Timeline
“Di, something’s bothering me about our relationship…” Julian muttered.
“What is it?”
“Our timeline. We met three months ago…”
“Yes?”
“But we celebrated our second anniversary yesterday…”
“Exactly”
“How do you explain that?”
“Like this…” She flashed her boobs and he sank deep into trance. “Now listen carefully, my little hypnoslave. Today is my birthday…”
Many men have a thing for boobs. They see a pair of them and instantly go crazy. Others drift into a trance-like state almost without realizing it. Boobnosis is the real deal whether purposely or not and it’s always fun to play with the concept.
I did just that today. If you ever find your memories to be a little “off”, perhaps you’ve been boobnotized, too.
Starting Over
Atop her golden throne, Allie looked at the horde of brainwashed zombie minions and sighed. The challenge was gone, rewriting minds had stopped being fun. She needed to feel the rush of corruption on her pussy again no matter the consequences.
Fire and brimstone lit the sky as she began envisioning a brand new playground.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely, right? I imagine it’s also boring as fuck after a while and what do we do when we get bored? We look for new thrills, a change of scenery. Sometimes, a clean slate is the only way forward so that the bliss of old can be found again in a brand new way.
This piece was inspired by that plus the million conspiracy theories that say the world will end at any second now. Well, if it does, I hope it ends at the hands of a woman, and I hope she has at least a couple of slaves at her feet when it happens.
Impressive Numbers
“Six hundred hypnotized and enslaved men in less than two weeks? Impressive numbers, Miss Winters,” the headmistress of Phemme Academy said.
“Those figures are outdated.” Marjorie Winters replied.
“Oh?” The Headmistress adjusted her glasses.
“There were ninety men on the subway today. Now they’re kneeling by the Campus’ entrance, waiting for my instructions.”
“You’re hired.”
I don’t really know. It can’t have been subway inspired because I didn’t ride it today, didn’t have any vivid dreams or anything of the sort. My inspiration was just random, I guess. That’s okay, a little bit of randomness is necessary because when everything is pre-programmed, the fun wears off after a while.
As random as this was, I hope you still enjoyed it.
The Return
Lucas looked out the window.
“The fog has returned.”
“Are we safe here?” Hayden asked.
“No one is safe. Either she chooses you or she doesn’t.”
“And if she does?”
“At least as her pet, you won’t have bad thoughts ever again.”
“I can live with that.”
The church’s front door opened far and wide…
It’s been raining pretty much all day around day and not just small rain. I’m talking about the big stuff, skies wide open, cascades of tears washing everything away… It feels like Winter already even though it’s officially still a month away.
Anyway, against all expectation, it did clear up a bit right around the time I had to take my dogs for a walk but when I exited the door, a massive blanket of fog was everywhere. It was so thick that everything outside looked like a skeletal version of itself. From a certain distance, I could only see vague outlines of objects and other people walking about. It was kind of creepy to be honest but hey, creepiness isn’t all that bad.
A little past the places I usually go with my dogs, there’s a tiny church. I glanced at it on my way back and got the impression that a woman was standing in front of it but when I blinked, it was gone. I’m sure it was a real person and not an apparition of sorts, but apparitions are cool 😈 especially if they’re of the mind-controlling type. All strange supernatural creatures that dwell in the fog of our minds should take note of that.