Flash Fiction Friday 2023 – Week 28
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Excerpts
Doctor’s Orders
Well, it happened! After three years of taking every precaution to keep me safe and those I care about, I finally contracted the EPI-304 virus. I have no idea how that happened and, frankly, I don’t give a damn, but I can tell you this: I’m not going to let a stupid bug get the best of me. My doctor advised me to keep a journal of my symptoms to make sure nothing unexpected happens so this is what I’m going to do. I would tell you guys to wish me luck but I know I don’t need it. This virus will regret the day it tried to mess with me.
Day 1
I woke up with a splintering headache and all my muscles sore. It feels as if my bones were crushed by a Zamboni during the night.
(…)
Go Deep
Nathan sighed as Patricia tried out another pair of shoes. It was the fifteenth already and it didn’t look like she had any intention of stopping soon.
“What do you think?” she asked, parading the dangerous heels before his tired eyes.
“They look identical to the last pair,” he replied.
“Ah, but they’re not, see? This one has an extra buckle in the back.”
“Right…”
“Is everything okay? You seem upset with me.”
“We’ve been shopping for almost four hours, babe. Don’t you think that’s enough?”
“Not really. I could go all day,” Patricia grinned.
“Well, I can’t. I’m tired and I just want to go home. Can you please choose a pair and be done with it?”
(…)
Mistress’s Weekend
Brent Meyer had a different ringtone for the three most important women in his life: his mother, his baby sister, and his hypnotic Mistress. The first was a rendition of Moonlight Sonata, one of the first pieces of music she had taught him on the piano when he was a young boy; the second was a cover of a famous boys’ band hit she was always talking about and the third was a slightly distorted recording of her voice, whispering a command only the two of them understood.
When his mother called, he smiled.
When his sister called, he grinned.
When his Mistress called, he rubbed his cock against the nearest piece of furniture, unable to stop himself.
“Good morning, slave,” Mistress Cassandra giggled. “Are you assaulting the kitchen cabinet again?”
“No, Mistress,” he clenched his teeth. “You caught me in the bathroom this time.”
(…)
Subject 14
The confused man shook his head and stared at the translucent wall in front of him. It reminded him of a zoo exhibit but it was curious how that particular impression was present in his mind when he couldn’t even remember his name.
“Who am I?” he muttered,
“Slave,” answered a mellifluous feminine voice echoing deep inside his thoughts. A wave of pleasure rushed from the top of his head to the tip of his toes and the man could barely keep his knees from collapsing on the floor.
“What?” he asked, his heart racing out of control. “What does that mean?”
“Slave,” the seductive voice repeated, cementing itself as the only thing that made sense in the world even if he didn’t understand why.
(…)
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