Quick
Walter listened to the strange female voice as it kept on spewing the same nonsense time and time again.
“You are being enslaved.”
“Sure I am,” he yawned.
Ten seconds later…
Walter listened to the lovely, compelling female voice as it gave his life purpose and meaning.
“You are my slave.”
“I know,” he drooled.
Depending on one’s mental strength, enslavement can be a fast or a lengthy process. Almost instantaneous mind-control is something one sees in a lot of stories. Not really my favorite kind, but I can still have a bit of fun with it.
Hypnotic Meal Recipe
Ingredients: a well-stocked kitchen, a devoted submissive pet, dressed to taste, some form of irresistible persuasion.
Method: entrance submissive in the kitchen and instruct him to prepare the food. Monitor occasionally while relaxing and enjoying his service. When the meal is ready, eat unashamedly, preferably using him as a stool.
Cooking time: variable.
Verdict: scrumptious.
There are recipes for just about anything out there, so I came up with one of my own. Hopefully, it earns the Domme Seal of Approval.
No Turning Back
Michael knelt, mesmerized by the twirling collar, a perfect symbol of power.
“You do realize that, if I do this, you’ll lose your free will forever, right?” Theresa reminded him, pulling him even deeper.
“Y-yes,” he stammered, not out of fear but overwhelming arousal.
The twirl became a spiral, and the spiral a blurry haze…
Inevitability is well… inevitable, I guess. Another one of my impromptus, and that’s the gist of it.
Appearances
All seems fine. No surprises. Life as usual.
Think again.
Something is different.
Time is moving backward, and you do not see it.
Words are cascading all around and you do not hear them.
You are captured, transfixed, empty with the fullness of her smile.
All seems fine. It is not.
It is absolutely perfect.
Going bizarre again. This piece is just one of those things that had to come out, and I’m glad it did.