Choice Upon Choice

What I love most about writing erotica and posting it on Tumblr is that I sometimes get to meet incredible people. Diving into their desires is always a trip for me and devilishly arousing.
 
I’ve had the pleasure of diving with a wicked little friend for more than a year now and her special brand of pleasures never fails to get a rise…
 
From my creative self of course.
 
She is truly a wonder, we can talk about abstract mundane things and suddenly switch to an erotic scene where we ‘escape’ into a world of pure erotic fantasy. Almost like a spontaneous hypnosis session!
 
But there is nothing hypnotic about our journeys. We simply slip into that parallel universe where everything is possible. 

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I call that fantastical world my creative space.
 
She calls it her escapist fantasies…
 
This new series is just like my Interactive stories. But this time around, there won’t be a comprehensive web of intrigue to follow and uncover as the tale unfolds. Our constant slips into the fantasy world has created a new type of game I started to play with her.  She loves to escape and experience scenes with wildly different personalities, so I created Elizabeth. 
 
Much like my friend, she is very grounded and charming, but somewhere along the way, she found herself becoming the target of a mystery man. She doesn’t know how or why, but every time she receives a message from him, she finds herself unable to care about who he is or how he knows her.
 
Elizabeth isn’t even sure if the mystery man is real or just some other fantasy her mind has created. All she knows for sure is that her dreams have become a little too real to be just dreams.
 
They feel more like the real world than some floaty dream where details get blurred and you are only left with strong emotions as you awaken. These intense dreams make her experience every sensation… Every thought… 
 
Every orgasm…
 
It could all be because Elizabeth has developed a way of remembering her dreams, but she knows that’s not the case. 
 
Why?
 
Because every time she awakens from those dreams, she feels like she’s been somewhere else. And more accurately… SOMEONE else.
 
Furthermore…
 
She can’t help but feel like her strange realistic sex dreams are somehow related to the strange anonymous texts she keeps receiving and curiously ignoring. Why would she bother with them anyway?
 
They’re always from some random phone number she never seems to be able to remember or care about.
 
But maybe she should since strangely enough, she always seems to get them around the same time.
 
Every Friday night…

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Elizabeth
 
I’m not quite sure why my Friday evenings went from extended happy hours spent enjoying my social life to nights spent indulging myself in overdue rest and relaxation at home. It just… Did…
 
And for some strange reason, every time one of my friends brought it up in conversation, it didn’t faze or worry me at all. Even when some would let it slip that I had somehow broken a promise to meet or chat over the weekend.
 
I would just apologize and shrug, saying I had too many things to do at home. My friends were always understanding and I would make it up to them during the week. And sometimes over the next weekend too…
 
When I could spare the time from…
 
Something…
 
Regardless.
 
After I finished cleaning the kitchen and took a long steamy shower, I went to my bedroom, like every other Friday night it seems, to go and relax while I caught up on my reading. I saw my phone and instinctively went to check if I had any missed calls or messages.
 
The moment my screen lit up, I felt this quiet sort of blankness as I noticed that yet again, some random number had texted me. How many times has it been now? I sighed and went through the motions of deletin….
 
Of readin…
 
Of watchin…

* You are compelled to choose one of the following objects. It will decide how you experience your weekend. You will not remember reading these lines. You will only obey and send me your answer. You will not remember sending me a reply and will ignore this conversation as soon as you hit send.
 
1 – An old notebook with ‘TM’s Diaries” written on the cover
2 – A pink Stapler
3 – An empty Wine glass. *
 
My fingers moved on their own : The notebook.
 
I blinked a few times and sighed. These texts are really weird… But then again…
 
Who cares about this random text? I rolled my eyes and went through the motions of deleting it. Not thinking twice about the fact that my phone needed to suddenly be plugged in to charge.
 
My eyes stung as the weariness of my week suddenly seemed to make me so sleepy.
 
As I got into my comfy bed, I mused about the fact that maybe that was the reason I never went out for happy hour anymore.
 
