Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 11

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.

A Wonderful Day

It was a hot Summer morning and the sun was high in the sky. It was a wonderful day to be at the beach doing nothing but watching the hours go by but Melinda had other plans.

The senior college student had a secret room in her apartment. It was hidden behind a bookshelf that slid open at the press of a button. The room was already there when she moved in, a remnant of the previous owner, she too another woman with a lot of stories to tell. The neighbors believed she was a dominatrix and Melinda knew that was true, for that hidden space was her dungeon, a soundproof room where anything could happen.

Melinda loved it. It was great to sit inside the room all alone and imagine all the fun that could be happening but it was even better when she had someone to play with and that someone was a woman. Lesbian from head to toe, Melinda lived for sapphic delights and nothing screamed ecstasy more than a needy sub girl asking to be fucked.

(…)

Good Toy

Mrs. Clarke entered the Brainwashing Center through the back door, her hair dripping from the downpour outside. It was a Friday evening and she was not happy. As she headed towards the main elevator of the facility, she was greeted by Chloe, her bubblegum-haired assistant who immediately apologized for calling her.

“I’m terribly sorry, Professor, but I had no choice,” she said, not daring to look the older woman in the eye.

Eugenia Clarke removed her wet coat and threw it at Chloe’s face. She was still wearing her favorite sleeveless leather dress underneath and her blue eyes were filled with contempt.

“This is for ruining my party,” the early-forties platinum blonde woman declared. “Now, what’s so important that couldn’t wait until Monday?”

“It’s subject C-12, Professor. He’s acting up again and without your special touch…”

“I see.”

(…)

Spelling

The Northwestern Adult Spelling Bee Finals were on, and it was down to two contestants; Allison, a beautiful mid-twenties dirty blonde with big boobs, a nose piercing, and never-ending legs; and Jack who was six years older than her and sported a luscious ginger beard. He was tall, but far from handsome, and not exactly the people’s favorite to win the competition but as long as he still had a shot, he would never stop trying.

Everyone was ready to go, including the judge, a retired English teacher holding a golden envelope in his trembling hands. He adjusted his turtle-rimmed glasses and said,

“Allison, it has been determined you are the first to go in this final round? Are you ready?”

“As ready as I can ever be,” she replied. “Hit me.”

“Very well. Your first word is bees, I repeat, bees.”

“Oh, that’s easy!” she chirped. “B-E-E-S. Bees.”

 

(…)

Stop!

What do you want? Oh, it’s you! Didn’t I hypnotize you last week? It wasn’t great, so why are you here? Do you want to try again?

Hmm, not sure about that. Usually when people don’t connect the first time, there’s no point in a do-over. You’d be better off looking for someone else to play with. There are so many great hypnodommes out there. I’m sure that if you look hard enough, you’ll find the one you’re looking for, okay? Take care.

Still there? Why? Didn’t you hear what I just said? Let me guess, this is the part where you’re going to try to convince me otherwise, right? I’ve played this game before many times, but go ahead. Let’s see what you’ve got.

Right… the money argument. Do you really think that waving bills around is going to suddenly make me change my mind? Yes, people pay me for sessions but this is different! I just told you in the nicest way possible that I’m not interested in entrancing you again and here you are trying to force me into consent with your wallet! Hello? The answer is still no. We’re very different people and not in the same wave length. I don’t want to talk about this ever again, do you hear? Leave me be!

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