The Curse
“Fuck!” John said.
“What’s wrong?” Andy asked.
“It’s my cock. I’m in serious pain right now.”
“Why?”
“Mallory cursed me. It hurts like hell every time I think of masturbating…”
“That can’t be that bad.”
“… every time I think of sex…”
“Wait… what?”
“… every time I look at another woman…”
“Fuck!”
“That’s what I said.”
Possessive women can be the worst but, at the real time, real bitches can be appealing on some level, don’t you agree? Controlling someone can be made through small gestures, so minuscule that you don’t realize they’re there but it can also be expressed via grand schemes, never ending rules, and – if you believe that sort of things – spells and curses.
I don’t but writing about them can be fun and the day this stops being fun is the day I stop for good. Today is not that day.
Session Adjourned
“Mr. Marks, is the person that drugged you and brainwashed you into a life of servitude present in this court of law?” Judge Meadows said.
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Please point out the culprit then.”
“It is you, Your Honor, or should I say Mistress?”
“Say what you will as long as you obey… Session adjourned!”
I used to watch a lot of legal dramas in my teenage years. Not that I ever considered to become a lawyer – I didn’t – but I enjoyed watching the shows no matter what. I don’t do that anymore. In fact, there a lot of things I don’t do nowadays that I used to do before but I guess that’s the price of growing older for you.
I had an idea for a story today that revolves around a legal drama. Unsure if I’ll put it to paper or not because I already have too many projects on my hands as it is but at least a snippet of it has come to fruition already. You’ve just read it.
Dud
“It’s just a dud, thank God,” Lewis thought as he looked at the pheromone bomb recently uncovered in his backyard. An explosion would have spelled his enslavement, a gynarchic dream brought to life.
“It’s no dud, there’s still one canister underneath,” Kathryn noted.
Her sister went back inside the house to pick up the shotgun.
The idea of a full-blown war between men and women for world domination is something that’s been on my mind for many years now, I’ve toyed with the idea in the past but never did much with it. It’s one of those things I keep going back to but with no major results. Today, I did it again and I’m considering doing something for a change but, for now, this will suffice.
In other news, both my internet connection and my site are a bit wonky today so chances are I won’t be uploading anything else new, today.
Carried Away
Grant saw the whip… and the paddle… and the strap-on.. and the humbler… and…
“Honey…” he gulped. “I know I agreed to this Femdom thing but don’t you think you’re getting carried away?”
“No, I don’t,” his wife replied. “And soon, neither will you.”
He didn’t see the emerald pendant until it was too late.
Forced domination is a real fetish. Some people want to be forcefully taken over against their will. Even those that say they don’t want such a thing may harbor a lingering secret desire to be controlled that way. Others don’t want that at all and just play such games to please the Master/Mistress or significant other who is into such kinks.
Grant his pretty much the latter type. He’s a reluctant sub but his wife loves the forced domination angle so hypnosis comes into play to smooth the deal. Bear in mind that this is a fantasy because doing something like this in the real world would be akin to rape and safe, sane, and consensual are not just words, but a moral code to be respected at all times. In these snippets, I can forget them and play on the fringes though and so can you so let’s play.
Would you like to be forcefully dominated this way? Being hypnotized against your will and become a horny sex slave for life? Don’t answer that. Your moans already tell me everything I needed to know.