Buyer’s Remorse
George looked at the expensive items laid on his bed and mumbled:
“A leather dress, designer thigh-high boots, a diamond choker… Why did I buy all this?”
“Because you’re an obedient hypnoslave, hubby,” Wanda replied.
“You did this?”
“Yes, but the fun starts now.”
“Meaning…?”
“Time to pimp you out. sissy,” she snapped her fingers.
I’m sure you’ve all had moments where you bought something only to regret it shortly after. I know I did. Impulses can be quite the bad thing but if they’re not really impulses but rather… compulsions? When you throw in hypnosis, brainwashing, suggestions to the mix, suddenly things turn quite hot the more you think about it (or should I say, don’t think at all)?
This piece was written with that idea in mind so if you ever feel inclined to buy stuff like the ones mentioned in it, you already know what’s coming for you.
Gone Missing
Male, forty-two, goes by “Bob”. Last seen on Main Street wearing a red shirt and blue jeans while screaming: “Freedom at last!”. Very docile except when he gets confused. His trigger is “Bitch Doll”. If you see him, please call 500-MUSTOBEY. His owner is worried sick she won’t get to complete his reprogramming. Thank you.
There are a lot of missing posters where I live as well as the surrounding blocks. Most of them are for stray pets (cats and dogs) but there’s one about an old woman, too. She is suffering from Alzheimer and no one has seen or heard from her for five days now. I sincerely hope she’s found safe and sound.
While there’s no fun at all in going missing for good, I tried to make it so in this little piece of fiction. There’s something so ridiculous about a Domme posting something like this that it made me laugh just by thinking about it and laughing is a good thing so I can only hope it made you laugh, too.
Universal Shadow
Jim examined another body.
“This one is empty, too,” he said.
“Fuck!” Devon shouted. “What could have erased their minds like this?”
“Goddess…” the ship’s captain mumbled, eyes going blank. “I’m sorry, but you need to understand she’s more powerful than anything we’ve ever encountered.”
The alien shadow crept inside the bridge, all hope lost.
Another dream. I do dream every single night and when they’re vivid enough…
Not sure if I ever told you this or not, but when it comes to fetish and sci-fi, I just love the idea of ultra-powerful alien creatures that simply can’t be resisted and the shadow in my dream was just that. And yes, if it had a gender, it would most surely be female because what else would it be?
I have more dreams waiting for me right after I finish updating the site for today. Let’s see what they bring, shall we?
Is it Done?
“Is it done?” Aaron asked.
“Yes, the triggers are set,” Juliette replied.
“I don’t feel different. How will I know?”
“Trust me. When I take control, you will know.”
“Side effects?”
“Some people experience amnesia right after, but it’s rare.”
“Okay.”
There was silence for a few minutes and then Aaron asked:
“Is it done?”
Oh look, it’s back to the notes scribbled on the little black notebook. Is it done? Is something I usually add to a draft as a way to ask myself if I indeed exhausted all the possibilities of an idea or if I can still do something else with it.
I read this simple sentence about five or six times today as I was looking for something to write and then this came to be. I do remember writing it though.