#quick fantasy

[mimidowntherabbithole]

“Aw,” he spoke to her softly as he ran the knife slowly up an down her thigh, watching as she trembled. “are you scared it’ll hurt baby?”

She took a shuddering deep breath, eyes wide, and stared up at him, “Yes, Daddy.”

His face broke open in a wide evil grin and he readjusted his hold on the knife. “Good.”

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Shove my face in the dirt, grind your heel into the back of my head and tell me you’re making me pretty.

[mimidowntherabbithole]

I think it’d be sick to have a sex therapy and fetish event center.

A lot of people use fetish as catharsis and I think it would be incredibly interesting to have a place where these ideas could be safely exchanged and tried in more academic way.

It could be therapy and classes on the weekdays, and fetish balls/events on the weekends. Ahh that’d be so fucking cool!

[mimidowntherabbithole]

It’d be pretty hot to be an erotic fine artist that catches the eye of a super smart dom who liked my art and wants to fuck me too and be my manager and got my art work in galleries and “advised me on my image”. (Aka helps me become a phenomenal little sexdoll)

[mimidowntherabbithole]

In another life, I’d want you to slide something into my tea at the end of our meeting. Something that makes me dizzy and docile. I want you to take me somewhere Daddy, and I want you to record it as you help yourself to me, whispering those wonderful things in my ears, fucking my holes, making me melt away on your cock. Owning me.

And when I come to, sore and foggy, sitting on your lap...I want to be shown the video...and I know I’d be shocked, confused, but so fucking wet seeing myself used that way by you. I wouldn’t be able to resist your hands. I’d unconsciously grind harder into your lap than I had intended, you’d remind me that I didn’t have any control over what happened in the video, but if I wanted any more from you, I would have to be very naughty and get down on my knees beg you to use me again.

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She wiped a tear away as she sheepishly exited the Doctor’s office, “Thank you again. I always feel so much better after our sessions. My husband seems so much happier too. I don’t know what you two talk about but I really see things turning around!”

“You’re more than welcome.” He said with a warm smile, and handed her a tissue, “ remember, there’s no need to be ashamed of your emotions. You’re an emotional little girl, it’s just part of who you are.”

She felt a sudden thrill run through her as he said this. Shouldn’t she feel offended? Little girl...she heard it in her head as their eyes met and, again the same thrill. She quickly looked away, embarrassed, red, and wiping her running makeup. She pushed it out of her mind. Maybe she really shouldn’t be seeing a hypnotherapist with that secret kink of hers...but he’s been nothing but the utmost professional...

“Oh, gee,” she said quickly changing the subject, “I must talk up a storm during our session! My throat is always so sore...though I’m pretty glad I never remember! I’m sure I say all sorts of embarrassing things.” She laughed and reached up and massaged her neck absentmindedly. The Doctor chuckled, and stepped closer.

“Yes, I imagine it would be sore after our sessions.” He said this with a smile. She looked back into his eyes as he spoke again, “nothing embarrassing, but I’m sure it’s cathartic” he placed his hand on her shoulder and smiled with satisfaction as her eyes glazed and her posture sagged.

“You know, I think it would really help to see you twice a week. And don’t worry about my fee, clients like you are why I got into this business.” He said casually.

“Yes, Daddy...twice a week.”

“Good girl.”

[mimidowntherabbithole]

Sometimes, in my deepest dreams, I visit my witch in the woods.

My witch lives deep in a forest; just where the path appears to be darkest, you must go straight through.

There’s a bubbling brook you can follow, and when you reach the end, and lift that old willow branch aside, you’ll find a clearing with a bright moonbeam shining down on a small pond. Her house is on the other side. Can you see it tucked in the trees? She’s made friends with all the beasts here, but I never tarry.

She’s waiting for me tonight. The smoke from the chimney and candle in the window are to guide me here, when I wish to find her.

She always answers the door with a warm embrace that soaks into my greedy heart. We fall backwards into her hut, and Im enveloped in the smell of moss and herbs and char. I melt away and I’m just with her.

Her powers whisper and roar through her when we touch. We strip off our clothes and she holds me to her breast; my fingers dig into her flesh with the satisfaction of a child grasping fresh muddy earth. I hear an earthquake in each of her heartbeats.

The winds that play at my back, neck, and lick my ear, sing sweet wordless melodies that crack my heart open in my sternum. I feel the electricity of a whipping storm crackle down my back and through my core.

She beckons me with her deep wetness. Not a moment, or shallow warm folds of skin, but secrets like the depths of the ocean. I enter her, sink, and I’m sucked under like the strongest current, the quickest tide. I am hypnotized by the moon in her eyes and ride her powerful steady crashing waves. Crashing relentlessly against me.

And her fire? Should I even try and describe the way she blazes? I almost am blinded as she pulls me close to her. Her throat is filled with flames and I expect one day to be fully consumed, burnt to nothing with her lips locked against mine. But what a death?

No. No, death doesn’t come. But I am changed none the less. She speaks no spells, she asks no payment, and makes no demands, but I know she has changed me.

I pull my hood back on, dressing for the night, and turn to see her smiling lounging on her bed. Candlelight dancing around her, shining as her smile widens. It lights my way once more when I step back towards her. She reaches up and gently places those red hot lips to my forehead and brands me, my heart. It spreads down across my neck, shoulders, back, legs and down to the soles of my feet. I am hers.

I’m not the only traveler that takes their rest and comfort here. And she is not my only. There are times I come to her door when the light is not lit, and no fire blazes in the hearth for me.

But before she goes on her witchy travels she will pin that kiss to the door, my sweet witch. And I leave her mine, and I turn to find my way back through the misty night.

[mimidowntherabbithole]

I mean, all three of us KNEW why you were there. But I was still playing coy throughout dinner. Nervous and polite. Just your first name, not quite meeting your eyes when you talked...

But when you handed me the dish towel when I was straightening up, our hands and eyes briefly met.

“Oh! Ha, Thank you!” I said with a friendly smile going to turn back to the sink. Your hand caught my elbow and turned me back around.

“Thank you, what?” You asked.

My eyes widen as your words rocketed through my gut. Instantly beginning to drip.

My head whipped around frantically to look for my husband, just in the other room. You patiently put two fingers under my chin and turned my face towards you, meeting your eyes, and asked again,

“Thank you, what?”

My heart was beating a mile a minute with your warm strong fingers under my chin, you were finally so close...as I slowly mouthed, “D a d d y.”

“Louder.”

Panic instantly set in again and I broke your gaze, going mute, and jerking away to look at the kitchen door again, but it was the wrong move, and much too long of a hesitation because,

SMACK!!!!!

Your hand hit my cheek and momentarily blinded me, it was almost like the words had been sitting behind my teeth, and they tumbled when the force from the blow opened my jaw,

“THANK YOU DADDY!” I gasped, taking a deep trembling breath.

“Good Girl.”

I can hear the smile in your voice and raised my head up to see my husband smirking at me from the kitchen door...