It’s Not Her Fault
Mistress Rachel looked down at her slave.
“Ready for your punishment?”
“Please don’t, Mistress…”
“I must. You disobeyed me. You didn’t have permission to cum and yet, you did.”
“But your suggestions… they…”
“Are you blaming me? Is it my fault you can’t resist hypnosis?”
“No, I…”
“Time to pay.” She reached for her whip.
In case you didn’t know it already, your Mistress is always right even when she isn’t and it’s up to you to adjust to it and not the other way around. She is in charge after all, not you. Yes, sometimes she will trick you, but that’s okay. It just makes your surrender even more delicious and she loves to fuck with your mind and body so let her and have fun, even if it hurts.
This simple piece was written with these things in mind. Now, you know what to do. It’s not her fault you can’t do it without some extra incentive, is it?
Mistress is Wonderful
“How are you, Jack?”
“Great, Frank. You?”
“Same. Your sister?”
“Mistress is wonderful.”
“Mistress?”
“How else would I call my owner?”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“She’s in charge so… yes.”
“Okay… I have to go.”
“Are you sure? Mistress would love to talk to you.”
“Yes, I’m…”
Jack pierced Frank’s neck with a syringe.
300 days in Year 5 and the records keep on coming. Today was a very busy day for me as I got called to work on an emergency despite being my day off. Ended up staying there all day and wrote this one as I was heading home. When you’re completely under another person’s thrall, it’s only natural you become a “recruiter”, too. Poor Frank never stood a chance.
Not What He Asked For
Cameron’s lips moved very slowly as if they were covered in glue.
“Arms… legs… stuck. What… did… you…?”
“Do to you? Hypnotize you just like you wanted me to, of course.” Chloe responded
“Didn’t… ask… this.”
“I know, but human statues are hot. Be quiet now.”
She adjusted his position in the corridor and smiled.
Impromptu number… I have absolutely no idea. I actually like human statues. On one of the busiest streets around here, it was usual to see street performers impersonating all sorts of cultural icons to attract tourists and passersby. I always admired the effort and dedication they put into it, especially with all the heavy makeup and such. Nowadays, because of the pandemic, you don’t really see them around that much. It’s something I could never do and the idea of being hypnotized into becoming one doesn’t appeal to me either but this was the story that came to me today, so…
Wonderful Meals
Will took another bite.
“Your dishes keep getting worse, Lara. This tastes like shit!” He exclaimed.
She tapped the table “Try again.”
“Best steak ever!”
“Now, the rice.”
“The glue, you mean?”
She tapped the table again.
“Hmmm… heavenly.”
“You’re such a good subject.” She purred.
And she hadn’t even brought out the cat food…
I mentioned a few days ago I’ve fed my fair share of stray cats over the years, didn’t I? Well, I did it again, today. There’s this cute black and white cat that follows me around sometimes when I come back from work. I can’t adopt him because of the dogs but that doesn’t stop me from giving him something when I can.
This piece was written while I waited for dinner to get ready and I guess food and cat food got mixed, somehow.