Monday, September 28, 2009

Micro Fantasy monday #47

Frustration

I thrust
You parry
I explain
You reload
Our thoughts have somehow
Gotten to cross-purposes
Till neither of us
Can listen to the other
But instead prepares
The next arguement
To be skillfully inserted
Where it will cause the most pain

Soulmates we may be
But that doesn't mean
That we
Agree
Forever

But sometimes I wish we did

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Somehow I missed the last few weeks - I kept looking thinking that Ang's blog would come back up, but I think I had a bogus URL and I never saw the new (or rebuilt) blog come up until I noticed that @PandaDementia had a new (in fact several new) MfM's on her blog, tracing down an FFF of hers that I missed. Anyway this should be a little more micro than my usual efforts.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Friday Flash Fiction #22

The Jedi's Slave: Beginning Again

Again she walked across the floor to the leader. She knew that Jar Gon was despondent - he sensed he was losing her, but he also knew - they both did - that she must make her contribution to the republic. She bowed.

"Sir, I have a question"

"Lara, please. Speak you will"

"Sir, the hardest thing is for me to give up is my slave submission to Jar Gon. It complicates everything. Is there a way I can serve as a Jedi and still be submissive to him?"

His eyes glittered - a smile on his small face.

"Lara, believe I do that you have been placed on this planet to challenge us all"

They both laughed.

"This consider I must"

"Sir - if I can continue as a submissive to only him, I would do whatever you and the council feel best. If not, I would want to stay as I am. I know that I would be giving up much..."

"Lara. Too strong you are to allow failure. A success we must find."

He turned and walked across the room, lost in meditation.

She returned and started to sit at Jar Gon's feet. He stood instead and pulled her to him.

"Little one, I know what you prefer, and it is indeed what I prefer. But it may not be best for the republic."

She interrupted him

"No Master. Please..."

"If we must - I will relelase you from your slave contract"

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They rode home, silent for a while, The air conditioner struggled to overcome the heat and humidity that had left their clothes plastered to their bodies.

"Padawan" he began.

She cringed.

"Master..."

"Padawan your first assignment is to determine how our Ordelian bretheren are passing messages without encountering our decryption barriers. We believe it to be buried in some simple file structure, perhaps in the matrix of an image file. Steganographic analysis is called for here. But you knew that."

She was silent. It would be a difficult day.

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BTW this is exactly how terror groups in europe were circulating messages. If you look at the jpeg spec it is open ended, meaning it is easy to add a data type that passes non-encrypted data that is invisible unless you're a hacker. Like I am...

The Last Midweek Missed Connection

You brightened up my day - Wilshire District, w4m

So there I am all day with my boring little job in my boring little lobby. The UPS guy is old and the Fed Ex guy is married and all the sales people are stuck up beautiful women - yuck. And then you came in. Be still my heart, for real - I was afraid you'd hear it beating. You were there to drop off flowers for one of the Vice Presidents - everybody says she's a real bitch. You must be a delivery boy, but hair so beautiful I want to touch it, leather jacket and tight pants. Everytime I think of you I get wet. Oops - did I say that? Well, you're not likely to read this, but if you ever do you have a real admirer.

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Patty was jolted from her pleasant daydream by the jangle of her phone. Not the receptionist's number that she always answered, but the one assigned to her personally. It never rang.

"Miss Newsome, after the close of business you are to report to Miss Miller's office. Room 1400"

"Yes ma'am"

She wasn't sure who was in room 1400 but that was the top floor so she must have been important. Patty couldn't figure out why she could be wanted. She started worrying - what if this was a lay-off? The rest of the day dragged on and on.

Room 1400 was a huge office, covered with expensive-looking oak panelling, a view of the city to die for. Miss Miller was, according to the plaque on the door, Senior Vice President.

The next hour Patty was grilled. Miss Miller was interested in her personal life and seemed happy when Patty told her typical story - small town girl in the big city, didn't know anybody, no boyfriend, no family. Miss Miller cleverly got every shred of Patty's life out in the open without giving anything in return.

Finally she leaned back in the expensive leather chair.

"Well, young lady, I'm going to move you up here where you'll work under my direct supervision. You'll get a small promotion - I'll let your manager know she has to find a replacement tomorrow. In the meantime she can remember what its like to sit in the lobby. You'll be coming home with me tonight."

She had Patty sign a number of forms - she didn't read them at all, just assumed that they were connected to her new job. At length Miss Miller pressed a button on her desk and asked for her car to be brought around.

"Come, dear"

Patty followed her like an anxious puppy. Down the elevator to the front where the limousine was waiting. Patty felt lost in the back seat - Miss Miller reached over and touched her knee.

