Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 43

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A Decent Meal

Derek stared at the two beautiful women standing next to his car in the underground parking lot. One was a medium-height dirty blonde, and the other a tall brunette. They wore similar clothes: stylized crop tops, leather mini-skirts, and thigh-high boots. They were also quite pale, even though they tried to hide it behind several layers of heavy makeup. The tallest one was chewing peach-flavored bubblegum while the other played with an unlit cigarette between her elongated fingers. It was almost impossible not to know what they were after.
“Hey big boy,” the blonde spoke first. “Do you want to have some fun tonight? You can have just one of us, but we work better as a pair. What do you say?”
“I say you’re out of luck because I’m not interested,” he pointed at his golden wedding band. “I’m married, thank you very much. Besides, you’re not my type.”
“Oh, we’re everyone’s type if you give us a chance,” the brunette purred, shaking her hips. “It would be the wisest thing to do.”
“I already said I’m not interested!” Derek headed for the driver’s door, eager to get inside his vehicle and leave the duo of foul temptresses behind. “If you’ll excuse me…”

(…)

Always Sleep

So you want to be hypnotized into servitude… (or at least you think you do). Before anything else, I need to ask you why. Are you one of those people who’s interested in the art of letting go, an enthusiast about the secrets of the mind, or is it just a fleeting curiosity, a cheap thrill to live once and forget the very next day? I play with both and get results every single time, but I need to know where you stand. How did you come to this moment and what brought you to me?
Peer pressure, huh? Well, that’s not good. If the only reason you came was because you were almost forced into it by your friends and/or family, then we’re off to a bad start. Intentions matter, even in trance. I don’t want you to feel compelled into doing something you don’t want to do but only doing things you’ve always wanted to do but never knew for sure you wanted them until you met me. If that’s not how things go, then it gets confusing trying to convince you which thoughts were yours to begin with and which ones were planted in your mind but disguised in a way to make you think you’ve always had them. Nobody likes confusion, not even Confusion itself, so you understand why I don’t want that, don’t you?
You do? Magnificent! Many people don’t because they have trouble following the simplest arguments as if pure logic makes them sleep, but not you. You can focus on anything being thrown at you with little effort. It’s easy to focus and solve whatever problem appears before you because it’s something you love doing and love makes everything easier.

(…)

Let’s Have Fun

Allison finished polishing her latex catsuit and looked into the bedroom mirror. She looked ravishing as usual with her long auburn hair highlighted against the black shiny second skin she was wearing. It was her favorite fetish attire, and also her pet’s. They were always asking her to wear it during their sessions and she obliged… for a price.
The late-twenties former beautician had started working as a professional Domme three years earlier. The first year was rough as she struggled to make a name for herself and connect with the people she wanted the most. She considered quitting but never went through with it, instead doubling down on her efforts to be the best dominant she could be and the word spread. A string of good clients and reviews gave her the strength she needed to keep going, and now she was a genuine case of success, worthy of study and admiration.
When she began this line of work, she wasn’t too sure what her kinks were but discovered them rather quickly. She loved feet worship, light verbal humiliation, and financial domination. The psychology behind a person’s need to submit was also a driving factor in wanting to explore these realms and she did it to perfection. Everyone who got to know her, loved her and how her dirty mind worked and since she refused to stagnate, she was always pushing herself to the limit, discovering new ways to make herself and her clients happy. That was the only way to establish meaningful connections and making them come back for more.
That Friday evening, play time was only online. Save rare occasions, Thomas never did in-person sessions because he felt less exposed sitting in front of a screen. That didn’t mean sessions weren’t as intense, though. Often, the opposite happened. In the absence of physical stimulation, she had to be more creative in accessing his mind and having do and feel the things she wanted. He was not a needy sub and respected her time and effort more than most. That was a good thing because it made her want to play with more often, maximizing their chances for fun. Sometimes, he had special requests, and she was about to honor one.

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