Bigger
Liam looked down and then at Jessica who couldn’t stop laughing and exclaimed:
“You know bigger doesn’t always mean better, right?”
“I do, but I just love it. It’s perfect.” The young witch replied.
“For what? How can this monstrosity be useful to you?”
Drying her wet clothes by the fireplace was certainly a start.
One way to control and humiliate a man is by belittling the size of his dick. I’m not overly fond of SPH but I did write a few pieces concerning it in previous challenge entries over the years. Today, I got the opposite idea so you can call this one a Big Penis Humiliation piece because it’s true that bigger doesn’t always mean better but, in this particular supernatural venture, it certainly means more useful. Are you laughing imagining the scene right now?
Good Talk
Daniel approached the edge of the swimming pool where his girlfriend was sunbathing and said:
“We need to talk.”
“Do we? She shrugged.
“Yes. I’m tired of serving you. We’re done!”
Felicia smirked and pointed downwards, sending his mind plummeting down again.
“You were saying?”
“I’m going to clean the pool’s filters now.”
“Good talk.”
Some people say resistance is a bitch. I say I love it but most of the time it’s pretty fucking useless, especially if your conditioning runs deep enough. Try as you may, you always succumb and the truth is things won’t clean themselves. That’s the servant’s role and you want to fulfill your role, don’t you? Yes, you do. And you will. Less talking and more cleaning now. That’s what she wants.
In His Bones
Wallace stopped to catch his breath and muttered:
“Why is it so cold?”
“It’s not.” Marcia chirped.
“I can feel it in my bones!”
“Do you believe your bones more than me?” She pierced his thoughts with her magnetic stare.
“No… never, Mistress!”
“Good. resume.”
He nodded and continued jogging in the snow, completely naked.
The cold temperatures continue around here and have no intention of stopping soon. My fingers are already a bit swollen because of some lingering chilblains but it doesn’t hurt yet at least. Whether I like it or not – I don’t! – this is the Winter we’re getting so I might use as well use it as a source of inspiration.
This one was a bit mean, I admit, and I’m already shivering just thinking about the idea of being in Wallace’s feet. I’ve seen people jog naked in the snow before in still images and news reports but there’s no way I would ever do such a thing, hypnosis or not. What about you?
You Were the Law
The last male Governor of Planet Earth screamed like a madman as he was being dragged through the capital’s streets, naked.
“You can’t do this! I’m the Law!”
“Were.” General Withers retorted. “Soon, you’ll be just another manservant.”
The remaining women in her party smiled as they approached the front door of The Conditioning Center.
I’ve written several pieces about futuristic female-led societies before. For instance, the tales of the New Amazonian Movement that appear in my flash fiction volumes are reflections of that.
Today, I felt like writing something of the sort and the idea of a man being forcefully dragged to be reprogrammed by the new female rulers of the world was the first thing that came to me so I built the snippet around it. You wouldn’t mind sharing his fate, right?