Passed Out
William opened his eyes. An angel was talking to him.
“Are you okay?”
“What happened?”
“You were unconscious for about ten minutes.”
“I was?”
“Yes. What happened?”
“Probably a blood pressure drop or something.”
“Probably. Do you know who I am?”
“Yes. You’re my Mistress.”
“Wonderful.” She smiled. The memory implantation had gone as planned.
So… something happened today about three hours ago. I had just arrived home from work when I started feeling dizzy. I went to the bathroom, leaned against the wall closest to the toilet, closed my eyes and… then opened them, feeling a bit startled. The wall clock didn’t move so I believe I was unconscious for a few seconds.
I’ve had a few blood pressure drops incidents over the years. Not many, about four in 25 years and what I felt today was consistent with that. Not sure what triggered it but I was a bit hazy after a while and even had to delay walking the dogs for a bit until I was feeling better. I am now so, hopefully nothing serious although if it happens again in a short time span, I may need to go see a doctor, something I don’t really want to do with all the pandemic craziness going on. We’re getting hit pretty hard now.
Anyway, I wrote this one just now with some of this in mind but i had to add a kinky twist of course. Would you like for this to happen to you?
No Other Life
It rose from bed, looked at itself in the mirror, and asked:
“Does this form have a name?”
“Yes. It’s called Slave.” Jackie replied, admiring its naked form.
“Has it always been called that?”
“Yes. Slave never had any other designation, no other life. Slave accepts this. Slave obeys.”
“Always.” It repeated, wedding ring glimmering.
Complete improvisation. People often say marriage is a prison, that once you get married, you become your wife’s bitch, happy wife, happy life, and all that jazz so why not make something out of it but have it be true in a hot yet creepy way? This is what came of it and you need not remember anything else.
Void
Richard opened the front door of his house and stared beyond the threshold, seeing only a black void. Emily was right. He had his doubts before but not anymore. Nothing existed except the two of them, and she was Queen Supreme.
His purpose in life renewed, he then returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Another impromptu. Perception defines our world. If said perception is altered in some way, so does our view of the world. Brainwashing often begins with isolation techniques and perception shifts. I mentioned name changes in the past to create dissociation but altering the surroundings can also lead to that, especially with some hypnosis added to the mix. That was the core of this one. Does it make sense to you?