Welcome to Saturday Shorts.
While writing short fiction is not for everyone, it does mean a focus on the words you choose. Writing should be as short as possible in order to tell your story so I am limiting myself to between 100 and 300 words, using increments of 50 only in order to force some additional discipline! The stimulus for my piece each week will come from a picture.
If you want to join in and do your own Saturday Shorts then please just leave your link in the comments section of my post that week and I will come and visit you. Feel free to use the badge.
He kept her on a leash, not because he saw her as being lower or less than him, but because he was more certain of her value than he had ever been about anything. It wasn’t because he thought that she might run either. She was so very obedient and […]
“You are such a good submissive. I know that you want to please me and do these things for me but tonight I am going to ask more from you. Tonight I would like to share you.” He watched her face and saw her hesitation. They had discussed it, of […]
He puts her in position and he waits. It takes five minutes until she accepts that she is going to be displayed like this. Objectified. A pretty piece of furniture for them to look at. He waits. After 10 minutes her muscles ache and she wonders if she can keep […]
She was his fallen angel. It was important to her that she was seen that way, not just by him but by herself too. In fact, by anyone who saw the parts she hid. It wasn’t that she wanted to hide them really, more that they were hard to acknowledge, […]
I am standing still, waiting for him. He is watching me but he hasn’t made a move. My body is sore, tense in its pose, my muscles aching for release. The awareness of my physical self and my inability to allow it comfort challenges my mind and, it too, slips […]
He positioned her on a chair and told her not to move. She was very self-conscious to begin with. The sheer blouse covering her left little to the imagination, but once his friends were assembled and began their evening, things changed. They laughed and chatted in small groups, so hardly […]
He has watched her for days now, his study. The details of every move and mannerism, the intonation of her voice, the cadence of her laughter. He know her as his. He has traced the lines of her body with the fingertip of his mind’s eye, the curve of her […]
“Shall I dance for you Sir?” she said, feeling playful “Dance for me? What did you have in mind, missy?” “I was thinking perhaps something burlesquey? I know you like that, Sir.” “I do Missy. I like you dancing for me very much.” He paused then for so long that […]
Being positioned in front of the mirror is clearly part of the plan. I realise quickly how clever he has been. I can see myself and that is difficult. More than that I can see him and I can see what he is doing. The partial eye of the glass […]
The laughter and fun that had been part of choosing their outfits and teasing each other about what was to come evaporated into the silence. The longer the both knelt waiting, the more time there was to think about what was to come, and the less they felt emboldened by […]
She had agreed to the rules, so why she had then made the choice not to follow them she didn’t know. She had a reason of course, she always did, but that was not the way it worked. Reasons after the event were too late. It came down to the […]
Continuing with my Saturday shorts theme, I have another snapshot put to words. I am wondering if I should make this a thing as I am really quite enjoying it. They had been taking pictures for a while. She was nervous to begin with as she didn’t know Mackay very […]
She knew that he was watching her squirm internally. He had told her not to move and she was trying really hard. She was so conscious of the plug inside her and couldn’t help tensing her muscles around it, as if to remind herself. She felt the heat on her […]
He has her in the window again. Does he do it for me, or for him?I think they know I watch. I think I am part of what they do. She has been there some time. My pot of coffee is gone and I should get on with the day. I am […]
What we find in a soulmate is not something wild to tame but something wild to run with. Robert Brault She was wild. She hid it under layers of convention, but it was there in her eyes. It flickered at him as she spoke. When he looked more deeply she […]
I saw Marie had posted something for Mrs Fever’s new Saturday writing project. Although Marie’s was a 100 word story, that isn’t a requirement of joining in, but I thought that I would give it a go. So here is my own drabble. Sharing me is a fantasy of HL’s […]