I’m Doing This For My Mistress
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All the characters are over 18.
It wasn’t always easy for Brent to get up in the morning. The damp chill of dawn seeped through the thin walls of his small, cluttered apartment, clinging to him like an unwelcome fog. Each day felt like a tug-of-war against the weight of the world and the expectations of stupid people, relentless forces that pressed upon his shoulders, leaving him gasping for breath in its suffocating embrace.
Outside, the city murmured its discontent; sirens wailed like banshees and the rumble of distant trains echoed under the concrete canopy, a symphony of despair and urgency that played day and night.
Yet through this chaos, a flicker of light beckoned him from beyond the shadows – the thought of her. “I’m doing this for my Mistress,” he reminded himself as he splashed cold water on his face, feeling the sharp clarity rush through him. Her image filled his mind like the glow of a candle in darkness, with an aura of strength that never let him down. She was the Domme of his dreams, the most perfect woman to ever walk the face of the Earth, and he loved her more than words could say for she was the reason he was still alive.
With a deep breath, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, the cool wooden floor beneath his feet tingling as if coaxing him back into reality. His dreams had been intense as usual, BDSM scenarios that would make all his friends blush. His Mistress was in every single one of them, but their connection ran deeper than that.
Sunlight filtered through the dusty window panes, illuminating forgotten trinkets and half-finished sketches that whispered tales of hope and creativity. One of them was a drawing of the darkest day of his existence, the day his doctor cloaked in sterile white, said with a grave yet compassionate expression, “Brent, you need a bone marrow transplant. It’s your best chance.” The words had hit him like a sledgehammer, shattering the remnants of his fragile world.
But it was she who had stepped into that darkness, illuminating his path with an unwavering light. His Mistress, whose real name he cherished as a sacred secret – Evelyn – had held his hand through the storm. She was no ordinary woman; The beautiful hypnotist possessed the kind of strength that could bend steel and soften hearts alike. Each moment they spent together became a lifeline, an anchor against the swirling chaos of his illness.
In those early days of treatment, when needles pierced his skin like thorns and chemicals coursed through his veins like poison, Evelyn turned every hospital visit into an escape from stark reality. With her velvety voice and neverending imagination, she created beautiful fantasies in his mind where he could have fun and enjoy the sweetest things in life. She was gentle when she needed to be and tough when he was ready to quit. He would never have made it through without her and he knew it.
“I’m doing this for my Mistress,” he repeated to himself, a mantra that fortified his resolve. He was alive and free, a gift he vowed to honor each day. He shuffled towards his wardrobe, a creaking wooden door that opened to reveal a haphazard collection of clothes – shirts with frayed collars and trousers that had seen better days, but all infused with the essence of his struggle and triumph.
Reaching in, Brent chose a crisp white shirt that had survived countless washes, its fabric still holding onto a faint scent of fabric softener and something of hers, like vanilla and cinnamon, or perhaps just the memory of her laughter dancing through the air, when he mustered the courage to ask her out on a date. He slipped it on and admired himself in the mirror – a man transformed from despair to hope, even if just for a moment.
Next came the charcoal-gray trousers, tailored yet comfortably loose. He always looked good on them, and she agreed. The fabric was cool against his skin as he fastened the belt, cinching it around his waist, a grounding embrace that reminded him of the support he drew from her love and power.
As he reached for the polished shoes tucked away in the corner, he caught sight of a small picture frame perched on his cluttered dresser – a candid photo of them together, caught mid-laughter during one of their weekend adventures in the nearest park.
The way she radiated joy was infectious; her golden hair glimmered in the sun, and her smile seemed to illuminate even the darkest corners of his heart.
She had hypnotized him that day as well, a sweet trance as soothing as a lullaby where the mantra he now held on to had first taken form. “You never quit. You never back away from a challenge. Everything you do, you do it for me,” she had said in the middle of his mental journey, and the rest was history.
“I’m doing this for my Mistress,” Brent said as he had breakfast and right after heading out the front door. Work was calling, another day in the machine of the service industry where everything was greasy and far more complicated than it needed to be, but as long as she was in his thoughts, controlling him and giving him purpose, everything was going to work out.
Getting up wasn’t always easy but he would do anything for the chance to make her smile and snuggle at her feet. All for her.
THE END
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