A Mistress Goes Shopping
Trish walked around the mall, smiling.
A few steps behind came Dan and his credit cards, followed by the human grocery bag, Tim.
Further in the back, trailed a tanned man, ensnared by her ass. He was sneezing all the time but remained blank-eyed and obedient.
“Rudolph, the red-nosed thrall, is that you?” She laughed.
With Christmas approaching, I decided to write a few pieces about it, each with different vibes. This was the first, and it’s perhaps a bit too silly.
The Goddess’ Show
“Do you understand now? Everything you’ve done, everyone you talked to, all the people you think you know… that was all me! You’ve been living in my world all along… what do you have to say about that?” the Goddess said.
“The show must go on…” Andrew knelt, shattered from within by devotion and bliss.
The ultimate mindfuck? A while ago, I wanted to write a story that focused on this slow descent where each interaction of a man both online and offline proved to be carefully constructed by his Mistress to take him further down into her grasp. It would be a sort of extremely kinky version of The Truman Show, if you’re familiar with the movie. However, instead of leaving when he discovered the truth like Truman does, my character would no longer be able to resist the conditioning and remain dutifully enslaved. It would be a dark piece and honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever get down to it, but the basis of the concept can live on in a shortie at least.
One Family’s Christmas List
“This Christmas, I want a dollhouse!” screamed the youngest daughter.
“This Christmas, I want a tablet,” said the middle one.
“This Christmas, I want my own car,” declared the oldest.
“This Christmas, I want to turn my husband into a mindless automaton,” giggled the mother.
“Unit Alec-39 ready and waiting for instructions,” droned the father.
More Christmas, more silliness. I have no list of my own as I stopped celebrating the occasion a while ago. Just tossing ideas around and trying to have a bit of fun with them.
The Extra Word
“There’s an extra word in this tale!” She protested.
“Where?” He replied, flustered.
“On the line below this one.”
Yes, she was right. “Resistance” stood out in the middle, complicating simple things. Silently, he erased it as their eyes met, took a deep breath, and then…
… submitted story and mind, on his hands and knees.
Kind of breaking the fourth wall on this one, but not quite. Trimming is definitely a thing that happens often when writing these though. Removing a word controls the flow of the story. Removing a thought within the word controls the mind.