Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 51

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A Dominant Man

Craig was a dominant man. Standing tall at six feet three inches, he carried himself with an air of confidence that seemed to ripple through the very atmosphere around him. His dark hair, slicked back just enough to betray a hint of casualness, framed a chiseled face that seldom smiled but often regarded the world with an intensity that demanded attention. His deep-set blue eyes were like stormy seas – unpredictable yet mesmerizing – capable of igniting fear or stirring admiration depending on his mood.
In the sleek glass towers of Titan Enterprises, where Craig held court as the CEO, respect was not given; it was earned, and he was an expert in the art. The spacious boardroom, adorned with oak paneling and a breathtaking view of the city skyline, buzzed with the low hum of conversation as subordinates shuffled papers and reviewed presentations, their eyes flickering toward Craig who commanded their attention without uttering a word. He was the epitome of masculinity.
Except in the bedroom. After work, the narrative took on a different hue, one that danced between the lines of submission and devotion.

(…)


Controlling You

Something amazing is going to happen today, something you never expected to be true: I’m going to control your mind and turn you into my slave.
That’s right… All those stories you read about powerful women taking over people’s thoughts and forcing them to submit are about to come true. I’ll be your Mistress, and you’ll bow down before me.
There are many ways I could do this, but I’ll go with something simple, classic even. Do you see my ring? Look at it. See the way the light catches on the polished surface, the way it glimmers and shines like a beacon? My ring holds power, but it’s not just the jewel that enchants – it’s the promise of what lies beyond its sparkle. Focus on it. Let your gaze soften as you allow the light to wrap around your consciousness like a warm embrace.
Breathe in. With each inhale, the air becomes heavier, infused with an intoxicating energy that wraps around your senses. You can’t help but follow my finger as it dances before you, tracing invisible patterns in the air; a silent rhythm that beckons you closer.

(…)


Endless Control

“Remember, whatever you see, please don’t scream, do you understand?” Rachel said.
“Yeah, yeah…” Marjorie shrugged. “What are you keeping in there, anyway?”
“You’ll see.”
Rachel pushed the heavy wooden doors of the barn open, the ancient hinges groaning in protest.
Dust motes danced in the fading light that seeped through the cracks in the weathered boards, illuminating the musty interior. The scent of damp hay and decaying wood filled the air, tinged with a hint of something metallic and wild.
As they stepped inside, Marjorie’s eyes widened, adjusting to the twilight gloom. She could just make out the outlines of forgotten farm equipment scattered about – rusted plows leaned against crumbling stone walls, and large sacks of seeds sagged in one corner like forgotten memories.
But Rachel didn’t stop; she led her deeper into the cavernous space, her footsteps echoing against the rough-hewn floor.
“Are you sure this is safe?” Marjorie whispered, glancing over her shoulder as if expecting something to leap from the shadows.
“Trust me.”
Rachel’s voice was steady, a quiet fortitude that pushed them further into the heart of the barn. As they moved, the air grew cooler, heavy with anticipation. At last, they reached a circular hole in the ground, too perfect to have been dug up by human hands. They descended an old wooden ladder into the darkness, following a narrow corridor until they arrived at an inner chamber bathed in a soft luminescence that seemed too vibrant for the dim space they had just traversed. The light exuded a gentle glow, cascading from a cluster of crystalline formations jutting from the earth like jagged teeth of some great beast. They pulsed rhythmically, casting kaleidoscopic patterns against the walls that shimmered like starlit skies.
And there, chained to the ground in an ornate collar of silvery links, was the strange purple creature.

(…)


How Did It Come To This?

Calvin liked it hard. The bigger the strap-on Olivia used to ram up his ass the better. But it hadn’t always been like this. There was a time when he loathed anything pertaining anal sex and the thought of having a woman sodomize him for her pleasure made him sick to her stomach. So what changed? How did it come to this?
“Yeah, how?” his mate Walter asked. “Is Brenda’s pussy made of gold or something?”
“It wasn’t her,” Calvin shrugged.
“You let another woman fuck your ass? Now, this I’ve got to hear!”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, dude! That’s not what I meant.”
“Then please explain yourself because you’re confusing me. Why are you into that kinky shit now?”
“It was a friend of hers,” Calvin reached for a beer can and handed him another. They were sitting on the porch of his house, watching the sun set in the bustling city. It was Sunday and they both dreaded going back to work first thing in the morning. “A hypnotist. She changed my way of seeing things and made me embrace the unexpected.”
“Hypnosis?” Walter scoffed. “I didn’t know you were that weak-willed! So, she swung a pendant before your eyes, made you sleep, and turned you into your girlfriend’s bitch? Oh man, how pathetic is that?”

(…)

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Simple Being, Middle name Creative. Writer and artist with a penchant for themes of Female Domination, Hypnosis and Mind Control. My thoughts are my own except when they're not.

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