Why Bad Things Happen to Good Masochists
» S&M Fantasies
A misleading title. I was resting, visualizing my latest bad idea - my penis repeatedly jabbed with the point of a pin - when the phrase popped into my head.
That brought implausible, at least unlikely to be lived fantasies to mind. And I realized I’d left something (well lots of things) out when writing of isolation and neglect.
So simple and basic yet one of the best bad things I’ve ever fantasized.
There I am in the backyard. Perhaps in one of those tall chain link dog cages that have often trapped my imagination. Or just chained to a pole.
It starts to rain. One of those sudden summer downpours so common back in Savannah. Sheets of water crash into me. There’s no way to hide or escape.
When the rain ceases I feel a helpless lowly thing.
