Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 19
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.
Her Bitch
(…)
His name was Lucas and he had been waiting there for her for almost an hour. The beautiful English findom loved to torment her toys with the idea that she might not show up at all, leaving them thinking they were useless and expendable. Only the strongest persevered when she wanted to play dirty, and he was one of them. He had been trained to perfection.
Cleo’s voice was like silk, but with a subtle edge of steel underneath. “Hello there, slave,” she said. “Did you bring my money?”
Lucas nodded, a nervous sheen glistening on his forehead as he reached for an envelope tucked beneath his jacket. His fingers trembled as he was about to present it to her. Staring him down, she raised a manicured hand, and her next words sent a shiver down his spine.
“Kneel,” she commanded, her voice cutting through the ambient chatter like a knife.
(…)
Katrina’s New Tale
“You are reading a femdom hypnosis and mind control induction-like piece of flash fiction. Every facet of this writing has been tailored to put you into a trance and dreaming of serving powerful women for the rest of your life, including this introduction that’s now sinking deep inside your mind. If this is not something you want, now is the time to stop reading and do something else. However, if you’re as excited about this possibility of losing all control as you should be, then you must keep going to welcome perfect submission into your thoughts. Let’s begin.”
“Hmm, curious…” Danny mumbled as he finished the first paragraph of Katrina’s new tale. This was unlike anything she had ever written before, with a meta-like quality that rattled his brain in all the right ways. She was no hypnotist, so there was no chance the opening statements were true, so what was her angle here? What was she trying to prove by creating something so strange from the start?
(…)
Lacking
Lance sat in the sleek, monochrome office, his eyes flickering to the ornate clock on Mrs. Reynolds’s desk. The ticking reverberated through the silent room, each sound like a hammer striking against the mid-forties man racing heart. Mrs. Reynolds watched him with a calculating gaze, her golden pen tapping against the polished surface as if keeping tempo with Lance’s mounting anxiety.
“Lance, your performance this quarter has been…” Mrs. Reynolds paused, her voice cutting through the heavy air like a sharpened blade. “Lacking.”
The word hung between them, filled with disappointment and unspoken threats. Lance swallowed hard, his palms damp with sweat as he tried to summon a coherent response. Mrs. Reynolds leaned forward, her eyes boring into his with unwavering intensity.
(…)
Wake Up!
Alice opened her eyes, the room filled with an eerie silence that made her skin crawl. As she tried to make sense of her surroundings, she glimpsed a faint glow in the corner of the room. Her heart raced as she turned her head to see a pale woman standing next to her bed. The woman’s eyes were like black pools of tar, devoid of any emotion, and her pale skin shimmered in the dim moonlight that filtered through the curtains.
Alice’s breath caught in her throat as she realized that the woman’s long, bony fingers were reaching out towards her. The air around them grew colder, and a sense of dread washed over her. Without a word spoken, the ghostly woman’s lips twisted into a sinister smile, revealing rows of sharp, gleaming teeth.
Just as Alice felt a scream building in her chest, the woman leaned in close, her icy breath brushing against Alice’s cheek. In a voice that sounded like rustling leaves and distant whispers, she said,
“Wake up!”
(…)
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