Through the ways of hypnosis, brainwashing and mind control, one can be made to love (or hate) certain things. This piece is about love. And fetishes. And… well, read it very carefully and you’ll find out. Until tomorrow.
He saw the leather boots. His heart started racing.
“You love these, don’t you?” She hummed.
He did, of course. He loved everything she said he loved. He loved loving his ever growing hypnotic obsession.
“Do you know what else you love?”
Gazing at the mirror, the answer was clear. Shame about the heels though.
Today’s piece is about something I’ve never written before, namely misleading percepti… oh, who am I trying to kid? Things not being what they seem is pretty much a staple of the genre. Here’s another humble, somewhat funny variation on it all. Enjoy.
“No more…” Albert mumbled.
“I thought you loved licking my boots!” Sheila remarked.
“I do, but not all of them in one sitting.”
“You’re not sitting, you’re kneeling,” she grinned.
“May I stop, please?”
“Not yet. Continue.”
He sighed, eyes glazed, tongue helplessly enslaved.
Fifty pairs danced in his mind…
… but she only wore flats.