"Don't worry. You'll get what you have coming, dear"

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Patty was still confused as the they pulled up to a palatial home. They were greeted by a servant.

"We'll be in my study. Have James join us imediately"

"Yes Madam"

Patty followed her into a room that was similar to the office. Impressive - Patty couldn't help but wonder what her part would be.

"So young lady you feel you have had a boring job in a boring lobby, and that whomever those flowers were for is a real bitch, hmmm?"

Patty jumped, sucked in her breath.

"Miss Miller, I..."

"Save it. The dear boy that you were drooling over is my boy toy, young lady. My property, since he has signed a slave contract to me. "

Patty stammered.

"I didn't mean it. Truly I didn't"

Tears welled in her eyes.

"Oh, yes you did. Don't lie to me, or you'll be in more trouble. And don't start crying yet. Did you even look at the papers you signed in my office?"

Patty shook her head

"I thought not. Well dear, you just agreed to submit to my total control. Total. And that includes punishment when your behavior is inappropriate. And I think putting yourself up on Craigslist like that was inappropriate. Don't you?"

Patty couldn't help but nod. She had the awful feeling she'd had as a little girl when she knew she'd done something wrong and her mother was about to get out the hairbrush. Subconsciously she reached back and covered her bottom.

A gentle knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Come in James"

Patty gasped as the boy she had so desired stepped into the room.

"Yes Ma'am. You called"

"This is the girl I told you about James"

A small smile played around his mouth.

"Yes Ma'am"

Miss Miller smiled as well.

"Well we'll see if she gets wet whenever she sees you. James, go up to my bedroom and bring me down the hairbrush"

He bowed and swiftly left the room. He was back in a moment. In his hand was a hairbrush - an awful-looking one. Patty couldn't help but start to cry. Miss Miller pulled out a straight chair and sat down, looking imperious in her expensive clothes. She was the picture of power to Patty.

"Come here, dear. You're going to learn what punishment is"

Patty blushed.

"Please don't spank me in front of him. Please."

Miss Miller smiled.

"What's the matter, dear - feeling second thoughts about bad behavior?"

Patty begged her.

"Please. It would be awful having him see me get it..."

She felt embarassed. The boy she wanted so badly would be witness to her being punished like a girl.

As Miss Miller pulled her over her knee and bared her bottom arousal was the last thing on her mind.

"James, I think this will be a good lesson for you in the handling of girls who dont behave themselves"

"Yes Ma'am"

Patty could hear the smile in his voice. As the hairbrush came down for the first of many times she couldn't help but wonder what she had gotten herself into.

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This is the last issue of Midweek Missed Connections. I enjoyed it - I thought it was an unusual way to seed a story, and I expect that I may look to those ads for further inspiration. My thanks to Casey for coming up with this writing driver. I must say that I was somewhat surprised at the extent to which vanilla people would reveal themselves to the entire world.

Thanks, Casey.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Friday Flash Fiction #21

The Jedi's Slave: Reflecting

They lay together in the garden looking up at the sky, bathed in sweat after their extended lovemaking session had spilled from the bedroom, their mixed voices a libretto of love.

“Master this is a hard thing you lay on me”

“Well, if you like, I'll lay it on you again”

His voice smiled.

“Master that's not what I mean. I have trained to be a submissive, to bow to your will. Now you tell me I must make this decision myself and you wont even tell me what you want me to do”

“Lara it must be what you feel in your heart you want to do. Our entire civilization may depend on your unique abilities. It may be that you must sacrifice your desires for others. That is what the Jedi ideal of service is. And I cant be the one to choose – it must be you”

Lara rolled the possibilities over in her mind. No matter what she chose things would never be the same, she decided. Even if she stayed with Master she would still have responsibilities. Beyond his, in some ways. The other paths would have her gone for extended training, and then who knew where she would be sent.

“Master, no matter what, would I always be your submissive?”

“No matter what, if you wish”

She looked up at the stars.

“What is that one, Master?”

“Ophiuchus – the snake”

He always knew, and she was always amazed.

“That is how I feel, Master. Like I am dealing with snakes”

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As noted below this has been a very difficult few weeks for me - I wanted to post this since I think I've made every FFF and I hated to break the chain...
Midweek Missed Connections #11

I Was In Your Office – w4m

We were talking and then you walked out with me. You laughed at my story and then the
next morning, I walked by, you whispered "I Like you". I think you know by now "I like
you also". The attraction has always been. Respond if you know this is me.

