Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 14
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To make up for some of the missing content of last month, this week’s update has five pieces of flash fiction as opposed to the usual four. I will create more as time and inspiration permits.
We have a gentle femdom induction-like piece, testing a videogame/program, a piece set in the universe of Granny’s Gift featuring another Whisperer (the sequel is still being prepared), a man looking for a change, and a strange form of possession. Please enjoy and thank you all.
A Wonderful Day
We both know you’ve dreaming of being mesmerized by a beautiful woman for quite some time but you don’t know where to begin. There are too many Dommes and too many fetishes competing for your attention that it makes to focus on the thing you want or need the most. It’s possible you’re not even sure what it is for your mind has long been filled with uncontrollable fantasies. It’s easy for the truth of trance to get lost in the middle of such confusing thoughts but fear not. I’m here to help.
I’d like to be your guide in this sensual exploration of the powers of the mind but for that, I’ll need your consent and your help. If you truly wish to do this willingly and give me access to your innermost thoughts, then please keep on reading. However, if there’s even an inkling of doubt hounding your spirit, then please step aside and let someone else take your place. There’s no point wrestling with those uncertainties if it means neither of us will have fun. So, what’s your choice?
I’m glad you decided to stay. That alone gives me hope for everything that’s to come. When people talk about hypnosis and trance, there’s this tendency to equate the words and feelings produced to something mystical or almost magical in nature.
(…)
Extreme Control
The VR helmet was firmly strapped to Eric’s head and the twin screens were being flooded with colorful spirals. His head was resting on a fluffy white pillow, almost as if he was in his bedroom and not in his workplace, trying out the latest installment in a series of femdom simulators. Femdom Farm – Extreme Control was aimed at the hardcore enthusiasts of the franchise and promised hours upon hours of torturous fun if they could iron all the bugs in the software.
“How are you feeling so far?” a mellifluous female voice echoed in his ears. It belonged to Amy, one of the lead programmers in this latest installment. She had also designed the main scenario he was trying out for the first time and wanted honest feedback above anything else.
“All good,” he replied, “though the intensity of spirals is a bit distracting. Can you tone it down a little?”
(…)
Feeding Time
The orange and red gemstone hanging over Ruth’s bed shone with unnatural light when the first light of yet another Spring morning kissed the windows of her bedroom. The mid-thirties blonde woman and heiress to an empire of cosmetics that was the envy of countless men and women alike glanced at it, yawned, and said,
“Again? Didn’t we do this last week?”
The stone remained immobile but swirling shadows could be seen in its center. They represented its heart and were the source of its immense power. When they moved like that, it was never a good sign. The thing was hungry again.
The gemstone was known as a Whisperer, an artifact unlike any other on the face of the Earth. There were only a handful of them in existence and not all of them were accounted for.
(…)
Is This What You Really Want?
“Is this what you really want?”
It was a question Harry was always asking himself. An indecisive man by nature, he had always struggled with making sense of his life. Paralysis of choice affected him daily from simple things like deciding what shirt to wear to more complex ones like managing his finances. He hated being so weak and vulnerable to external influences but had grown used to it. More than anything, what he wanted was to live a life without regrets.
“Is this what you really want?”
The same six words hammered his subconscious yet again, serving both as a warning and a curse. The longer he pondered about something, the less he felt inclined to do it. In the case of untimely expenses, this was a good thing for it prevented bitter tears in the future. However, when others were counting on him to get things done and he froze, all hell broke loose.
(…)
The Process
Every time Natalie opened her eyes and saw her mother looking down at her, she knew something bad had happened, and this time was no exception. She stretched her arms and stood up, saying,
“Did it…?”
“Yes,” the older woman nodded. “I’m sorry.”
“How? I don’t remember a thing.”
“It was an accident. You lost control of your car and drove past the bridge railings. There was nothing we could have done.”
“Shit!” Natalie vociferated. “It was only two months since the last time. This is so annoying!”
“Yeah, I know.”
Natalie and her mother Judith were anything but normal women. In the blood of the Rawlins family ran powers of old that defied conventional wisdom and the boundaries of known science. There was magic in them but they weren’t witches or sorceresses at least in the common definition of such words. It was hard to explain because not even them knew the reason behind it, only the consequences. They were immortal – kind of.
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