Undercover
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“How goes the assignment?”
“Splendid. You were right. Kovacs was running an underground sex trafficking ring.”
“Was?”
“Of course. He’s the slave now.”
“I take it you’re no longer undercover then.”
“No, I’m naked and about to have my ass licked clean… Bye.”
“Why couldn’t this be a video-call?” The General sighed.
Another impromptu or perhaps a post-hypnotic suggestion… I keep telling you guys Alexandra asks – or rather orders – for these stories to be written. The “undercover” pun was inspired by a blanket. Being “under covers” when it’s cold feels good but she prefers being in the nude so who can blame her. Not me, that’s for sure. I hope you had fun.
Read It Again
“Did you like the last chapter?” Meghan asked.
“Not sure…” Harold replied. “I don’t remember what I read.”
“What do you remember then?”
“The spiral in the page and… a strap-on?”
“You have all the important details then…” she grinned.
“Why do I have the feeling this story isn’t over?”
“Read it again, my dear.”
I did many things today. Went shopping, took one of my dogs to the vet, edited some stuff that will be revealed soon enough… I also reread some of my early writings from when I was 15 or so and was surprised to find some MC intonations there I don’t quite recall. It makes sense though because kink is everywhere.
Hard to say if that influenced this one in any way but it’s possible. I hope you had fun and watch out for future readings. If one day you discover your ass sore without knowing why, perhaps this is it.
Settle the Score
The crowd went wild with the penalty conversion.
After the match was over, the time-travelling hypnotist approached Pelé and said:
“One thousand goals? Quite the milestone but how many times did you go down on a woman until today?”
“I never did…” he shrugged.
“Time to settle the score then…” She smirked, pendant in hand.
On November 19th, 1969, Brazilian soccer great Pelé scored his 1000th professional goal in a game Vasco da Gama in Rio de Janeiro’s Maracana stadium. It was a major milestone in an illustrious career that included three World Cup championships. During his long career, he went on to score 1,282 goals in 1,363 games.
Fifty years gone by, such an achievement had to be “celebrated” in some fashion but you all know my time-travelling hypnotist has a special way of doing things. How many times did he go down on her in this alternate history take? I’m not sure but don’t forget she has all the time in the world.
Someone Else
“Open your eyes.” Judith declared.
Felix did. The face in the mirror winked. It wasn’t his.
“What the…?”
“You wanted to be someone else.” She smiled. “Now you are.”
“For how long?”
“For as long as you wish to remain in trance, sweetie.”
“Amazing but… I need a new name…”
“Felicia will do just fine.”
Simple impromptu not inspired by anything in particular really. One of the things that draws people into the worlds of fetish and hypnosis is the appeal of going beyond themselves, trying out new stuff… for that, sometimes we need to create a whole new identity to support those fantasies and yes, that’s perfectly doable with time, trust, and a genuine desire to experience such a “make-over” so to speak.
Although I wasn’t thinking of any of that when I wrote it, I think it fits. The pic I chose to illustrate it is somewhat foggy on purpose to symbolize the blurring of the lines between what’s imagined and what’s real.