Femdom Mind Control Flash Fiction
Winter and Summer
by S.B.
Aaron tries to hit on Summer but the young woman isn’t impressed and teaches him a lesson.
The young blonde woman, and only client at the store, approached the counter with a quizzical expression on her face and asked:
The late-twenties man on the other side, a guy that liked to chew gum loudly and tell silly jokes all day long rose from his chair and looked at her in a flirting manner. Since the boss wasn’t around, he was forward enough to ask for something completely out of line in return.
“Is that something you ask all your customers?” the woman retorted, intrigued.
“And does it ever work?” she insisted, inspecting the name printed on his badge: Aaron Thomason. He noticed that and responded on the fly.
“My name’s Summer”, she said with a smile of difficult interpretation.
“Summer, eh? Winter began less than a week ago, so I’m afraid you will have to wait approximately six months for your answer, sunshine. House policy, you know.”
He laughed out loud to contradict her.
“You’d be amazed,” she said mimicking the way he had said the same sentence less than a minute ago. At the same time, she was thinking of having fun with him.
Her original intention was to ask him where she could find the right shampoo to help maintain the natural radiance of her hair, but she had a change of heart in a flash. Her question turned out to be the strangest thing he would ever hear in his life.
“Huh… what?” he asked as the bubblegum whirled inside his mouth. He was close to swallowing it but ended up spitting it and hitting her straight in the left cheek.
“You heard me.”
“Oh, my question is as serious as it gets, but since you’re not answering me straight, I think it’s time for an extra… incentive….
“Now… about my question: where can I find some mind-controlled slaves around here?” Summer asked as if she didn’t know the answer already.
“Isn’t that sweet? And I bet you’re more than willing to do anything I ask of you, right now…. I bet you want to kneel, lick my heels, and suck my breasts like an obedient little pet… That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Beg, then. Beg for the chance to serve me!”
She smiled enigmatically once more, put a ten-dollar bill on the counter to pay for the products she had inside the plastic red basket, and waltzed towards the door. As she was leaving, she blew him a solitary kiss and winked, saying:
He didn’t.
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