My work week was just too exhausting and I needed to get to bed early.
 
I just NEEDED to.
 
So I did.
 
And to my utter joy, sleep found me almost as soon as I closed my eyes and let my head fall on my fluffy pillow… 
 
Delicious fog enveloped my mind as the sandman led me away to a place filled with dreams and fantasies. I wasn’t sure why my dreams always started in a fog, but I didn’t bother to think about it because the fog always felt so welcoming.
 
So natural…
 
I never know what to expect from the fog, but I always know that it’s going to be wildly entertaining. Not to mention intensely erotic. 
 
The fog started to swirl around me, slowly at first, making me enjoy the slight damp breeze it offered, but it soon gained in momentum and before long, I felt like the fog was lifting me away as it penetrated through my clothes…
 
And into my mind.
 
My thoughts were scattered instantly as a strange sort of vertigo made me wish I wasn’t being swept up in the air. Did it last forever? Did it last for a moment?
 
I was too disoriented and seasick to know.
 
When it finally stopped and the fog gently let me down on the ground, I waited for my thoughts to come back to me. The fog always scrambled my brain, but it always put everything back.
 
But not this time…
 
This time, I feel this rush of memories flood my mine as I become aware of a leather collar around my neck. 
 
Fuck… I’m… I’m a c… Captive?
 
No no… That can’t be right can it?
 
I….I don’t want… To… To be a…
 
My thoughts suddenly feel so foreign as pleasure ignites all over my skin, tingling all the way into my skull. Making it incredibly hard to think…
 
I’m… I’m just a dumb plea… sure… HHhmmm…
 
I moan as a spike of pure sexual pleasure pushes the strange memory home.
 
I’m just a pleasure slut…
 
What? OH FUCK!
 
I moan louder as memories of me being ordered around and used flood my mind. Yes… I’m HIS captive… I can’t escape…
 
I HAVE to obey… Him… Yes….
 
I’m… I’m HIS pleasure slut… Oh god…
 
He placed a spell on me… Didn’t he?
 
The sound of a door closing makes me open my eyes and take in my surroundings. I don’t know why I know, but I instantly recognise that I am in the tower’s keep. Stone walls surround the harsh wooden floor I’m kneeling on.
 
A tall man I seem to recognise strolls in with a smile as his long flowing robes flutter about him.
 
Seeing his handsome face immediately sent a hot shiver down my spine as images of his cock seemed to sear themselves into my mushy brain. Oh yes… I love that cock so much… I’ve… I’ve…
 
Woah…
 
“Good evening Lizzy Toy.” He said as he walked right up to me. “As much fun as our time has been together, a promise is a promise so…”
 
I watched, barely able to concentrate through the pleasure fog in my mind, as he waved over the small coffee table in front of me. Sparkly lights made my brain tingle and my lips smile as an intense wave of sexual euphoria swept through me. I was too stunned and slow to care, but out of thin air, 5 vials appeared on the table.
 
"One of these vials will break the spell you are under that is keeping your mind so deliciously docile and obedient. If you can choose the correct one, you'll be able to walk out the door, I won't stop you" he said as he bowed low.
Promise? What promise?
 
Maybe… Yes… I seem to remember…
 
“But be warned...” he said firmly, shattering the little mental strength I had. “4 of the 5 vials before you will have intense effects on your body and mind...”
 
Effects? On my… Body and mind…
 
God it was so HARD to think… I felt like I was wading through thick tar… 
 
“Choose none…” he said as he stood up straight. ”And you stay my silly ditzy captive and I enjoy your pleasure racked body for another 24 hours. The spell will make sure of that...”
 
I looked at the table through half open eyes, trying hard to understand his words. Something about what he said felt exactly right while at the same time, completely foreign. The vials were at eye level because I was kneeling… Of course I was kneeling… I was his captive…
 
I could see that each clear vial had liquids with different colors in them.
 
From left to right: Blue, Pink, Golden, Red and Orange.
 
