Downfall
There once was a man called Hyde
Who was quite shrew and snide
And with his trusted cane
He fried too many a brain
Of women, with pride.
Then, out of sapphire blue,
A female power shone through.
Her regal words pierced his soul
To take complete control.
Now, he’s a pet in her zoo.
Sinistrus Bohemius Hyde is a villainous character of mine, an “alter-ego” of sorts. While I love the ideas of female dominance, hypnosis and mind control, he dreams of turning every woman into a slave to his whims. I channeled the character on a couple of occasions, especially for role-play purposes, but that’s way in the past now. He disappeared from my mind a while ago. I wrote this piece in limerick style to “explain” why.
Forever in Dreams
“What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.” Annabeth quoted as she leaned, seductively. “Want to dream with me?”
“I already am,” Saul confessed, her sparkling eyes pulling him down.
The following piece was inspired by the works of 17th-century Spanish dramatist, poet, and writer Pedro Calderón de la Barca, depicted in the image above. Another example of me using specific quotes in completely different contexts.
Sometimes, Sh@# Happens… on Purpose!
“Yes, Mrs. Sanderson, we received the mp3s in question and reviewed them accordingly, even going against company’s policies. And no, we’re still not paying for your husband’s surgery but all of the associates are more than eager to try out your new toys, especially The Black Monstrosity and The Swizzle Stick From Hell. Thank you!”
A sequel to an old piece, written before I started doing the daily challenge thing. It went like this:
Sometimes, Sh@# Happens…
“No, Mrs. Sanderson. I’m afraid your husband’s insurance policy doesn’t cover accidents caused by or related to states of hypnosis or erotic mind control in general. The cost of the surgery for the removal of that jumbo-sized dildo will have to come out of your pocket. Please, let’s not discuss this ever again, thank you!”
Don’t ask me why I was reminded of it today, I don’t really know, but I thought it would be somewhat funny to turn the tables a bit, so…
Exotic Perfume
She sat at the end of the room, sipping a beverage unknown. The sound of saxophone filled the air.
He approached her, lips trembling, drawn to her exotic perfume.
“Care to dance?” He asked.
“Only if I get to lead…” She replied, eyes locked on his.
“Please do!” He implored.
And the music played on.
Another bit of subtlety, written as I was listening to the musical piece below. It’s from the 25th Anniversary Edition of Blade Runner‘s soundtrack. I find it to be hauntingly beautiful.