The Punishment Continues
Xavier couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.
“Please, Willa!” He sobbed, snot dripping. “When is this going to stop?”
“When you finally admit to yourself you exist only as my brainwashed servant.” His sister retorted. “Until then, the punishment continues. Eyes on the screen!”
“NO!” He screamed in anguish as the Dallas re-runs continued.
I’ve never seen Dallas (and yes, that applies to the remake as well) so I can’t really attest to the quality of the show despite what the piece implies. I do remember when it was on, I remember my mother used to follow it for a bit but I was too young for those kinds of things and was much more interested in cartoons than shows about oil tycoons and whatnot.
When I started writing this one, I had no idea what the punishment would be but this popped into my head, and… it’s silly, I know, but I had fun so I hope you did, too.
A Gift to Be Unwrapped
Derrick answered the phone and his thoughts froze.
“M-Marsha?” He trembled.
“Mistress. Happy Valentine’s Day. Time for your performance.”
“We’re no longer together, I won’t…”
“… resist? I know. You never do. I’ll be waiting.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Every year was the same, a gift to be unwrapped. Derrick turned on his webcam and began to strip.
It’s Valentine’s Day and while this year I wasn’t exactly in the mood to run a week-long event about it, I always highlight the date in some fashion within this challenge so… I just improvised this one. Do you want to perform for her, too?
Ridiculous
Herbert loved Frank but he was completely pussy-whipped. How hard was it to say ‘no’ to his girlfriend, anyway?
He laughed as he watched his friend carry ten bags worth of shopping. He was still doing it when his girlfriend looked him in the eyes and said:
“Credit card.”
“Yes, dear,” Herbert replied, mind blank.
Another improvised piece. I had to go grocery shopping today earlier in the morning and saw a man carrying all the bags while the woman just looked pretty in the car. I thought of writing something based on it but when I got down to it, I changed a few things and this piece was born.
Messed Up
Alan played back the video from the beginning.
“This is messed up!” He muttered. Dennis was drooling while a dozen women fucked his holes into oblivion.
“And yet, you’re hard…” His thoughts betrayed him. “And you’ll watch this again, and again until you’re brainwashed like your brother.
Alan played back the video from the beginning.
I didn’t go to work, today. My day job is officially suspended until the beginning of March because of the lockdown/pandemic. It was kind of weird to spend all day at home today but I’ve kept busy working on some e-books and other things. I wrote a dozen micro-fiction drafts, for instance. I then chose the dirtiest of them all to be today’s official challenge piece. Why? Not really sure. Just felt like it though I wouldn’t watch such a video, that’s for sure.