Disappearance
With her first snap, my inhibitions disappeared.
With her second snap, my clothes disappeared.
With her third snap, my ability to walk in two legs disappeared.
With her fifth snap, my free will disappeared.
What do you mean I forgot the fourth one? I really have no recollection of what you’re talking abo…
Oh, right…
This one is supposed to be funny. However, I’m running a bit of temperature and my sense of humor may be even weirder than usual so…
A Game of Triggers
It was a clean shot. Justin’s kill streak went down in flames.
“Suck it!” Mark exclaimed. He regretted it the moment he saw his friend give the joystick a fellatio. “Oops… Ellen’s triggers still run deep, huh?”
“Yes. What about yours?”
“I… hmmm…”
“Up yours, Mark!
His scream was heard in a ten block radius.
If there’s one thing I don’t like when playing a game with someone is trash talk. Competition is fine and all but insults, even if thrown in a jokingly fashion, rub me the wrong way, and can have serious consequences. It was with this in mind that the genesis of this piece came to be but, given the scope of the challenge, something else was required.
Sometimes, my shorties feature indirect forms of mind-control. Sometimes, the female character doesn’t really have an actual physical presence in the context of it all, although that doesn’t detract from her dominance in any way. This is one of those tales.
Cured
The doctor laid down her notes, adjusted her glasses.
“Feeling better, Alan?”
“Yes. I’m cured.”
“You don’t believe in aliens anymore?”
“No,” he muttered, unphased by the impression of a tentacle undulating underneath her shirt.
“Good,” she smiled as she signed his discharge papers.
Another day, another brainwashed subject. The invasion preparations were going smoothly.
No longer sick. Spent some time today reading some things I wrote way back, long before the fetish inclinations. My first attempts at fiction were all of a sci-fi nature so, as an homage to those yonder days, I came up with something with a more classic feel to it. I’m not going to tell you what I envision to have happened before this little snippet but I can give you a hint. It was something… squicky.
Stress Relief
“You’re really tense,” Meghan noted as he massaged Dean’s back.
“Stress has been killing me as of late.”
“I believe it was William James that said that the greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another.”
“Are you going to choose for me?”
“Definitely,” she began whispering in his ear.
Today’s piece is just an excuse to incorporate another famous quote. I really like doing things like that and so I did it again. Nothing kinky happens in this one but I’m sure it will once she’s done with him.