Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 3
Flash Fiction Friday continues in 2022. New pieces appearing every Friday on my Patreon throughout the year. Minimum pledge $3 per month. Find out what they’re all about and read some excerpts from the latest update in this post.
Excerpts
Change of Heart
The business meeting wasn’t going as expected. Ivan sat in his publisher’s office, looking at the stern man’s reddish face and thinking, “What the hell is wrong with him today?”. Lucas Walton was usually the most laid-back person anyone could talk to, but that day he looked like a lobster burning in hot water. Not only that, he was talking too fast, as if afraid to run out of words before getting his point across.
“So… Ivan, you know I and everyone here at the publishing house love your writing. How My Mother Became My Cocksucking Bitch In Just Three Days is and forever will be a landmark in maledom erotic mind-control fiction, but as much as you’re appreciated around here, it has recently come to our attention the need to change our editorial guidelines and, well… what I’m trying to say is that we’ll no longer be publishing this sort of material any longer, and instead will be focusing on a much more appealing market segment. I hope you understand.”
“No, I don’t,” Ivan crossed his legs, fearing for the future.
(…)
Don’t Think
This is a test to determine whether you can be hypnotized and turned into an obedient drone servant for dominant women to use as they please. To take part in it is to acknowledge there is a distinct possibility your entire persona will change forever. All possible transformations that can result from it will always be permanent. If that’s not something you’re looking forward to, refuse to take part right now and exit through the same door you came in. You have fifteen seconds, starting right now. Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven…
Are you’re sure you wish to continue? Very well then. Sign on the dotted line and we’ll begin right away.
(…)
Maid Mode Activated
Francis had never seen his best friend so distressed. Ben was running around the house like crazy, cleaning every nook and cranny and making sure no object was out of place while screaming, “Fuck! I’ll never make it in time!”
“Calm down,” the early thirties software engineer said, beer bottle in hand. “Do you really need to be freaking out so much?”
“Yes!” Ben sternly replied. “You don’t know Gwen. She’ll be pissed at me if she sees anything that it’s not to her liking and then all hell will break loose. You don’t want to be here if that happens, trust me.”
“Heh, you’re making it seem like your sister is a she-devil in disguise.”
“Oh, she’s definitely not disguised. She’s the worst! I already told you that.”
(…)
Virtual Wheel
The first of two virtual wheels spun on the screens of twelve different people spread across the world. It was a list of names, with only one being selected at a time. The “winner” would then spin the second wheel to determine what matter of humiliation he or she would have to endure.
Brenda Sullivan reclined lazily on her sofa, watching the multi-colored wheel do its work. While she could stop it whenever she wanted and effectively change the outcome if she were on a particularly devious state of mind, she rarely interfered with Lady Luck just in case it one day decided it didn’t want anything else with her anymore.
(…)
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