The Itch
“God, this fucking itch!” Kevin screamed.
“Hurts like hell, right?” Marie smirked, e-cigarette in hand.
“You know it does. Mistress, what did I do to deserve this?”
“Nothing, pet. Just feeling sadistic but you can take it for me, can’t you?”
“Hmm…” He moaned as the suggestions became stronger and his skin turned blood red.
Don’t you just hate it when you have an itch you can’t get rid of? It’s particularly damning if it’s in a part of your body where it’s difficult to reach like your back for instance and it can be quite painful and unpleasant because of it. It’s been a while since I had one of those but when they happen, I really don’t like them.
Anyway, today I had this strange idea that making her subs go through such an experience could be a way for a hypnodomme to indulge in some of her sadistic tendencies. While this is a piece of fiction, it probably already happened in real life, who knows? Next time you feel the need to scratch, make sure you’re not doing it on suggestion.
Changed Forever
Jonathan laughed as he glanced at the alarm clock. 2 am.
“At midnight, your life will change forever.” Rachel had said but, as always, she was full of shit. Nothing had happened. Nothing ever would.
He rolled to the side, head leaning against the pet cage’s bars, all memories of past freedom forgotten for good.
The description says it all: impromptu. I spent most of the day resting to get my energy levels back up again and when the time came to write something down to keep the challenge going, this was the first thing that came to mind. Nothing happened, of course. Jonathan was always a slave.
How about you?
The Vegetarian’s Revenge
Stacy’s mother called her oldest daughter and said:
“I thought you had quit the whole hypnosis business.”
“I did,” Chloe replied.
“Then why did your father just get home believing he’s a chicken?”
“Jenna took over, and she’s a vegetarian now.”
“Fuck!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I invited her for dinner and have turkey in the oven.”
As I mentioned a few times recently, I’m slowly transitioning to a more vegetarian lifestyle. I’m not ready to quit meat altogether just yet but it’s something that’s been occupying less and less space in the fridge for a while now. I’m about to get dinner ready for my mother and me who just got discharged from the hospital following her operation and this silly little thing came to me so I had to put it down into words.
He Died Happy
Everyone was crying at Todd’s funeral except Frank.
“How can you be so insensitive? That’s your baby brother in that casket!” His mother slapped him.
“I know he died happy,” Frank shrugged.
When the service was over, he stood at the cemetery’s entrance, called his Hypnodomme, and asked:
“Goddess, how much for an Impossible Orgasm?”
Good question. Not really sure. I wrote it shortly after coming home from work. The idea was just there. It’s not the first time I’ve toyed with the concept of death by orgasm, it probably won’t be the last.