Back to Normal
Lucas glanced at the calendar and sighed with relief. After four years of senseless misinformation and foolish attempts to subvert reality, a new government had been sworn in, promising blissful days ahead.
He turned on the TV and smiled when spirals engulfed his mind. “Men are slaves”, the screen said.
Everything was back to normal.
Yesterday, Donald Trump ceased to be President of the United States, and Joe Biden was sworn in. I’m not American but I’m glad the orange prick is gone. His “Presidency” was a disaster and so were his lies that ultimately led to the vicious Capitol attacks not to mention the hundreds of thousands of dead on his watch because of a failed coronavirus response. While some will miss him, I’m not one of them.
I used some of the hallmarks of his tenure to construct the opening part of this piece but then flipped the switch to a femdom-oriented worldview because this challenge – and this site! – celebrates women, after all. Some truths can’t be denied. You will be brainwashed too.
Perfect Bath
David entered the tub and smiled. The water temperature was perfect and Bethany’s salts smelled amazing. As he lay there, he imagined her voice telling him it was okay to submit, yet it was just a beautiful fantasy, nothing more.
Fifteen minutes later, he left the bathroom and crawled to her bed, eager to serve.
I used to love relaxing in the tub, back in the days when I had one, but that was more than twenty years ago. Now, it’s just showers all the way and while they’re nice, it doesn’t compare with getting a tub full and then laying there for a while, soaking in everything and relaxing in the process. With some hypnotic salts and a warm feminine voice added to the mix, well…
Anyway, not really sure why I wrote this one but I did. Would you like to have a bath like this?
Blinding Light
The inscription on the handle of the ancient obsidian dagger was clear:
“Any man who wields it will unleash the apocalypse,” Professor Harris translated.
“Man, you say?” His protege, Johanna, smirked, taking it for herself “It’s a good thing I’m not one then.”
Blinding light enveloped the altar, awakening the irresistible Goddess within.
Paradise began.
Impromptus are all the rage, nowadays. Had a very busy day at work today and barely had time to breathe, let alone think. This came to me as I was having dinner, scribbled it down, and then got to post it after taking care of the dogs and my swollen fingers. The chilblains continue to haunt me. They will only get better when the cold weather subsides but that doesn’t seem it’s going to happen anytime soon so it seems I’ll continue to take longer to do simple things such as typing so as to not hurt myself even more. Regardless, the challenge will continue, and the site will not stop being updated, you have my word.
Whatever Made Her Happy
Camryn snapped her fingers and said:
“Open your eyes and tell me if you like what you see.”
Edwin loved it. It was all stunning: the hair, the boobs, the nails… he drifted deeper.
“It’s absolutely perfect, Goddess.”
“Good. I’ll be calling you Edwina from now on.”
“Of course.” He acquiesced. Whatever made her happy.
Yet another piece that doesn’t have a clear inspiration source as I wrote the first idea that came to mind when the time came to continue this challenge. I do it a lot because impromptus are fun. In fact, many of my longer stories start as improvised ideas I commit to paper – or keyboard, in this case – growing organically as I go along. I’ve lost count of how many pieces I’ve written this way, especially in this daily challenge seeing we’re already way past 1800 now and the number will keep on growing.
Anyway, do you want to be turned into a woman by your Goddess? If so, ask nicely, and maybe, she’ll indulge you. If she doesn’t, be sure to serve her to the best of your abilities anyway for she is your superior and rightful owner. Don’t forget your place.