Finner is Servef
“What’s for dinner, Joe?” Ginger asked.
“Fuck a l’Orange,” he blurted.
“Skipping foreplay, are you?”
“Fedinitely not! Huh, why am I talking like this?”
“Because you’re a very good hypnotic subject. Now tell me you want to fuck me.”
“I want to duck you,” he said, embarrassed.
“Don’t forget the orange juice, dear,” she smirked.
So… I had a very weird dream last night where language got a bit screwy due to outside influence. I wish I could share all of its details with you but the truth is things got pretty blurry the moment I came back to the real world. All that remains are some hazy impressions, so vague I can’t really elaborate on them. The piece above is partly inspired by this. It’s very silly, but I think it’s fun. Or should I say dun?
Cascading Submissive Spirit
The code was ready. Now all he needed was her approval.
“Well?” Dan scratched his nose.
“It looks quite good, very clean, but I made some adjustments. Please have a look,” Wendy suggested before handing him the laptop.
He read:
your body {
naked: #onyourknees;
}
your mind {
blank: #eagertoplease;
}
Rewritten on the spot, he smiled, sheepishly.
CSS editing is fun. It’s amazing what one can do just by messing around with a couple of lines of code. A brain is like a computer. It also runs on code, and it can be expertly readjusted with the right tools for the job. Combine these two ideas and you have the genesis of today’s piece.
Office Hours
“I didn’t order this!” Bruce exclaimed.
“Your signature says otherwise,” the delivery guy noted, grinning. “Here are your fifty copies of Boot Licking Bitch Journal, Mr. Andrews.”
“Hmmm…” He was confused. The last thing he remembered was talking to his boss and…
The click of her heels made his mind kneel. Office hours were fun.
Today’s entry in this challenge was inspired by a picture I stumbled upon while surfing the web – see below. I’m sure my fascination for boots contributed to the fact, and that’s pretty much the gist of it.
If the piece seems a bit disjointed by comparison to others, it’s because the main character is somewhat baffled with everything that’s going on and I reflected that in the construction of it all. I can’t tell you where he works because I don’t really know but I wouldn’t mind paying him a visit.
One Story
“How long have you been studying hypnosis, Trish?”
“Five years, Josh.”
“Any good stories?”
“Plenty. They’re for your ears only if…”
“Yes?”
“… you have three hours to spare right now.”
“I don’t.”
“How about two?”
“Yes.”
“Shall I tell you one then?”
“Please do.”
“So, here I was fast asleep…”
He still hasn’t woke up.
One more day, one more story. I’m going to be perfectly honest and say that, today, I really don’t feel like writing too much about it. I’m tired, it was a very long day and my head is kind of spinning right now so I’m just going to stop. Just a sneaky countdown.