The Best Part
The music playing softly was unlike anything Jordan had ever heard. He sat on the leather sofa, closed his eyes, and whispered, dreamily.
“Amazing, Di. You really outdid yourself this time.”
“And we still haven’t reached the best part yet…” She smiled.
Jordan perked his ears, spiraling notes sinking in. The symphony of obedience began.
Music is my greatest love besides writing and many of my creations are inspired by it. One of my favorite albums of all time is Karma by Delerium. I listen to it regularly as I find it quite mesmerizing through and through. I listened to it on my way to work today and when my favorite piece started playing, I scribbled this one.
You can hear it below. If you’re not familiar with the album, you should definitely listen to the whole thing and add it to your collection. Please enjoy.
Lucky Day
The one-hundred-dollar bill lay outside Samuel’s porch. Picking it up, he muttered:
“My lucky day!”
Warm sunlight filtered between his fingers, traces of fresh hypnotic ink glowing. He immediately froze in place.
Ten minutes later, a van stopped before his vacant eyes. Mistress was behind the wheel, and the slave black market awaited them both.
So… yesterday, as I took my dogs out for their evening walk, I found a twenty Euro bill the moment I walked out the door. Finding money on the street is an incredibly rare occurrence. Not that I mind though. It’s enough to feed my dogs for a month. As I picked it up, a dark fantasy crossed my mind: what if the bill was drugged? What if the mere act of picking it up would cause my whole body to freeze, and my thoughts to turn to mush?
I couldn’t write this one yesterday but did it today. Would you like for something like this to happen to you?
The Bitches Keep on Winning
The trials were a bust.
“Fuck!” Alan screamed.
“Problems with the vaccine, sir?” His secretary, Anne, asked.
“Yes. Sadly, the crazy bitches keep on winning.”
“But of course…” she smirked. “The Submissive Virus can’t be stopped.”
“They got you too?” He sighed.
“And now it’s your turn…”
A cloud of purple gas flooded the office.
Felt like writing something with an even darker edge today and this was the first thing that came to mind. I suppose that the fact that there seems to be no end in sight for this pandemic contributed a little to it though a submissive virus would be far more appealing than what is going on throughout the globe.
A Single Round
The taste of flesh and blood was still fresh in his mouth.
“Biting your opponent’s ear, Mr. Tyson? That’s not very sportsmanlike, is it?” The time-traveling hypnotist noted.
“Who cares?” He growled.
“I do. You have anger issues or should I say… had?” She grabbed her pendant.
He didn’t last a single round with her.
On June 28, 1997, Mike Tyson bit Evander Holyfield’s ear in the third round of their heavyweight rematch. The attack led to his disqualification from the match and suspension from boxing. It’s been more than twenty years but I remember the images of that day as if it were yesterday and decided to play a bit with it. As you know by now, Horatia has a particular sense of justice, and hypnotizing men to be more amenable creatures is part of it. Perhaps if she were real, Mike Tyson would have never had his career go down the drain after this and a series of other unfortunate events. I hate boxing but I love dominant women so…