Update Available
“Update available.” Matthew’s smartwatch said.
“Again?” It was happening every day now. He touched the display, saw the familiar spiraling icon, and his mind went blank.
Fifteen seconds later, he headed to the bedroom, craving warm pussy in his mouth.
His girlfriend couldn’t be happier with her purchase. Time to get one for her brother.
It seems most people I know have a smartwatch, nowadays. Not me though. I don’t even use a regular, “dumb” watch let alone an intelligent one. Don’t miss it either. Still, today I started thinking about a good use for them, mind-control wise and this came to me. Every time the watch is updated, you get a new fetish and if said updates could be controlled by another, then…
Sounds hot, right? That’s because it is. Want one of these?
Terrifying
Richard closed his eyes.
“God, this is terrifying!” He screamed.
“It is?” His cousin, Angela, asked.
“Yes. Make it stop!”
“So, you never want to see this again?”
“Yes! Please, Angie.”
“Okay then.”
She stopped the recording and smiled from cheek to cheek. The hypnotic trigger was a success, and maledom porn was no more.
I’ve written a couple of pieces in the past where fear is used as a trigger and today I felt like doing it again. I didn’t have anything specific in mind when I did so I allowed the piece to flow naturally and that’s how the maledom porn angle made itself known. Something tells me Richard will only love femdom from now on.
Chains
Clark growled. Sex was a mirage, but the chains were real.
“Seriously? You’re leaving money on the table, bitch!”
“No.” The she-devil showed him her teeth. “Just you.”
“Are you going to eat me?” He gulped.
“No. Your thoughts were nourishment enough. However, my children like meat…”
The lights went out and the feast began.
The expression “leaving money on the table” inspired this one. That’s right, this creepy scenario came to me because of it. I started thinking of a guy who was willing to pay for sex, only to be chained to a table instead, and eaten alive by hungry demons. Yeah, I’m weird, sometimes, but I do love horror pieces as well, so…
Yes, he was mindfucked into wanting her, and yes, by now he’s already dead. Be careful with strange women out there. You never know what they might turn out to be.
Fifty-Nine Minutes
The worm crawled inside Mark’s nose, a gelatinous mutation Dr. Williams was most proud of.
“No matter what you do…” He spat. “I’ll never give in.”
“They all said that.” She pointed at a dozen drooling zombies behind her. “I give you one hour.”
Fifty-nine minutes later, he was licking her feet in lavish adoration.
I don’t know. I pretty much improvised it just now because I didn’t have any ideas during my lunch break or on my way home from work. I don’t even like worms but the idea popped up anyway and now it’s written.
Only thirty-three days from reaching 2000 consecutive days of this challenge. Maybe, there’ll be a celebration when the time comes.