Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 29

Flash Fiction Friday continues in 2022. New pieces appear every Friday on my Patreon throughout the year. The minimum pledge to read them before anyone else is $3 per month. Find out what they’re all about and read some excerpts from the latest update in this post.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/69444924

Excerpts

 

Gadgets

Alexandra Ryder was sitting comfortably in her home, two hypno-slaves worshipping at her feet when her smartphone rang, and a familiar voice popped the also familiar question,

“Alexandra?”

“Yes, General?” she reclined lazily in her chaise longue, a bowl of freshly plucked cherries in her right hand.

“We need to talk,” her ‘boss’ said.

“Do we really? It’s my weekend off, sir,” she yawned as she motioned her servants to continue the massages.

“I’m well aware of that but this can’t wait. Something strange happened at the base today, something for which I hope you have an explanation.”

“Oh? What did I do this time?” she chuckled.

“That’s what I. You know Calvin, the Head of the Research Division, right?”

“We’ve met a few times, yes, but it’s not like he’s a favorite person or anything. That honor goes to you and Colonel Gibbons.”

(…)


Just a Pair of Boots

“It’s just a pair of boots,” Judith thought. “Nothing more.” So why the hell was she getting so worked up about it? Meredith had about fifty of them, all different, and none of them provoked the same lustful response as the patent black sheen where she could see her eager face reflected. “What’s wrong with me?”

It was a question without a definitive answer, one more to add to the list of doubts and insecurities that had started plaguing her mind ever since she had gotten herself a new roommate. Carol she understood and had fun with her antics whether they involved boys or girls, but after six months together, Judith remained a mystery, and mysteries pissed her off.

“It’s just a pair of boots,” Judith grumbled, staring at the thigh-high PVC boots that wouldn’t look out of place in a BDSM club or dungeon. Not that she had ever been in any of those – she wasn’t attracted to the lifestyle in the slightest – but certain images become ingrained in people’s minds through pop culture and this was definitely one of them.

(…)


My Maid

Kimberly Harris was not in a good mood. The project she had been working on for almost a year had suddenly ceased to be and her boss wasn’t answering her calls. She didn’t want to drive fifty miles to see the Mega-Bitch herself in her luxurious mansion but it seemed she didn’t have a choice.

Traffic in Los Angeles was chaotic as usual and her patience for stupid drivers was running thin. Kimberly did her best to remain calm throughout the whole journey, but couldn’t resist flipping off a couple of weirdos who had the audacity of calling her ‘babe’ as they drove by. She was nobody’s ‘babe’, especially greasy dudes who had obviously never been with a real woman.

As she approached her boss’s house, Kimberly tried to remember what she had learned in Meditation class the previous Summer. Her Zen was somewhere deep inside her and could be reached through proper breathing techniques.

(…)


Trivia Night

Trivia Night at Gina’s was always a blast, especially when there were also hypnotic triggers involved. The five players on the table waited impatiently to see who would be the next one to go down.

“It’s your turn, Allison,” the host declared. “Who was the top scorer at the Mexico World Cup in 1986?”

“I wasn’t even born then and don’t even like sports,” Allison complained. “How am I supposed to answer that?”

“Just take a guess,” Gina replied.

“That Leo Messi guy?”

“He wasn’t born either at the time,” Samuel laughed. “Why don’t I always get the easy questions?”

“I take it you know the answer then,” Gina looked at him.

“I do. Gary Lineker, right?”

“That is correct, but since it was Allison’s turn and she answered incorrectly, you know what that means.”

https://www.patreon.com/posts/69444924


If everything you’ve read so far intrigues you and you want to know more, head over to my Patreon page and become Spell… B-O-U-N-D, too.

Should you decide to join this cause, your support will help make sure this site thrives and that more and more content is produced for you on a daily basis. Thanks.

Become a Patron!

S. B.

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

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Mesmerizing content is waiting for you.

Flash fiction, short stories, photo stories, poetry, reviews... all waiting for you at a click of a button or a powerful snap of her hypnotic fingers sending you deeper and deeper into mindless bliss. Don't resist. Subscribe to our mailing list today and receive two free e-books.

Our mailing list is handled by Mailchimp. Your e-mail will be added to their database for the purpose of sending you information regarding this website. We will not share your data with anyone else. You can unsubscribe at any time by clicking at the bottom of any e-mail you receive from us.