Perfect for You
Victor looked at his girlfriend, eyes glazed.
“What do you think of this one?” Natalie asked.
“Too small.”
“And this?”
“Too big.”
“Make up your mind!”
“I can’t. You’re controlling it.”
“Always, my trance slut. I believe this one is perfect for you.”
“You’re right, Mistress.”
“Good.”
He reached for the butt plug and smiled.
Random impromptu written first thing in the morning. I literally grabbed by little black notebook the moment I got out of bed and jotted this down. If you’re into that sort of play, it’s probably right up your as… I mean, alley. If not, I still hope you had some fun, nonetheless.
Quarantine
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“It looks like we’re stuck in quarantine together.”
“Indeed.”
“No hypnotic shenanigans, okay? I would rather keep my mind and my memories in one piece.”
“That is no longer possible, sorry.”
“Why is that?”
“Because this is the tenth time we’re having this conversation.”
“Oh, Fuck!”
Only one hundred more to go.
As work continues on Corruption Games and the pandemic rages on, I decided to have Alexandra react to it in some fashion. I had a couple of ideas, one that involved a video call going wrong and another featuring a 24/7 rubber slave but couldn’t turn them into stories just yet. They’re being saved for another occasion so don’t be surprised if they pop up later. This is the concept that stuck. I suppose there are worse things than being locked up with a hypnotist, right? Say “Yes” or Alexandra will come for you next…
Generic
While the dress was nice, Nicholas wasn’t impressed.
“You don’t like it?” His girlfriend, Joan, asked.
“It’s a bit generic…” He shrugged.
“I think it’s good enough for you to make me happy and you do want that, don’t you?” She snapped her fingers.
“Yes, Mistress.”
There’s a new hooker in town since that night.
Just felt like writing something dirtier, that’s all. Not a fantasy of mine but I know some of you would love the idea of this happening to you.
The weekend is almost here. Looking forward to having some real time to write but first I still have to endure tomorrow.
Dress Policy
“Is this really necessary?” Jeff mumbled.
“Yes. It’s the club’s dress policy.” Olivia replied.
“What kind of club makes men strip to get inside?”
“A Femdom one.”
“What? You said this would be fun.”
“It will be… for me. And you look adorable.”
“I’m so embarrassed…”
“Not for long. Look deep into my eyes, sweetie…”
A humorous impromptu that was written during my lunch break. No particular inspiration, just going on with the flow. The regular work week is finally over. Now let’s try to have some fun writing and creating even more new stuff.