Allergies
Oscar looked at the flogger she was holding, already anticipating the inevitable sting.
“I’m allergic to pain, you know?” he gulped.
“Not for long…” Maria whispered, waving it in front of his eyes, back and forth, back and forth…
His muscles stiffened as his thoughts declined. All allergies were about to be cured for good.
I’ve been told hypnotic medicine does wonders but I really am allergic to pain just like the main character in this one. It serves as a good basis for a story though.
Exaggeration
“And this is patient thirty. He believes that all women here are mind-controllers that want to enslave him,” Dr. Jones said. “Quite the exaggeration.”
All interns nodded silently except one.
“Why is he kissing that nurse’s ass so eagerly?” She asked.
“I said it was an exaggeration, not a complete lie,” the good doctor winked.
As a writer, I exaggerate things all the time when I want to convey a thought or deliver a specific line, but even exaggerations have to come from somewhere and just like they say, it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you, right?
Genesis
The first time they talked, it was a regular conversation, no second thoughts or third intentions, and yet an echo stirred.
And while most echoes fade away, some defy logic and keep reverberating, growing, blissfully capturing one’s soul with a single, mesmerizing word: “Submit”.
Bowing before her, the path lies clear.
He does. He will.
This one’s a piece of me, a piece of my story with the one that became my Mistress. A tale about beginnings that means a lot to me.