#FiveSentenceFiction: Medicine

 Back at her place Helena felt drained and lifeless: meeting Mistress G had been a challenge, and she was not sure she’d achieved what she wanted, win her Mistress’s trust.

It was hard for her to balance charm and submission, she was afraid of appearing to flirt, to attempt to seduce, instead of what she wanted, learn, mortify herself, seek humiliation without being degraded.

She knew the older woman would see through her, and despite the evident interest she had for her, would not forgive hypocrisy, nor false pretence.

Then she had to tell Sarah about her day – and night – at Mistress’s house: her partner was immensely tolerant, but equally would not take half truths for granted.

She walked slowly to the bathroom cabinet: there was solace for her tortured soul, and, hesitating a little, she picked up the small box that contained sleep for at least six hours, by then Sarah would be back, and she would be safe again, in the embrace of her lover.


  1. Honoré, in all your writing, you are true to yourself – your thoughts, your interests, your life. I admire and appreciate that about you, my friend. Thought this was a wonderfully expressed and as always, beautifully done. (((hugs))) 😉


  2. I’ve heard people say, “I’ll try anything once.” Whenever I read your posts it gives me the feeling that you’re one step ahead of them. 😉

    Write on brother!


  3. Hmm….Helena…Mistress G…bondage …a lover…Sarah. Thought she was going to take the pills to overdose… but instead she needs sleep before her lover Sarah returns. Here is one confused lady..and that’s me. lol. Intriguing.


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