What Are You?
She had wings, but no halo. She had a tail, but no horns. Jason was baffled.
“You’re no angel…” He muttered.
“Nope.” She replied.
“… and you’re no devil, either.”
“That’s right.”
“What are you then?”
The vision glided towards him. Dark nails scratched his hardening cock.
“Your owner.”
Jason shivered as his mind went blank.
Yeah, this is one of those. I had a bizarre dream last night and wrote this the moment I woke up. I didn’t have time to update the site then for I was missing a suitable image.
I found one I liked after coming from work. It’s posted below.
However, I decided to add a bit of flair to it and thus the featured image for this post was born. Looks good, doesn’t it?
What If…?
“What if I tied you and mindfucked you to be my slave this weekend? What would you say?” Catherine asked.
“I’d say you’ve been reading too many mind-control stories online, my dear,” Horace replied.
“And then…?”
“… I would fetch the rope.” He jumped out off the sofa, all giddy. “Be right back!”
“Excellent!” She grinned.
This one was scribbled around lunch break but here’s the funny thing… I started in the middle with the bit about too many control stories… well, there are certainly not enough around here. You need more, don’t you?
That’s it, really. I started in media res and then built something around it with a humorous vibe because we all need to laugh a bit, don’t we?
The Choice
“Dave, do you know what day it is?” Francine asked.
“It’s Sunday, dear.” He replied, yawning.
“No, it’s ‘work-your-ass-off-day’, lazy bones!”
“But I already do that all week!”
“Not around the house. Broom or brainwashing chamber… Choose!”
Memories of unbridled electricity running through his spine, cock, and balls, Dave gulped and hurried to the kitchen.
Pretty much the opposite of yesterday’s entry because, sometimes, a threat is the only thing that works when you want something done. Not all dominant women like them but they know they can be an effective weapon.
I’m certainly working all day, writing. What about you?