Stephen’s running late for work. Will Miranda stop playing with his mind long enough for him to leave the house?
Stephen’s running late for work. Will Miranda stop playing with his mind long enough for him to leave the house?
“Is this… this what you wanted?”
He realized his mouth was hanging open. “I… oh, yes. God. Yes. You’re… so gorgeous.”
She blushed and tried to hide behind the tangles of her hair. She was glad to have the refuge of submission to retreat into, tipping her chin down …
Author’s Note: I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: when you can’t think of anything else to write… Write about how you can’t think of anything else to write.
Works every time. 😘
“It sucks.”
“What sucks, babe?”
“It’s like, almost nine already… and …
"I need to warn you."
"Yes?"
"I'm finding it hard to... I..."
"It's okay, go ahead."
"I can't think."
"You can't think."
"Y-yeah. I can't think."
"I see. That's okay. You don't have to think."
"I don't have to think."
"That's right. Is there... anything else you want to tell …
“It’s hard to focus when it’s so close!”
“Don’t worry, silly. The point isn’t to focus, the point is to make your eyes tired.”
“Why are my eyes supposed to be tired?”
“Because tired eyes make a tired mind.”
“If you say so…”
“It’s not …
“No thoughts,” his voice said over and over in her head, “just cock.”
God, it felt good to be like this. Soft and weak, on her knees like… like a pet, like a… a good girl. She couldn’t seem to think except in words he’d given her. She …
“That’s right,” Gloria said, passing her hand in front of Kat’s blank, placid face. “Eyes-open sleep.”
Gloria couldn’t believe how beautiful Kat looked like this—naked, soft, warm, and luscious, so deeply hypnotized her big blue eyes were open, seeing nothing, even as her conscious mind was …
I was running late, so I didn't have time for much more than a peck on the cheek as she handed me my lunch bag. It was the same one she'd bought me when I took the job, ten years ago, and it had more or less the same lunch …
She’d told herself she wasn’t going to hide. After all, she wasn’t scared, not exactly; they’d wanted to try new things, and this is what he’d wanted to try. And it’s not that she was scared, that was silly. What he was asking her …
“So you’re saying, what? That you can control minds?”
“Heh, no! C’mon, silly. We all know hypnotism doesn’t work like that, I can’t just tell you you’re getting sleepy and then you’ll do whatever I say.”
“Otherwise I guess the first person to learn …
When Meghan moved in, Lydia hoped she wasn’t gonna be stuck up like some of her other roommates.
Lydia never bothered with panties anymore.
There was this narrow hall in the center of their apartment. The front door was there, their bedrooms opposite, and then the kitchen and living …
“So,” Rebecca sat down, smoothing the skirt over her thighs, then crossing one leg over the other, then smoothing her skirt again. “How is this supposed to work?”
Gemma smirked. “You don’t really need to do anything, Becky, and you definitely don’t need to be nervous. Hypnosis is …
“That world? Out there?”
“Yes. The one you left behind, for me. Does it still entice you?”
“...It’s pretty, you know. The sunset, I mean.”
“You’re pretty. Beautiful, actually. Perfect. Seeing you like this... I couldn’t resist you.”
“That’s funny. And then you asked me to …