How Deep Are You?
Megan held two dresses. One had a spiraling pattern, the other a set of vertical stripes.
“Which one?” She asked her boss.
“Hmmm…”
“Never mind. It’s always spirals with you. How deep are you, pet?”
“V-very,” he slurred.
“Prove it then.”
Wallet in his mouth, he crawled to the counter. Everyone in the store laughed.
One more impromptu this one triggered after seeing a young couple inside a store on my way to work. She was clearly in charge of the spree, he was looking rather bored, wallet in hand. I figured that wasn’t enough so added a little bit of hypno-kink to the mix.
Fond Memories
Detective Connors glanced at the chained prisoner, numbered gold card in hand.
“Fuck! You know…” He muttered.
“I helped design the training program years ago. Drone slaves were my thing then.”
“And now?”
“They still are. Why do you think you’re in my dungeon instead of the precinct?
The trigger made his world go dark.
Not all ideas I have, end up becoming full-length stories. Some are quietly put aside only seen on rare occasions. This is but one of them.
Sometime during February last year, I scribbled some notes for a possible tale that involved a drone training program, a fiery police detective and a particular type of card those who had been converted had to keep on them at all time in case a superior human wanted to use them. I never got far with the concept for one reason or another but today I did something with it just because…
Spare
“What do you think of the new place?” Caroline asked.
“It’s great!” Dahlia replied.
“And the bathroom?”
“That’s… something! How the fuck did you convince your husband to serve as your toilet?”
“Hypnosis, dear. I’ve been training him for months now.”
“That’s hot!”
“Glad you approve.”
“Why?”
“I’ll be needing a spare soon…” she winked.
Just felt like writing something nasty. In good honesty, anything like this is way outside my own personal boundaries but some people like it to the extreme so… if you’re one of them, I hope you liked the dirty fantasy. If you’re not, I hope you’ll come back tomorrow for something more light-hearted.
Malfunction
Samuel’s wristwatch gave out the warning.
“Protections deactivated. Subject is now vulnerable to mental rewiring. Immediate countermeasures required.”
“Damn!” he touched the back of his neck. It was the third malfunction in less than a month. He had been lucky so far but…
The predatory woman’s eyes hit him almost instantly. His brain stopped working.
Another piece that perhaps could become something else in the future. I improvised it on the spot but, as I was doing so, I envisioned a dystopian society where mind-controllers run amok and the only way a person can hope to keep their thoughts intact is through the use of a proprietary technology that negates their abilities… until it fails. There’s more to it, I’m sure of it but so far this is what came to mind.