The Pet
Very short and experimental story about a NSFW topic, BDSM, in the most SFW way possible? I tried to use as much figurative and descriptive language and wordplay as I could to create a somewhat haunting but also arousing atmosphere by giving the reader just the minimal amount to have a plot but also allowing the reader to fill in most of the details with what they think is happening, almost taking the role of the subject. If it works for you, I'd love to hear more suggestions on topics to write about in this style and also any critiques to enhance the experience! I'm very sorry to my watchers but also thankful, whom, may have been patiently waiting on my other story which I'm stuck feeling in between about continuing it. But I hope this little thing kind of makes up for my lack of writing.
He sits there so fragile. His eyes do not wander nor do they lust with wonder; he is blind. A spirit in shambles only held up by chains in the perpetual darkness. He is awoken from his slumber. Something warm brushes against his cheeks, the scent of something sterile mixed with musk. A tightening sensation felt from the back of his head. His jaw tensing, his throat clenching with the ache to speak. A man who speaks so few words, but just enough to soothe the soul. Life somehow still pulsates with echoes in the empty chamber. A rattling shake, a slithering snake coils itself around his body. His air becomes limited. A fight to survive only tempts the force at hand to become more erratic, his life on auction until the bidding is complete.
He is free-!
But the stormy sea does not relent. He is rocked to and fro as the thrashing waves of flurries and emotions overcome him. His body tires as he tries to weather out the storm. A burning sensation that strikes like a flash of lightning startles him back awake in the moment, followed by a deep yet boisterous, rumbling thunder and the overpowering stench of salt. It is over. A resounding pat on the head and cheeks with the sprinkle of rain, trickling down from a storm far passed, is all he gets before the heavy clamoring of footsteps and soft muttering exit his ears. He is rendered breathless, speechless, his mouth still agape. His body shudders as a silent cry is released, a love that comes from a tainted hole filled with memories. He feels empty but he knows, that time, will come again. Love in its ultimate form is one of sacrifice. To willingly surrender all will and cease living in the eyes of the real world while still being the world to someone else takes love and trust. He lives life in a cage but some wouldn't want to live life any other way.