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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. 

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.

Aw, man, why do you do this to me all the time? Why do you make me remember everything when there’s nothing I can do but sit here and dwell on it? 

Surely you’ve had enough fun with me by now. I told you, if you let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone where I’ve been or what I’ve been doing. I’ll make something up. I’ll tell everyone I was a drug addict or I was in a coma or something. Anything, but I promise your name will never come up.