November 2017

Writing Challenge

Commission

Jonathan was flabbergasted. “Ten thousand dollars for a story?!!!”
“Not just a story. The best hypnotic story ever. It will leave you breathless, make you mine…” Theresa responded, a quill spiraling in her hand.
“Okay,” he muttered as the need to kneel before her grew stronger and stronger. “Please write it now!”
“I already did.”

Another day, another piece of micro-fiction, another bit of humor to brighten your day, I hope. It’s Saturday, the rain from the last couple of days seems to be gone for now. I was looking at some things on DeviantArt earlier today, thinking of commissions and such when this simple thing came to me. That’s pretty much everything I can say on the subject.


A Problem

“Brooke, I think we have a problem,” Gemma said.
“What do you mean?”
“I pushed deep into the mind of your toy and now all he can say is Yes, Mistress.”
“And why is that a problem?”
“Allow me to demonstrate. Slave, does this latex dress make me look fat?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Fuck!” Brooke vociferated.

I’ve decided to go down a silly path again. Yes, it definitely doesn’t get any sillier than this. Even the most basic of forms of addressing a superior can become a curse if one’s not careful enough.


Unstoppable

“What do you mean, I can’t stop?” Clive asked.
“Exactly that,” Alana replied. “You can’t stop. You are hypnotized and under my control. You will continue until you finish the job.”
“But…”
“Do as you’re told.”
He sighed but obeyed. She was right, he couldn’t stop. Only two hundred and fifty more shirts to iron.

I said yesterday’s entry couldn’t get any sillier, didn’t I? Yes, I did, but I can’t stop finding ways to disprove myself. The piece above is either funny or terrifying. In fact, I think it’s both. The inspiration for it came to me as I was walking past a dry cleaner earlier today. I knew exactly then what I wanted to write and then I did it. I guess I just couldn’t stop either. In this case, I believe that’s a good thing.


Under

“I used to be a cuckquean…”
“Huh?”
“A cuckquean, Trish. I loved watching my boyfriend fuck other women. Now, I’m a Pro at the opposite and get paid big, it’s great. And you? What do you do for a living, nowadays?”
“I put men under every day, Di.”
“Ah… Are you a Hypnodomme?”
“No. Gravedigger.”

You can thank the Inraptured community for this one, namely its member L2A Writes. Yesterday, I challenged the community to choose the theme of today’s story. I received a handful of suggestions and decided on the one that appealed to me the most.

L2A Writes suggested the word “cuckquean” as the basis for it. Having never written anything involving such, I felt it was a good opportunity to change that. However, the way I chose to do so was a bit… unexpected.


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