One Year of Flash Fiction
Seeing the Truth
by S.B.
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#dom:female
#enslavement
#f/f
#femdom_hypnosis
#mind_control
#sub:female
#confusion
#f/m
#flash_fiction
#humiliation
#punishment
#sub:male
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All the characters are over 18.
Day 26 of the One Year of Flash Fiction challenge. In today's tale, Oliver’s eye doctor shows him the truth of the world.
Oliver hated doctors and examinations of any kind. If he had the chance, he would avoid them all, but as he grew older, his body conspired against him at every turn. After being plagued by stomach problems the month before, his eyes were now to blame.
The optometrist’s office loomed ahead, a small glass-fronted building that appeared quite cheerful with its colored awnings and the whimsical mural of cartoonish eyeballs peeking from behind oversized glasses. As Oliver stepped through the door, he was greeted by a soft chime that rang out like a distant bell.
Inside, the atmosphere was both sterile and comforting. The walls were painted a soft shade of aquamarine, soothing to the eye yet clinical in its sharpness. To the right of the front door, a fountain bubbled gently, its sound reminiscent of distant ocean waves. Small potted plants adorned every corner, their green leaves vibrant against the muted backdrop.
A friendly receptionist sat behind a sleek, modern desk made of polished laminate. Her bright smile radiated warmth amid the clinical chill. Her name tag read “Maya,” and she welcomed Oliver with a cheerful lilt that seemed to lighten the air around him.
“Good afternoon! Welcome to Visionary Eyes,” she chimed, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she pulled up his appointment details. “Mr. Morton, I presume? Dr. Collins will see you soon. Would you like to take a seat?”
Maya motioned toward a row of plush chairs upholstered in soothing taupe fabric. They were arranged around a low coffee table strewn with glossy magazines featuring dazzling models flashing perfect smiles. He hesitated for a moment before settling onto one chair, its cushion enveloping him like a friendly embrace.
After a few minutes, Dr. Elizabeth Collins called his name. She emerged from a doorway at the back of the office, and Oliver’s breath hitched.
Dr. Collins was striking in an understated way, exuding an aura of quiet confidence that immediately put him at ease despite his reservations. Her hair, a cascade of copper waves, fell over her shoulders, catching the light and reflecting shades of gold like autumn leaves kissed by the sun. She wore a crisp white lab coat over a deep emerald blouse that complemented her hazel eyes, which sparkled with intelligence and warmth.
“Mr. Morton? This way, please,” she said, her voice smooth and melodic, carrying an undertone of genuine kindness that made it difficult for Oliver to remember why he disliked being here.
He followed her to a little square cubicle with a padded chair, a screen, and a handful of devices whose designation eluded him. His fingers tapped a staccato rhythm against the armrest as she adjusted her glasses and smiled.
“Alright, Mr. Morton,” she began, “today’s tests are unconventional, but I assure you they’re safe.” She gestured toward a peculiar contraption that resembled a cross between a kaleidoscope and a space-age helmet.
“What do I need to do?” he asked, squinting at the device as if it might spring to life and swallow him whole.
“Just relax,” she said as she placed the shimmering helmet on his head. The moment it settled over him, Oliver felt a tingling rush of energy course through his body, as if the device were awakening some dormant part of him. “This will help you see the world better,” she added.
As Dr. Collins adjusted the controls, the helmet's interior came alive with a chromatic spectacle that shifted and swirled around him. Vibrant hues cascaded and blended into one another, creating intricate patterns that pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. He was immediately enchanted.
“This is an advanced visual stimulation tool,” she explained, her voice echoing within the confines of the helmet. “It’s designed to enhance cognitive function and improve perception. Just breathe and allow your mind to drift as the colors weave their magic around you.”
Oliver felt himself slipping further into the depths of the kaleidoscopic wonderland. Each swirl and shimmer tugged at his subconscious, pulling him away from his mundane worries, his anxieties dissipating like wisps of smoke. Dr. Collins’s voice resonated, becoming a melodic undercurrent to the vibrant visuals.
“Close your eyes for a moment,” she instructed, and he complied, surrendering to her soothing command. “Now envision a world—your world—transformed.”
Suddenly, images began to form behind his eyelids; scenes of vivid landscapes unfurled like pages from a storybook. He saw towers entwined with ivy reaching toward the sky, where women clad in flowing gowns gazed down upon bustling cities below. Oliver could sense the strength radiating from these women, their eyes filled with love. They were goddesses admiring the men working for them, dutiful thralls who lived only for their pleasure.
“Can you see it already? Paradise unchained?” Dr. Collins. “The perfect world is one where women rule and men serve as their obedient toys. Your eyes will crave this from now on and yearn to make it happen every single day of your life. Relax and take it all in. You want this to happen.”
Oliver hated doctors but here was one he could agree with. It was the best eye exam of his life.
THE END
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