Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 7

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.

Are You Done?

Every member of Jonah’s family had a different profession. His father was a dentist and his mother, a real estate agent. He worked as an insurance salesman and his baby sister was a well-respected lawyer. His older sister was the only one with a job that defied societal conventions: she was a hypnodomme.

Camryn Wylde, known as Mistress WyldeHeart online, was an early-forties force of nature with subjects from all over the world. She conducted sessions from her apartment in downtown Austin, Texas. Her specialties were goddess worship, pet training, and financial domination, the latter of which resulted in hundreds of devoted thralls ready to throw money at her feet whenever she snapped her fingers. With her, anything could be a trigger and people would fail to realize it until it was already too late.

Jonah didn’t like visiting her on a work day, always expecting to find her seducing a stranger on camera, but he had to, this time. The preparations for their mother’s sixty-second birthday were underway, and she was a driving force behind them.

“Hello?” Jonah asked as he approached Camryn’s front door and found it unlocked. “Cammie, are you there?”

(…)

Bigger and Bigger

So, you want to have a big cock, huh? A really big cock that will make all men envy you and all women desire you? Okay, there are supplements for that, and have you tried surgery? I heard it can produce real miracles nowadays, so why are you here, looking into femdom hypnosis? Yes, I can feed your mind with suggestions of greatness and whatnot, but it’s unlikely you’ll get the results you’re looking for. Are you sure you want to go through with this?

Okay, it’s your money, and I like to give people what they want, so let’s give it a go and see how things play out. Sit comfortably in you chair or lay your head down on a fluffy pillow and close your eyes. Clear your mind from all unwanted ideas and focus only on the sound of my voice. You can do that, can’t you? Only my words… only my voice… allow yourself to slowly sink into what I’m telling you, unburdened by the madness of the world around us. This is a safe place where your fantasies and desires need not stay hidden. Let them come forth now.

Keep your eyes closed and think big, all the big things in the world that you love and adore.

(…)

Reprogrammed

When Oliver opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a black screen pressed against his face with a single word in white capital letters displayed in the center. The word was “OBEY”.

Oliver was chained to a metal pole inside a cold room, and wearing a futuristic VR helmet he knew all too well for he had designed it. High heels clicked all around him and though he couldn’t see the woman wearing them, the scent of her perfume was in the air. Immediately, her name rushed to his dry lips.

“Katherine? I know you’re there. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Good morning, Oliver. Well, probably not that good for you seeing you’re my prisoner and all. I hoped you liked last night’s party because it was the last of your life as a free man.”

“What’s this all about? What do you want?” he spat.

 

(…)

Wendy’s Secret

There was something strange about Wendy’s eyes. Whenever Amanda looked into them, she always got the feeling she was staring at an elaborate illusion, a magical veil to conceal the true abominable nature lurking within. Her girlfriend was a woman of many secrets, most of them were undoubtedly dangerous but she couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. The attraction was fierce and relentless, an obsession given form by pure lust. Wendy was going to be the ruin of her eventually, and she couldn’t wait for that day to come.

The two lovers were cuddling in bed after an hour of intense strapon sex. Wendy had fussed Amanda’ pussy and mouth repeatedly, and always with the same cruel plastered on her lips. When it was time to switch, the kindergarten teacher was too exhausted to move.

“You always do this…” Amanda grumbled, arms stretching outwards as if she were crucified atop the pink sheets.

“Do what?” Wendy rolled on top of her lover and gently bit her nipples.

(…)

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