Wrong Password
The password was wrong. Again. Jonathan had tried all possible combinations already, to no avail. Had Lana tampered with it? Perhaps. What was she into? What she could have…? Ah, of course! Hypnoslave. She loved that. She craved that. She needed that. She…
She was him. Lana thanked her Mistress and sank deep into trance.
I’m enjoying a bit of a break over the weekend in over to avoid creative burnout. As such, I’ve been letting my thoughts wander more than usual, simply enjoying the flow of things. When one does that, sometimes memories become hazy. I fumbled a password I know by heart three times in a row because my mind was elsewhere, and used that as the basis for this one.
Yes, the piece is somewhat confusing on purpose, a little bit of misdirection that I hope worked out for you. Jonathan and Lana are the same person, two different personalities brought about by trance. What one does the other doesn’t remember all that well because, in the end, it’s easier to forget, isn’t it?
Have you ever become someone else in trance, lived a different life, had a different name? What if that were permanent? Would you like that? Would you crave that with every fiber of your being? Hmmm… food for thought.
Surprise Party
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Did you throw a surprise birthday party for me last night?”
“Perhaps I did… why?”
“I don’t remember anything that happened.”
“You don’t? The poor horse is going to be disappointed.”
“What horse?”
“Sorry, I meant kangaroo.”
“What kangaroo?”
“Never mind,”
His real birthday party next week was going to be amazing.
Yesterday, I called a friend of mine to congratulate her on her birthday. She was very sweet about it before reminding me I was one week early. I don’t know how I got the dates mixed up but I did. Today, another person I know celebrates her birthday, I think, so it’s safe to say those are on my mind.
I was never much for surprise birthday parties while growing up. I guess it’s because, sometimes, I react poorly to unexpected things, even when they’re meant to be good ones, so my birthdays were always rather subdued affairs, and none of them had any animals involved, other than my dogs, that is.
I wrote this one just for the fun of it. I’ve been told recently that Alexandra has a rather childish sense of humor, sometimes, and I suppose that’s right, but I’m not apologizing for it. I like her shenanigans because they’re cute little fantasies, that’s all. I hope you like them, too.
Super Slave Maker Deluxe
Impossible platforming, death-defying leaps, colorful explosions galore… Henry loved his new addiction.
The more he played it, the less he thought. The more he played it, the more Joyce smiled.
He worshiped her. Obeying her was bliss beyond compare. He would always follow her lead.
Why was the game called Super Slave Maker Deluxe again?
As most of you know already when it comes to videogames, I’m mostly a Nintendo fan. I can play games from other companies just fine but I love Mario, I love Zelda, I love Metroid, I love Donkey Kong, etc, etc.
If you’ve been following the gaming news recently then you also know that Nintendo was going to have one of their video presentations – a Nintendo Direct – last week to talk about their upcoming software releases. Because of the earthquake that hit the Hokkaido region, their presentation was postponed to an unannounced later date leaving millions of fans wondering what was all about, and then thousands of so-called “leaks” started to happen.
The “leak” game is always fun because of how absurd it gets. People clamoring for attention come up with the most egregious rumors to see which one sticks. Every now and then, I look at those “leaks” just for laughs. One thing that people have been talking for ages is that Super Mario Maker is set for a return on Switch soon and yes, the title for this one came from that game. The rest was my kinky imagination acting out again.
As far as I know, Mario games are harmless, but who doesn’t love the idea of a mind-controlling software, a game that enslaves you little by little to a dominant woman until you’re nothing but her mindfucked pupp… oops, got a little carried away there, didn’t I? Super Slave Maker Deluxe should be a thing, just saying. One day, I’ll make it come true.
Funny Water
“This water tastes funny,” Cameron noted.
“What does it tastes like?” Agatha asked.
“Like piss, actually.”
“Oh? And how do you know what piss tastes like?”
“Hmmm… I don’t know.”
“Allow me to jog your memory,” she grinned, playing with her pocket watch.
“Shit!”
He shouldn’t have said that. His mouth tasted funny for months.
Perhaps this falls into the realm of TMI but please bear with me as it’s relevant to the plot. So… they’re doing some maintenance on the water pipes outside my house today but I didn’t know that until I tried taking a shower early in the morning only to be greeted by yellow, stinky water everywhere. It wasn’t pretty. And yes, my mouth still tastes funny.
Because of that, I had all sorts of dirty thoughts throughout the day, thoughts that eventually came to life in this piece. No, golden showers aren’t for me and neither are the other ones because that’s too extreme but this is just a dirty piece of fiction and certainly not one of the worst I’ve written. If it was too much for you, I apologize. If not, I hope you had fun.