I… I needed to choose… Blue… I like blue… Yes... Blue seems like the right thing to choose…  Thinking is so hard… Pleasure is so easy…
 
Blue would be the right choice… But… The right choice for what?
What was it I wanted again?
 
To leave?
 
That sounded hard...
 
So… Why choose blue at all? Because blue is pretty... It's so shiny... It looks like it's sparkling...
 
And I like sparkly things...
 
Or more accurately, maybe it’s this spell I’m under… Maybe I like it now because the spell dumbs me down so it can make me all pleasure drunk and docile.
 
I like being pleasure drunk and docile… HHhmmm… This feels pretty nice… 
 
But I chose so I had to drink right? Somehow, my soft trembling hand managed to pick up the blue vial. I wasn’t really thinking about it and just lifted it up to my lips. A small rush of pleasure went down my body as I breathed in the sweet blueberry candy aroma… 
 
I heard him chuckle softly and looked up with a sleepy smile. 
 
“Go on…” he urges as he nods towards me.
 
I can’t help but smile as I tilt my head back. I feel the thick sugar sweet liquid slip on my tongue, making it tingle in a pleasurable way as it leaves a faint burning sweetness in my slutty mouth.
 
The moment my throat contracts and the thick sparkly liquid squeezes down, I feel it...
 
I don’t know how I know, but I know. A sudden spike of magic grips my throat and threatens to make me cough out the delicious liquid. Thankfully, I didn't and managed to contain my myself. The sudden sensation is followed a few seconds later by another sort of wave as my throat releases a visceral moan. 
 
I feel the burning warmth of the magic wash over me as the vial slips from my trembling fingers and shatters on the ground. Euphoric pleasure suddenly envelops me as my hand has a mind of its own and shoots down between my legs. As if possessed, my fingers start to spread that delicious squishy feeling.
 
But that doesn’t last very long…
 
My pleasure swirls and mixes with the magic as my head feels completely overwhelmed by the dizzying onslaught. A sudden spike of pleasure and confusion makes me arch my back with a moan before I let myself fall forward to the ground. My hands brace me on all fours as the exquisite pleasure continues to swirl as I feel the magic penetrate my skull.
 
Confusing me more and more as a hurricane of emotion and magic sweeps me away. My fog and memories churn and violently twist around my mushy brain as I feel the grasp on my thoughts slowly slip away.
 
I almost feel sick with vertigo as it crashes against the walls of my mind.
 
But then… For a moment...
 
A crystal clear moment...
 
Right in the middle of my magical change.
 
Elizabeth stands in the eye of the storm. Inside my head... Completely aware of myself. Completely remembering how I came to be the wizard’s captive…
 
Anger... Fear... Despair... It all flashes across my pleasure soaked eyes for just a moment as I realize that I’m ME. Not some other person his magic created. ME… The same me that went to bed in my apartment. 
 
As the eye of the storms closes in around me, I suddenly remember that’s how this fantasy started. I stepped into his keep. He offered me an escape… A way to change who I was for 24 hours. He showed me his potions and told me what they could do. Just like today, there were 5…
 
All laid out before me on this same little table…
 
But back then, I knew every single one and what they would do to me.
 
I remember it so clearly...
 
I had decided to become someone else for an evening...
 
I had chosen the yellow one... Enjoying a complete break from who I am...
 
Only...
 
That person was never told which vial was which
 
So when it came time to decide this time around, I didn't remember that the vial I had to drink to escape this was... was...
 
The eye of the storm completely sweeps me away inside my mind. I try to focus and hold on to my memories, trying desperately to recall which vial I needed to drink next if I wanted to escape...
 
Yes… I can do it… As soon as the transformation is finished... I just have to reach out and drink the ... the...
 
New memories flood my mind as the hurricane inside my brain blows away the ditzy docile person I was a few seconds ago.
 
And in the process, blows away my true self...
 
I can feel the hurricane of magic and change everything in my mind as it re-organizes my thoughts and experiences. But it doesn’t stop there… I also feel the tingling spread to every cell of my body as this new person completely takes me over in mind and body. 
 
