Pets
“Hmmm… Jackie…”
“Yes, dear?”
The two women stopped in front of a dozen entranced men.
“When you talked about getting a pet, I was thinking about a kitten,” Katrina muttered.
“Look over there,” Jackie pointed to a group of men meowing to their heart’s content. One of them sported a pink bow.
“Perfect,” Katrina smiled.
Here’s a random lunch break update. I’m feeling a bit light-headed today. The truth is I slept poorly, and some cats are partially to blame for it. I could have lived without their late night symphonies just fine but…
When I left home for work this morning, there was a cat resting outside my front door and I must have seen at least a dozen more wandering around ever since. With so many felines making themselves visible to me out there, it’s only natural I find myself thinking about cats more than usual so…
Electric Rewiring
The sentences inside his brain were meaningless.
“Yes, you’re delusional!” “Obey you? Never!”, “I will die first before calling you Mistress!”, she read.
She turned the knob, adjusted the flow, sent electricity flying, rearranging thoughts. One single mantra to be repeated endlessly.
“Yes, Mistress, I will obey.”
And nothing more was ever heard from him.
Mind-controlling helmets are a fascination for some people. I can understand part of the appeal although it’s not my primary focus when it comes to the fetish worlds. Still, the imagery associated with them is usually quite strong and certainly leaves an impression. Even the mere mention does so because, let’s face it, mind-controlling helmets does have a nice ring to it. For a few friends of mine, this is the ultimate fantasy and thinking of them led me down this path, today.
Touching Not Allowed
Elliot Ness tried to move but he was transfixed by the beauty of the Femme Fatale before him.
With a smile, the time-traveling hypnotist whispered a powerful suggestion to keep him sexually frustrated at all times, before doing the same to his crime-fighting companions.
And that’s how they came to be known as The Untouchables.
In the mood for some fun once more. Today’s piece came to me as I was listening to some music by Italian composer Ennio Morricone. I like a lot of his works from the Western-Spaghetti soundtracks to some of his more contemporary stuff. Suddenly, the piece below started playing and I was flooded with ideas pertaining to that historical period.
Note I said “historical period” and not “movie”. I don’t remember much of the movie (it must have been two decades since I saw it) but am more than familiar with the stories around Elliot Ness and Al Capone. It would have been quite easy to just go down that route but I didn’t want that, instead, I once again rewrote History in 55 words.
Ewww… phoria
Hannah’s strapon rocked back and forth, still covered in fluids from the last man she had effortlessly sodomized.
“Gross!” Jonathan gasped, yet feeling attracted to the motion as it slowly penetrated his mind.
Inexplicably, he licked his lips, inching closer to her before the world turned black.
Some things are better left in the dark.
I slept poorly again last night, not because of cats or other nocturnal animals but simply because I had too many creative thoughts going on which is a good thing, actually. Some were random nonsense, others more elaborate. A lot of objects and situations appeared in them, intersecting with one another in a fluid mess. I like order, clear and defined rules but “messy” things can be fun too and, frankly, I need a little more of those in my life in order to keep on growing.
Anyway, speaking of messy, and going back to the kink, at one point in my thoughts there was a brief flash of a strapon and then an unidentified character mentioned the word “euphoria” two or three times. Now, that’s not an association that comes naturally to me and, frankly, I’m not exactly sure why that came to be so I’m “tossing the blame” (so to speak) on the impromptu nature of brainstorming, stream of consciousness and all that jazz and that’s where things become funny because if you extend the first letters of that word long enough instead of “eu” you get something like “ewww”. That’s how this dirty story materialized itself.