No Parking
The policewoman tapped on the driver’s window.
“Yes, Officer?” Conrad asked.
“This is a no parking zone. You either pay a fine right now or…”
“Yes?”
“… you let me mindfuck you because I’m horny.”
“Ah,” he grabbed his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling my boss to let him know I’ll be late for work.”
Earlier today as I was walking to work, I saw a policewoman getting ready to fine a couple of vehicles for illegal parking and this random little thing came to me but I was only able to post it now. It was quite the long day.
Deamonica
Once hidden by glamour, the velvet red horns were now visible in-between her wavy hair.
“Demon!” Jay spat.
“Goddess…” Monica smiled.
“Whatever… I will never worship you, foul creature!”
“Right…” Her dark tail swung from side to side, first capturing his eyes and then his mind. “You were saying?”
“May I please lick your pussy?”
In the mood for something with a supernatural vibe today. At the same time, I wanted to use the punny name I came up with for the title as well. In case you haven’t figured it out it’s simultaneously a riff on the word demonica but also a way of saying Goddess Monica for Dea means goddess in Latin.
Would you worship a supernatural creature like her? Oh, of course you would. It’s not like you have any choice otherwise.
Lucky Bastard
“Alan?” His father said. “I thought you were dead!”
“I’ve never been more alive,” he replied.
“What happened?”
“After the crash, a woman nursed me back to health. Then, she brainwashed me and turned into her slave. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go drain my bank account.”
“Lucky bastard…” his father mumbled.
This piece was inspired by a dream. However, I didn’t dream this was happening to me but rather that I was watching a movie on TV where something like this took place. I’m pretty sure the words I wrote aren’t exactly the ones I dreamt about but the general idea is certainly there. I’m also sure many of you would love to be in Alan’s shoes, right?
All Yours
Jenna sat on the couch, legs wide open.
“You need this, don’t you, boy?”
“Y-yes,” Frank stammered.
“Beg then.”
“Please, Mistress. I need it! Please let me have it!”
“All yours,” she threw him the apron she’d been hiding under her ass much to his confusion.
“You win again,” he conceded.
Domme 327, slave 0.
Before you ask, no, I don’t like begging. Asking respectfully for something is one thing and if the answer is no then the answer is no. Going out of my way in an ever-descending spiral of humiliation via begging doesn’t sit well with me but I’m quite aware many people enjoy it and thrive on it.
I wrote this for them but also for a little bit of fun because begging doesn’t always get you what you want/crave/need. Sometimes, Dommes mindfuck you so hard you think you’re begging for one thing and end up getting another completely different instead. The tactics vary but the results are the same. Dommes always win.