
Alan looked at the whiteboard eagerly waiting for Diana’s drawing. Instead of humoring him, she just stood there, marker in hand.
“Guess,” she said.
“There’s nothing there.”
“Guess.”
“I can’t. I give up.”
“I think you mean surrender,” she smiled, snapping her fingers.
The answer was obviously “Alan’s mind when deeply entranced.” Pictionary is fun.
Here’s something that may surprise you. Despite the last sentence, I never actually played Pictionary in my life. I was always more of a Trivial Pursuit kind of guy truth be told. I believe I would do very poorly at Pictionary because drawing has never been my forte, unlike writing. Nonetheless, I had this idea regarding the game and…
Instead of using random character names, I decided to go back to somewhat familiar faces, faces that have already participated in other games in the past. Alan and Diana first appeared in “Rock, Paper, Trance” and then in “Wrestling”. Maybe they will play a game of Trivial Pursuit in the future. Would you like that?
Hit Me
“You’re getting…” Jade began.
“… sleepy, right? Yes, I am,” Mark said, frantically.
“And you’re also…”
“… horny as fuck, yep! This is exciting!”
“Calm down, cowboy. Hypnosis is to be savored.”
“And I will. I’ll savor it all. Hit me!”
He never knew what hit him but it wasn’t hypnosis.
Okay, it was a frying pan.
Have you ever felt so excited about something you can’t breathe or think straight? Of course you have. We’re passionate creatures (most of us, at least) and certain experiences or the desire to experience them can leave us all aflutter or in a state of perpetual frenzy. Now, it’s okay to be passionate but balance and moderation are key, don’t you think?
This is true for all aspects of life, not just those involving trance and altered states of mind. However, sticking solely to those, the truth is a case of frenzy can bring about disastrous consequences as well. In order to play safe, that element has to be removed from the equation. I wrote this piece thinking of that, but I did it in a rather absurd way. Imagine how hard it is for a dominant woman to have to deal with the over-excitement of a submissive. Now imagine that amplified ten times or more because there’s some sort of mind game at play and he’s even thinking less clearly than usual. If you can imagine all that right now, surely you understand that perhaps one hit with a frying pan isn’t enough. This is a joke, by the way. Stay safe.
Going Up is Always Going Down
Karl started going up the downwards escalator.
“One, two, three, four, five…”
Karl’s eyes shut. He stopped moving and returned to the beginning, only to start over time and time again.
Sitting in a cozy bench, watching the whole thing, his hypnodomme couldn’t stop laughing.
“That’s how you do fractionation on a mall,” she thought.
I had to go to a mall today. It was packed because it’s a national holiday around here and people love to spend them inside closed doors breathing on each other’s necks. The only reason I went there today is because I had to buy something that wasn’t available anywhere else. Luckily, i saw something that inspired this one.
There were a couple of kids playing on the escalators while their mother laughed. A perfectly innocent scenario, I know, but my mind thought differently. Instead of kids, I imagined a grown man being constantly mindfucked by the escalator. Public play is surprisingly hot as a concept to me. The rest is history, as they say. And with this, I’ve concluded my 29th consecutive month writing daily erotic micro-fiction. Not bad, huh?