This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.
“Take a deep breath in, dad.”
I comply, and immediately I feel a wave of pleasure and relaxation rush from my head down to the soles of my feet. My chest and belly expand and stretch the fabric of my tight shirt, a sensation I instantly associate with pleasure and obedience. I hold my breath—my Son didn’t give me permission to exhale just yet—and look at my image on the computer screen.
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