What’s Hers
She stood at the far end of Victor’s bed. Tall. Radiant. Perfect. An angel?
“Hardly, dear.” She purred, a long hand reaching for his cock.
“A demon then?” He asked, excited and terrified at the same time.
“Just someone who wants what’s hers.” She replied, eyes glowing.
Victor panted as his will was sapped away.
Yes, another one of those. It happened last night shortly after I got to bed. I don’t remember much of it except the shadow close by, purring. It was a bit strange and even unsettling but it’s a good source of inspiration as any other so I decided to use it.
We’re getting closer and closer to 2000 consecutive days. Still haven’t decided what I’ll do when I get there. We’ll see.
Damaged
Walter sighed. Things had never been the same since the operation. He didn’t want to go through it but Candice insisted, said it was for the best. However, while the neural damage had been repaired, he no longer smiled.
“Slaves don’t do that.” He muttered, reaching for his maid’s uniform. Goddess would be home, soon.
Impromptu that came to me during my lunch break, nothing particularly fancy about it. This is a fiction piece, but it’s true certain types of surgery can lead to personality shifts, sometimes quite drastic. Back when I was in college, a teacher of mine was diagnosed with brain cancer. It was still in the early stages so they were able to remove it successfully. However, when she recovered, she was a completely different person, and she knew it. She quit teaching some time after that.
Anyway, this wasn’t on my mind when I wrote this piece so… let’s leave it at that.
Not Their Idea
Terrence and Alan looked at one another, unsure of what to say.
“It wasn’t my idea, okay?” The first one blurted.
“It’s still your fault for dating a sadistic hypnotist.” The second retorted.
“I never had a choice.”
“Yeah…”
Both rose from bed, completely embarrassed, the taste of each other’s cocks on their drooling lips.
I’ll be clear from the start. Forced bi is not something I’m into. I wrote this piece for two reasons: 1) I know some of the people who follow this site are into it so I wanted to give them a shout-out in some way and 2) variety is the name of the challenge so… one more for the count. Feminization is also not something that appeals to me but I can write about it no problem. This fits with the same reasoning. I like creating things others can enjoy. I hope this is one of them.
Left Dry
The last drops of semen filled the tank at Jonathan’s feet. He had been milked to exhaustion but was still as defiant as ever.
“I’m still not surrendering!”
Mistress Moira fastened the metal cage around his cock, and said:
“We’ll talk again in a month.”
before leaving him dry and whimpering in the cold dungeon.
Had a pretty rough day today and I’m quite tired. This piece came to me on my way home. There was nothing specific on my mind when it happened so I just wrote it down. Chastity breaks all resistance, just saying.