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Rene – is this you? Has to be, that's exactly what happened. Stop by after work.
Charles

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She was on pins and needles waiting for five o'clock, feeling relieved as the workday ended. After freshening up she headed for his office. She flipped her hair, knocked on the closed door.

“Hi – come in”

The smile lit up his rugged face as he escorted her in, closed the door behind her.

“You know, I've never met anyone like this before”

She was still nervous, but relaxing. He held her small hand in his large one, and they talked. Little things. Big things. Finally she noticed it was dark.

“I probably should go”

He smiled his crooked smile, rose and led her out

“OK– we'll see each other again”

As they stepped out into the long corridor he touched her shoulder. She turned to him. They kissed, a long slow kiss. He pressed her against the wall, her arms around his neck.

“Mmmmmm – see you later”

She walked away slowly, her heels echoing. At the end of the corridor she looked back. He was leaning against the wall. He smiled and waved. She blew him a kiss and turned back.

“Thank you Craigslist”

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As usual this is a real CL post. Didn't change a thing.

Last two weeks have been difficult - physically, a bunch of tax stuff that took most of my time, and back to back races last weekend. So this is very very late.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Friday Flash Fiction #20

The Jedi's Slave: Decisions

Lara followed the young Lieutenant back to the council chambers. Jar Gon strode to meet him, and the two began talking animatedly. Jar Gon looked at her, a strange expression on his face. He turned and walked slowly back to the leader, bending and whispering in his ear for a long time. The leader stood and addressed the group of nine Jedi assembled.

“Lara must be made aware of her capabilities. Jar Gon. Explain to her the choices.”

He nodded

“Reconvene later we will.”

They were both quiet on the trip home. Lara was positive that she was in for a whipping.

As they stood in the living room she began to cry.

“Just get it over with.”

Jar Gon appeared astonished.

“This has nothing to do with that. It seems you have some abilities that I never realized”

Lara stopped crying.

“What?”

“It seems that your midichlorian count is higher than most Jedi. I’m not in your league”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that if the council so decides you could be sent for training tomorrow morning.”

Lara started to speak, but he placed his finger over her mouth.

“You also have the unusual combination of reflexes and thought processes that make an outstanding starfighter pilot – they don’t come down the pike very often”

She shook her head.

‘And finally, you have the unique option of being a bridge between the Jedi and the sisterhood. You would continue to live here with me, continue to play the same role, but you would report to the council as an extraordinary member.”

“And do my feelings matter at all?”

“Of course they do. That is why I have given your options. My feelings, unfortunately, do not matter”

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That evening she looked over at him.

“Master – if I have this high whatever count, what does it mean”

“It means that you can, with training, harness the force better than most of us Jedi”

She thought a moment, then giggled. A second later Jar Gon found himself laying naked above her.

“Put. Me. Down.”

She giggled again , then eased off her nightwear. He felt aroused by seeing her unclothed, but a second later an even greater reason presented itself. He felt as if his organ was in the sweetest lips ever felt, though she was not touching him. He hardened even more, almost embarrassed.

“Stop that”

Slowly he was lowered between her open thighs, pulled within her.

“Do you want to let go of me now?”

“Oh. Sorry Master”

As she felt him begin to thrust within her, her mind began to fade into a blue mist. She smiled as her passion rose

“I could get used to this.”

Friday, September 11, 2009

Midweek Missed Connections #10

Firefighter at my Starbucks - w4m - 23 (Stadium Fred Meyer)

Well, men rarely make me nervous... especially when I'm serving over a counter... but you did...tall with dark hair...sigh...handsome... you undid the Velcro of your pants to stuff your money in your jeans pocket... and it turned me on. I'd never seen you there before...what did you get... just straight coffee. My kind of man. Did you put creme in at the condiment bar or just sugar? Will you come back and make me nervous again? Or perhaps even reach over the counter and... hmmmm.... where is this going? You tell me.

Twas August 31st... morning some time.

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I was tired and the water from the pumper truck had soaked through to my uniform and all I wanted was a hot cup of joe. So here's this sweet little thing up on tiptoes to hand my coffee to me – I remember looking up after I undid my cargo pocket to stuff the change back in and she was looking at my crotch. Boy did she snap her head away, but I caught the red face as she did. She was cute.
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“Hi there”

I put both elbows on the counter and leaned over. She turned around.

“Oh.”

“So I make you nervous?”

Hey eyes locked with mine. She nodded, then looked down.

“Good – shall I reach over the counter and see where this goes?”

She lit up with embarassment. I couldn't help smiling.

“Why dont you just bring me some coffee first. Black”

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This one I got from my Portland search last week. I wrote the story, but I wanted something else. Now it's grown on me so I submit it this week.