Typing Slave
“T-ten thousand lines?” Derrick gasped.
“That’s the price of disobedience,” Cassandra declared.
“But I’ll never be able to…”
“You’ll type ’til you drop… slave!” She hissed.
“Yes, Mistress,” he muttered as he began reproducing her commands.
He dropped into a trance after two hundred lines.
It would only take one before the week was done.
A very late update because I had a very busy day. Most of it was doing genuinely boring things but, sometimes, that’s work for you. The repetitive nature of some tasks is certainly a good mind to condition one’s thoughts. This piece is about one possible way to do such a thing.
IKD
The calendar atop Marcia’s desk had the following message scribbled in red lipstick: International Kissing Day. What better occasion to test her new mesmerizing lip gloss?
Leaving her office, she kissed three people. They felt compelled to kiss her in return.
Her boss kissed her feet.
His assistant kissed her ass.
His wife kissed her…
The story behind this piece is simple. One of my online acquaintances made a remark about today’s date and how he was going to use it to try his luck with some of the girls around his office. As he mentioned that, my brain started pulling me in a similar, yet totally different direction. Kissing as a way of influencing someone is a very sexy notion to me so it was quite easy to make the overall idea work. The ending is left open but I’m sure you can fill in the blanks yourselves.
Dedication?
“More extra hours?! Your dedication to this company is impressive, Jonathan, ” his boss declared.
“Less dedication and more fear, Mr. Adams.”
“Oh?”
“If I go home, my wife is going to hypnotize and enslave… Mr. Adams, what are you…?” he gulped as he began being dragged across the office.
“Driving you home, you lucky bastard!”
Another late update, courtesy of work and a dinner that went on for far too long. This piece was partially written on a napkin in the midst of a toast and carefully hidden from view before anyone dared to ask what was going on. Once more, someone seems a bit too eager in this scenario which leads me to believe he probably wants some too… I wish you all a good weekend.
Missing a Deadline
“Clark, where’s that draft you promised me?”
“Apologies, Amelia, but my Hypnotic Mistress has been keeping me busy and…”
“Did you just say ‘your Hypnotic Mistress’?”
“Yeah, kind of hard to write when she keeps playing mind games on me.”
“Really? And does your Mistress have a name, dear?”
“Sure. Her name is Ameli… Shit!”
Today’s humorous entry was made possible by the suggestion of a friend of mine, me-chan (go visit his site, will you?). I was pondering on what to write and he mentioned “missing a deadline” as well as a few possible story-lines to be construed from it. I used the gist of it and added my spin to it. The life of a writer can be difficult when there’s mind-control involved, but it’s also entertaining at least.