Procrastination
“I’ll hypnotize you tomorrow,” Janice said.
“But…”
“Tomorrow, okay?”
The following day…
“My head hurts. I’ll hypnotize you tomorrow.”
The following day…
“Not in the mood. I’ll hypnotize you tomorrow.”
Two-hundred and fifty-two days later…
“I’ve got great news, Bill.”
“Such as…?”
“I’ll hypnotize you tomorrow.”
“Sigh…”
It’s going to be a very long year.
Something tells me things aren’t exactly what they seem in this one. Who knows, maybe even the title of the piece is wrong. A little bit of dry humor for you all. I hope you’re sitting comfortably because the wait is going to be long… unless you don’t believe her at all, that is. Your choice.
Acid
“I hate you,” Matt confessed. “You ransack my mind and shatter my thoughts. Your words are pure acid and yet all I want is to follow them into oblivion. Why?”
“Because being deprived of choice…” Kimberly kicked him hard. “… is better than everything else.”
Helplessly humiliated, he knelt to lick the blood off her heel.
I felt like writing something dark today, and so I did. It’s certainly not something that appeals to me on any level, but I follow inspiration wherever it leads me and that’s never going to change.
Showers
Omar’s journey started with a meteor shower, streaks of light filling the skies.
Then came a hypnotic shower as Piper’s words harmonized with the patterns above. Every single one made sense, becoming a part of who he was. He listened and obeyed.
Soon, the night will end, but the showers begin anew.
She loves gold.
Today was one of those days where ideas refused to manifest themselves no matter how much I tried. A casual chat with my friends Milo and Yoohoo (thank you both!) changed all that and it all began with the word shower. The rest is the result of kinkiness coming out to play. Again, not really my thing but I respect every single form of play. If that should be the case, enjoy, but don’t forget to clean yourselves afterward, okay?
The Plot Does Not Thicken
This tale takes place in a city. In it, a woman hypnotizes a man. The method of control is a covert one. It ends with the man deep in trance, forced to kiss her ass until his lips grow numb. If you don’t like it, you shouldn’t have used a random plot generator online. Next!
Have you ever used one of those online story generators? I may have clicked on one or two over the years just for the fun of it, but that’s it. Today’s piece was inspired by these tools and it’s as dumb as it gets. After two humiliation pieces in a row, I figured it was time to go back to something humorous again. Please forgive the silliness