My past self is completely forgotten as the magic finally dissipates… Leaving in its wake a completely new person. New memories... New speech patterns... 
 
New body...
 
I take a deep breath as I feel my new self, settle firmly into my mind...
 
Oh this feels so good…
 
I stand up with a huge smile on my face as the emotions of my new self completely take over my mind. I feel a new outfit suddenly materialize around my body, replacing the fluffy pink lingerie you had worn as his ditzy pet. I lift my hands just in time to grab 2 glass beer mugs as they appear out of thin air. 
 
I look at them and smile even more as my purpose suddenly becomes crystal clear in my new mind. 
 
My eyes shift to the wizard standing before me and I wink playfully at him.
 
“Hello Zir! I do Belivze that you orderz beers Ya?” I ask in a voice that is completely at odds with who I was moments before.
 
Because suddenly, I was an Oktoberfest barmaid. Everything else got swept away as spikes of bubbly joy and a thick German accent is all you can muster as I stand in the wizard’s keep. 

​My eyes never waver as I look him in the eye, waiting for him to confirm he placed the order. He smiles and nods, sending thrills of erotic delight down my corset covered body. I give him the mugs as I unconsciously lick my lips.
 
"Oh my dear... Thank you for the drinks. How much do I owe you again?" he asked with a seductive smile.
 
"Oh Zir!" I say giggling. "Thoze are… How to zay... In the houze?"
 
I can’t help myself and wink at the handsome wizard.
 
"I believe you mean ON the house." He said with a chuckle.
 
I smile seductively as I bite my lower lip. 
 
"No Zir...”I say as I turn around. “IN iz correkt." 
 
“oh?” he asked, clearly a little confused.
 
I bend over and lift up my pussy skirt, showing him that I wasn’t wearing any panties.
 
“Here iz where you payz IN the house…” I say as I feel my loins start to burn in anticipation.
 
His chuckle sends another thrill down my spine as he moves closer to me. 
 
“That’s why I love this establishment!” he says as I feel his cock head caress my moist lips. “Such flexible payment options!”
 
He didn’t tease me for long and pushed in all the way to the hilt, making my head snap back with a wave of intense burning pleasure before my world shrank down to his relentless cock as it drove into me…
 
God I loved my job!!!
 
The sound of my alarm was blaring and it took longer than I liked to finally turn it off. With a groan, I sat up in my bed and looked at the sunlight pierce through my curtains. 
 
“Already Monday huh?” I whisper to myself. 
 
Mondays always seem to arrive way too soon. I shrug my shoulders as I stretched. Then again, isn’t that the curse of working 9 to 5? Mondays ALWAYS come too soon.
 
I got up and smiled. 
 
At least I feel wonderful! I don’t know if it’s my new relaxed outlook on how to spend my Friday evenings, but I always feel so refreshed and rested when Monday comes along. I skipped a step as I went to the bathroom.
 
As I walked past the mirror, I had to stop and take a second look at myself.
 
“What?” I said to myself as I turned my head left and right. “When the hell did I do braids? And why did I sleep with them?”
 
That wasn’t like me at all… Now I’ll have to wash my hair and brush them properly to get them to look professional for work. I started to undo them and couldn’t help but smile.
 
“Ahahahaha” I laughed out loud. “Seems that dream inspired me more than I thought it had! HHmmm…”
 
I felt a tiny rush of warmth as I remembered the intense erotic emotions it inspired. I have no idea why my mind got progressively more creative in my dreams, but I was kind of happy it did.
 
Being a wizard’s captive and made to change into different slutty persons was pretty fun! Not sure which I liked most… The Oktoberfest barmaid look would be great for the Halloween party next month. Maybe I’ll see if I can find a decent one to wear… 
 
Who knew my mind could come up with such wild fantasies! I mean really… I would never let myself become someone’s captive like that. Let them change who I was… Just for the sexual fun of it.
 
But then again…
 
It definitely was a nice little erotic escape from my regular fulfilling life…