being in grave danger, but I’m not telling her that. She has only to do what I mandate and I will take care of any other issues. To put it simply, Kansas is mine; she just doesn’t know it yet.
My attention is drawn away as I listen to the counseling session going on with Dr. Winslow. He has no idea that I bugged his office. I still have the issue of him signing off on my medical documents but I’m more concerned with how far this crazy fuck will go to complete the research he is so dead set on. I remember him telling me once that there is a thin line between crazy and sane and I’m fully aware that the good Doc has crossed that line.
I push the thoughts out of my mind and begin listening to the session he is presently engaged in.
Doctor Winslow
I eye the cookie cutter suburban housewife seated on my couch telling me that she is just not happy. I shake off the intrusive thought of smacking her face and jarring her back into reality. There are people who would give anything to have the pampered life her husband has given her. The poor guy probably works sixteen hours a day to give her everything she needs and it still isn’t good enough. She’s a typical fucking whore, using some guy to get ahead and then whining that he still isn’t doing enough to make her happy.
I’m relieved to hear the timer go off and I inform her I will see her next week for our weekly session. I’m so tired of seeing these people come into my office when they aren’t in need of a psychiatrist. What they need is a counselor and it offends me that my profession isn’t taken more seriously. This is a prime example of why my research needs to be done—so I will attain the respect I deserve.
I didn’t spend thirteen years in school, at the top of my class, to counsel disgruntled housewives. I’m a fucking genius and I don’t care what I have to do to get the respect I deserve, I’m going to do it.
After all, it is for the greater good. At least, that’s what I continue to tell myself. Perhaps the patient I called this morning will be more promising for what I have planned. I released her when I took Kansas on as research. All it will take to draw her back in is a lie. She was desperate for closure with her negligent mother and me waving the prospect of giving it to her is certain to draw her right back into my research.
Chapter Nine
Kansas
As odd as it is to be here in a mansion where I was first brought against my will, I have adjusted quite well. I am amazed with the fact I am happier than I have ever been. I can only attribute it to the fact that I am doing what I love.
I find it silly that he has chosen to command me to specifically write bedtime stories. Why didn’t he just tell me to write a book or a story? I’m certain there is a reason for it. Everything that Trent does has a reason behind it. Perhaps he feels that writing vignettes is an easier feat than trying to take on the task of writing a whole book. I have to admit, it is easier for the mere fact that vignettes don’t necessarily have all of the elements of even a short story. With no beginning and no necessary conflicts, they just are… kind of like my relationship with Trent. It just is.
I find myself thinking of him throughout the day because I never know when he will make his presence known. There is no system with Trent and it makes it impossible to figure him out. The one thing that is for certain is he doesn’t tolerate disobedience and, with that thought in mind, I begin to peck away on my computer.
I have even gone so far as to name my series, ‘Suited slave.’ It’s a collection of stories about a woman who is an alpha female executive during the day and a slave to her Master by night. It addresses the age old question of why a woman who is a leader in the workforce would choose to be a follower to her man behind closed doors.
Suited slave
The kneel…
If you were to view my Master out in public you would see a white
My attention is drawn away as I listen to the counseling session going on with Dr. Winslow. He has no idea that I bugged his office. I still have the issue of him signing off on my medical documents but I’m more concerned with how far this crazy fuck will go to complete the research he is so dead set on. I remember him telling me once that there is a thin line between crazy and sane and I’m fully aware that the good Doc has crossed that line.
I push the thoughts out of my mind and begin listening to the session he is presently engaged in.
Doctor Winslow
I eye the cookie cutter suburban housewife seated on my couch telling me that she is just not happy. I shake off the intrusive thought of smacking her face and jarring her back into reality. There are people who would give anything to have the pampered life her husband has given her. The poor guy probably works sixteen hours a day to give her everything she needs and it still isn’t good enough. She’s a typical fucking whore, using some guy to get ahead and then whining that he still isn’t doing enough to make her happy.
I’m relieved to hear the timer go off and I inform her I will see her next week for our weekly session. I’m so tired of seeing these people come into my office when they aren’t in need of a psychiatrist. What they need is a counselor and it offends me that my profession isn’t taken more seriously. This is a prime example of why my research needs to be done—so I will attain the respect I deserve.
I didn’t spend thirteen years in school, at the top of my class, to counsel disgruntled housewives. I’m a fucking genius and I don’t care what I have to do to get the respect I deserve, I’m going to do it.
After all, it is for the greater good. At least, that’s what I continue to tell myself. Perhaps the patient I called this morning will be more promising for what I have planned. I released her when I took Kansas on as research. All it will take to draw her back in is a lie. She was desperate for closure with her negligent mother and me waving the prospect of giving it to her is certain to draw her right back into my research.
Chapter Nine
Kansas
As odd as it is to be here in a mansion where I was first brought against my will, I have adjusted quite well. I am amazed with the fact I am happier than I have ever been. I can only attribute it to the fact that I am doing what I love.
I find it silly that he has chosen to command me to specifically write bedtime stories. Why didn’t he just tell me to write a book or a story? I’m certain there is a reason for it. Everything that Trent does has a reason behind it. Perhaps he feels that writing vignettes is an easier feat than trying to take on the task of writing a whole book. I have to admit, it is easier for the mere fact that vignettes don’t necessarily have all of the elements of even a short story. With no beginning and no necessary conflicts, they just are… kind of like my relationship with Trent. It just is.
I find myself thinking of him throughout the day because I never know when he will make his presence known. There is no system with Trent and it makes it impossible to figure him out. The one thing that is for certain is he doesn’t tolerate disobedience and, with that thought in mind, I begin to peck away on my computer.
I have even gone so far as to name my series, ‘Suited slave.’ It’s a collection of stories about a woman who is an alpha female executive during the day and a slave to her Master by night. It addresses the age old question of why a woman who is a leader in the workforce would choose to be a follower to her man behind closed doors.
Suited slave
The kneel…
If you were to view my Master out in public you would see a white
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