When idea for this week’s microfantasy came to me, I thought it was a short story, easily fitting into the Microfantasy Monday parameters. I was mistaken, it’s much longer than this, so I’ve given you the beginning to ponder until I can finish the whole.
Thanks as always to Ang, the Sweltering Celt, bringer of weekly Microfantasy Monday goodness. The theme this week is Symbols.
I flew into the small regional airport with a bag over my shoulder, a piece of paper clutched in my hand and a smile on my face. The piece of paper contained instructions. They were very simple, to the point and entirely wordless.
I stepped out of the plane and looked at the paper, not that I didn’t have it memorized already. The picture of a car, then a plus sign followed by a dollar sign indicated I was to take a taxi to my destination. At the bottom of the sheet, another row of pictures and symbols showed a door with a bush next to it, an arrow pointing to a clothed stick figure, followed by a minus sign and a drawing showing articles of clothing. I was to strip down outside before entering the cottage. Another arrow pointed to a stack of items to one side of the door. I was to take the time to fold my clothing before going inside.
I got into the taxi and gave the address to the driver. I thought about the next instruction and felt the heat rising in my face. She wasn’t allowing me a gradual descent into obedience, she was going to test me from the start. I paid the taxi driver and walked toward the door slowly, hoping he’d drive away quickly. Putting my bag down, I took a deep breath and a quick glance around. View of the front door was only partially obscured by bushes. I realized with a start that I had better get on with it, she was sure to have heard the taxi come and go and was probably growing more impatient with each second. Blushing furiously, I pulled my clothing off quickly, folded it carefully and piled it on my bag. Then I tried the door. For a second, the stiffness of the doorknob made my heart stop, but then it turned and I slipped inside quickly.
On the floor, just inside the door, was another piece of paper. On it, a drawing of a table with a circle and a line with a small loop at the end followed by a plus sign and the circle-arrow symbol of masculinity. I walked to the small table not far from the front door and picked up the collar. My collar. This collar made me Her boy, and it wasn’t merely a symbol of Her ownership of me, putting it on would transform me. I sighed with contentment as I fastened it around my neck. I then picked up the leash and clipped it onto the collar. The next set of instructions was there on the table. It showed a stick figure on hands and knees with a collar, leash in mouth. The arrow following it pointed to another door, upon which she’d drawn a crown.
I got down on the floor and crawled down the hallway, in the direction I presumed would lead to the master bedroom and Her.
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