750 Words: What I Write for You

This story was written for the 2026 Literotica 750 Word Challenge, below this line are exactly 750 words.

You enter the room to see me sitting on the floor near a low table. You hear a voice - my Master - from a dark corner bidding you to come and sit in the chair before me. You know his voice; you've made a deal with him and have discussed the terms of our engagement ahead of time.

my body remains His and His alone, but He is lending out the use of my mind, my writing, for your amusement. Although there are some things i cannot - or will not - write, including those violating anyContent Guidelines, they are few. Tonight is the time for your temptations to be indulged.

You sit and i immediately offer a footrest for your comfort, my eyes cast downwards looking only to your feet and my writing tablet. Comfort, of course, will help you communicate your cravings. You kick your shoes off and i scramble to collect them, placing them neatly by the side of the chair, where you can reach them should you choose to rise. i gracefully return to pick up my pen, awaiting your command.

What will you have me write? Did you come here to hear a tale of how you took control of a willing slut? Do you wish to hear her beg you from the page to grant her release as you torment her body and break her mind into a compliant servant? Or perhaps you wish to see her swallow your salty seed, gagging as you force yourself down her throat.

Or maybe you'd like themilky maid: her tits forever overflowing with luscious lactation. A never-ending fountain to slake your thirst as you lap up each drop of ambrosia. Will you bury yourself deep inside her soaking slit as she gyrates and gushes in time with her moans? Or will you leave her wanting once you've taken your fill?

Perhaps you will demand the unquestioning obedience of the entranced and enthralled. Is it not enough for you to make demands and use them with permission? Maybe in your story, you wish to see yourself fully in control. Would you use a hypnotizing app? Drugs to make them dazed, dripping, dependent? Would you control them as they pleasure only you or watch as they entertain your guests by your command?

Or do you wish to hear of your soulmate: the tale of how and when you will find each other? Will time stop as your eyes meet from across the room? Will you be old friends reunited? Or maybe you will find each other in every life, your love echoing across the ages.

Do you wish to be outside looking in: watching the clueless give an unwitting show? Or maybe you're a tease; knowing others are leering as you slowly undress in view of floor to ceiling windows? Will you have sex against those windows, putting on a steamy show?

Do you want your partner nubile; 18 and looking for experience? Or do you wish to be under the wing of an older guide? Are they your parent? Your child? Your boss? Your secretary? Men? Women? Both? Neither? Are they even human?

Or perhaps you are just here to torment me. You know i wish only to please and you think you've found a loophole for my agony.

"Use that mind of yours," you say. "Find the balm for my burning passions."

My eyes shoot up, studying your face as a smirk raises the corners of your lips. Panic washes over me as i shift uncomfortably, frightened of failure, distressed at the danger of your displeasure.

Laughter bubbles up in a cruel, mocking tone; you are clearly enjoying my discomfort. A quick glance at my Master shows He laughs quietly with you. He will not save me from torture. my mind, after all, is yours to use.

Your mirth is all the clue I will receive as you school your features, wiping even the smirk from your face. You intend to give nothing, your face as blank as my page as i strain to discern your whims, my mind conjuring the consequences of incompetence. Tears threaten to fall as i flounder for impossible insight.

How can i possibly provide pleasure with nothing to go by? But i must. i pick up my stylus, trembling as i begin, hoping against hope that you will be satisfied with my scribbles. Will you ultimately tell me what your wishes were, or will you leave me forever wondering?