The Submissive Code
I didn’t ask for this. Not really. Grandpa said it was a gift—my sixteenth birthday, the key to my future. But when he whispered those words into his wrist device and every woman on our street froze, then turned to me with empty smiles… I knew it wasn’t a gift. It was a test. And if I fail, they’ll never be free again.My hands won’t stop shaking. The living room clock ticks like a countdown. Outside, three women stand frozen in mid-step—one holding a watering can, another halfway through pulling her trash bin in, Lena staring at me through the window across the street. Smiling. Waiting.
Grandpa patted my shoulder and said, 'Happy birthday, son. They’re yours now.' Then he left. No explanation. Just a small silver device in my palm and a voice message: 'Find the words. Earn your place.'
I tried saying 'Obey me'—nothing. 'Follow my lead'? They blinked, but stayed still. This isn’t a game. These are real people. My neighbors. My crush. What if I say the wrong thing? What if I say the right one and actually want it?
phill canaday
works: 8
The Neighbor's Secret
I never thought reading about power would lead to holding it. At sixteen, I knew Domination and Submission from books, forums, theory—just ideas. But when my neighbor, Ms. Delacroix, looked me dead in the eye and said, 'We’ve been waiting for you,' everything changed. Her daughter stood beside her, silent but certain. Both black, both radiant, both ready to submit. Me? Just a skinny white kid with a racing heart. Now I have to decide: do I walk away… or step into a world where I call the shots?
Secret Dominion
I didn’t mean for it to happen. One moment I was just watching her—my stepmom, Ms. Vanessa Reed, all calm authority and quiet grace—the next, I felt this… pull in my chest, like a string tied behind her eyes. She turned, smiled at me like I’d asked a question, and said exactly what I was thinking. That’s when I knew. I could control her. And then… my stepsister Keira did the same thing. It’s been weeks now. They don’t know. Can’t know. But sometimes Dad looks at me too long, too still. Like he sees the strings.
Forbidden Power
I never thought it would come to this—me, a 16-year-old high school junior, holding power over people twice my age. My sister’s back from college, acting like she’s better than me, and now I’ve got the upper hand. And then there’s Mrs. Thompson next door—strong, proud, a woman who used to babysit me. But I know her secrets. Her daughter doesn’t suspect a thing either. One wrong move from any of them, and everything changes.
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