The Right Choice
“Well, Jodie, you could have won a magnificent sports car, you could have won a brand new kitchen but, since you chose door number 2, you only get this pocket watch,” the game show host said.
“Oh, I made the right choice…”
She started swinging it in front of his eyes and won it all.
Honestly, I’m inclined to agree with her but maybe that’s because I’ve been staring at her pocket watch for quite some time, too. A silly little piece brought you by gameshows galore.
Do as You Wish
“Are my needs irrelevant to you?” Scott asked.
“Of course not,” Angie responded.
“Then how come we never do the things I wish for?”
“Aren’t my wishes your wishes?”
“Yes.”
“Then whenever you comply, we’re doing the things you wish for. You wish to run me a bath now. Do as you wish.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
In a D/s relationship, a dominant’s needs should come first obviously, but the ones of the submissive partner must also come into play in order for the relationship to be gratifying for both of them. Of course, when they both align perfectly, well… There’s no direct mention of any hypnosis/mind control/brainwashing elements going on in this one but who’s to say they didn’t occur?
Lovecraftian
“I am Zell’okahr, Eternal Ravager, Flame of Mystery, Power Incarnate, and I’m here to ensnare minds, instill subservience in the hearts of men, and reign supreme!” the eldritch horror screamed.
“I’m a woman, I was here first, been there, do that daily,” Philippa responded, dismissively, before sending the foul beast back to the nether sphere.
As a big fan of the works of H.P. Lovecraft, I wanted to write something like them, and this is it. There are many nods to the author in the short story. The title of course, the phrase “eldritch horror” is recurrent in his work, all of his creatures have weird sounding names like Chtulhu, Nyarlathotep, Yog-Sothoth as well as lots of fancy titles. Also, the P. in his name stands for Phillips, hence why I named the heroine Phillippa. Whereas in his tales, the plans of the ancients can be slowed down but never fully stopped and people usually go mad when they stumble upon them, in mine the ancient creature is all talk because, no matter how great he/it thinks he/it is, no power compares to that of a woman. I don’t think Lovecraft would approve my take on it, but I like it.
Limbo
The music grew louder as the bar was lowered again. Devon wiggled his naked body as he approached it, a thought vanishing from his mind with each successful run. The ladies all around cheered as he sank, deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper…
Doing the limbo, falling into limbo… it was all the same thing.
I certainly don’t have the agility necessary for this one, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy watching others go for it. Having seen the dance on TV once again, I promptly wrote this one.