Submissive Skin

By S.B.

Steven's dreams have been getting out of hand recently, including such strange things as a man on fire and a mysterious hospital ward where experiments are being performed on him. Is he going crazy or is there really something more behind the visions that plague him?

Submissive Skin is the story of Steven's plight told in two dark femdom mind control short pieces inspired by vivid dreams and the awkward transitions from one to another. Are you sure your skin is really your own?

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.B.
• Release date: Jan 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463108604

S.B.

Simple Being, middle name Creative. Writer and artist with a penchant for stories involving Female Domination, Hypnosis and Mind Control. My thoughts are my own except when they're not.

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Submissive Skin

By S.B.

Copyright 2018 S.B.

Cover Design by S.B.

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Submissive Skin

Shedding

Submissive Skin

Yellow, orange, and red flaming tongues reach for the sky, clouding the stars. I’ve been dreaming with a man on fire for the past three nights. I think that man is me.

I don’t know how the dream begins, I’m not sure if it ever ends. The images inside my brain don’t respect the speed limit, moving in a blur that keeps on spreading. I smell gasoline and brake fluid, I hear screeches of rubber on the asphalt, someone screams like the world is falling apart, and then the pire claims it all.

If Heaven is a place on Earth then I’m in Hell, caught in the center of the conflagration. I stumble blindly as the flames devour my clothes, knowing each step may very well be my last. Sirens blare, feet run towards me and then a voice of command echoes as I fall out of the limits of the scorching wall.

He’s still alive, hurry!

Alive? Am I really? I can see my body lying down there, a mass of darkened skin cracking from inside out. I always thought I would be around until eighty at least but half of it isn’t so bad, I guess. My disembodied consciousness scouts the area, realizes what happened, and almost begins to laugh. Apart from the skewed reality of action and disaster movies, what are the odds of having a helicopter crash into your taxi? No insurance is going to cover this, right?

Is there anyone else? another voice joins the fray. It sounds like a woman, slightly older than me.

The flames are too intense right now, we can’t get through.

I can but there’s no point. My passengers were caught by