Saturday Story 2023 – Week 50 (Apologize Now)
We have a standalone story today on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Claude is eager to be entranced by a powerful hypnodomme but soon realizes he messed up even if he doesn’t remember doing so.
This is an expansion of a flash fiction piece from 2018. The basic concept is the same but it’s explored much more in depth like in all the other expansions I’ve made this year.
To read this story before anyone else, head over to my Patreon page and become Spell… B-O-U-N-D, too. The minimum pledge for this type of early access is $5 per month.
A small excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/94784223
Claude sat in the darkness of his bedroom, behind a wooden desk with a bowl of chocolate mint ice cream resting on his lap. His tired eyes were bathed by the colorful radiation of his old laptop. The device ran slow and hot, sometimes struggling to perform the simplest of tasks. It was in dire need of replacement but he had too many other expenses to take care of before even considering purchasing a new one. Christmas was around the corner and he still hadn’t gone shopping. As always, he was going to leave things for the very last day and then curse himself for being in a hurry all the time. It was a vicious cycle he still hadn’t been able to break, and the odds were against him.
It was way past his bedtime. Everyone else in the chatroom had already said good night, leaving him as the sole bastion of that corner of the Internet. Many stories had been told in the last four hours but he hadn’t paid attention to any of them, his heart and mind holding on to the fragile hope that she might appear. The fear of missing out hung over him like a sharp guillotine ready to come down at any moment. It hurt and made him feel nauseated but that could also be the excessive sugar on his bloodstream talking.
The clock atop the nightstand struck three and he yawned, a sigh whispered to the dusty furniture. He had been waiting long enough and the message was clear. “Another day gone to waste…” he muttered. “Time to hit the sack, I guess.”
As he reached for the mouse to close the browser window and leave his minor obsession behind, the familiar sound of a virtual door opening echoed in his ears, and there she was, the hypnotic angel of his wildest fantasies. Though she couldn’t see him, he combed his hair with his trembling hands, straightened the denim shirt, and sat upright on the rotating chair, staring at her alias and the colorful avatar that went with it. It was the image of a beautiful woman of Russian descent with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. She sat on a silver throne clad in black latex from head to toe with a colorful spiral behind her back. The spiral didn’t move but he liked to pretend it did, its simple yet enticing patterns making him feel horny and helpless.
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