Vitamins Are Good For Him (And You)
Francis got up and poured himself a glass of water.
For three months now, Johanna’s multi-vitamin cocktail was the only thing that kept him going, and he was so very grateful.
For drinking it every day.
For drifting into subspace without hesitation.
For being fucked senselessly while she laughed over his drooping body.
Want some?
Another late update was bound to happen sooner or later because work has been keeping me pretty busy as of late.
Still, even in the midst of hectic days, a part of my brain is always working on something to keep the spirit of this challenge going. Having been recently prescribed a multi-vitamin complex to give me more energy to keep things rolling as smoothly as possible, I found it an invigorating source of inspiration. It’s a special recipe, one I can’t share with you just like that. You’re going to have to work for it, perhaps even beg, if you’re into that sort of thing. If you’re not, something tells me you will be, sooner or later. May you have more than enough vitality to spare and until tomorrow.
Withdrawal
Another day, another migraine.
Pain. Acute. Intense. Excruciating.
Nathaniel sat at the edge of the bed, missing the impossible.
The tears had dried yet he could still hear them falling.
Her voice was gone, her commands were gone, the bliss was gone.
He remained, mind split open, the wind blowing through.
Another day, another migraine.
Today’s piece is about missing something and someone. It’s also about addiction. And it’s also about consequences and the circularity of it all, plus a million of other things that can be hard to swallow. The worlds of fetish, hypnosis and mind control are certainly no strangers to phenomena such as these. No particular inspiration behind it other than the fact that I wanted to touch the subject in one of my pieces of micro-fiction and now I have.
Almost Hypnotic
Claudia worked the pole, tirelessly, stripping clothes and inhibitions with a twist of her hips, and a vigorous shake of her ass. She loved taking center stage in every man’s libido and watch them drool in ecstasy.
“You’re almost hypnotic,” Greg muttered, head growing as light as his wallet.
“Almost?” She grinned, pulling him deeper.
Today’s entry is quite simple and the base idea behind it is hardly new but simple things are often more effective than their opposite and every single concept in existence is allowed to live a million lives in the imagination of writers and artists alike. Pole dancing is hypnotic, don’t you think?
Point Blank
“You raped me!” Alex spat.
“You wanted me to…” Lucy mocked.
“No, never! I didn’t consent to that when you hypnotized me.”
“Your subconscious said otherwise.”
“Bitch!”
“What if I am? There’s nothing you can do about it now.”
He held a gun to her chest. “Are you sure?”
One bullet was all it took.
Did you ask for a revenge story? One featuring an evil mind-controller who has clearly overstepped her bounds? If you did, you’re in luck. Not all dominance is positive and abuse can occur when one least expects it. This is a work of fiction but, unfortunately, things like this can happen in real life. Keep yourself safe at all times, will you?