Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 10

Flash Fiction Friday continues in 2024. New pieces appear every Friday on my Patreon throughout the year. The minimum pledge to read them before anyone else is $3 per month. and the number of pieces available is tied to the monthly pledge total so the more you support my efforts, the more you’ll get to read. Find out what they’re all about and check out some excerpts from this week’s update in this post.

Mistress’s Gift

Melissa lay naked atop an old wooden table, her boobs pressed flat against the cold and grainy surface. Her arms were stretched to the side, completely immobile, and a pair of silver headphones rested over her ears. She was silent like she had been most of the night, listening to the same old brainwashing mantras more times than she could remember. Her eyes were vacant and her pink lips wet with drool. It was as if her brain had been put inside a giant blender and turned into a pink pulp.

Standing behind her, wearing a black leather catsuit, was her roommate Florence. She had just cleaned the spiky strapon she had used to fuck her companion’s ass for the last thirty minutes and was almost ready for another round, but first…

“God, you’re so beautiful when you’re mindfucked!” she said.

She really was. Melissa was a curvaceous blonde with red highlights, plump lips, and the most delicious toes Florence had ever seen. As much as she loved to play with men’s minds too, nothing compared to the ecstasy of seeing a full-grown woman whimpering in mindless ecstasy for three hours straight.

(…)

Right Frame of Mind

Alicia crossed her arms and looked down at Jeff, who was kneeling on the mat outside her apartment with his open wallet above his head. The hypnotic findom wasn’t happy.

“Slave, what are you doing?”

“It’s International Women’s Day, Goddess. I want to tribute you.”

“I know what day it is,” she tapped her heels on the floor,” but didn’t you tell me you have me an emergency surgery scheduled for next week and that’s going to eat away your savings?”

“Yes, Goddess, I did, but…”

“But nothing!” she slapped the back of his head. “Stupid slave! First, you take care of yourself and then you tribute me when you have the chance, not the other way around. There’s nothing more important to me than your health, do you understand?”

“Of course, I do, Goddess, but i thought…”

Alicia placed one hand under his chin and forced him to stare into her deep green eyes.

(…)

This Is a Curse

This is a curse. A powerful curse. A curse that began long before you decided to stop what you were doing to read this writing, but that will only grow stronger the more you do. There’s no stopping what’s about to come , so my advice to you is: don’t even try. Now that you’re here, sit down comfortably and allow these words to consume your thoughts.

This curse is also a story, a tale about a queen of old with eyes as deep as moonlight. She was beautiful yet dangerous, loved and feared by her subjects and neighboring kingdoms. She was also lonely. Politics demanded she be married quickly for the sake of her people. Anyone who did so would automatically inherit major responsibilities.

One by one, suitors from around the globe came to meet her and were immediately drawn to her mesmerizing eyes. However, when the time came to submit to her as proof of their loyalty, they all refused and walked away. They wanted the crown but not the burdens that came with it, and would not accept a secondary role.

 

(…)

Time Off

Rachel was frustrated. It had been ages since she and Aaron and the reason why wasn’t hard to grasp. He was always tired at the end of a workday and she didn’t have the audacity of forcing him to do something he didn’t want to do. Still, she couldn’t keep quiet about her disappointment, while also giving him a healthy dose of reality.

“You need a vacation,” she said one Thursday evening, right after dinner.

“I can’t afford one right now,” Aaron replied as he helped with the dishes.

“Why not? You still have some days off from last year you didn’t use.”

“Things are a bit messy at the office right now and Gavin needs my help dealing with it all.”

“Gavin always needs your help,” Rachel rolled her eyes. “Just because he has poor management skills, that doesn’t mean you have to do all the dirty work for him. I want you to tell him fist thing in the morning you’re taking a week off work to recover your strength.”

(…)

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