The resistance

The dregs of the migraine swirled around in a sluggish way leaving one feeling less than inclined to go to the gym. Of course it would have been the best place to go. Free endorphins are better than any little pill, but sometimes even one small and slightly masochistic slave just can't quite crank up the energy to run around the corner to it. It was a decision that one was regretfully bemoaning to Him...

I could always beat you, He offered helpfully

Um... no thank you. All pain is not equal as far as the body is concerned

I'm getting very mixed messages here, He said. There you are assuming the position...

He started this rather disturbing pantomime of flogging, with sound effects

Straitening up hastily from leaning on the bench for support... a mistake with a migraine might one add... one watched the show uneasily.  You are really not helping... at all. In fact you are adding to the general discomfort one is feeling.

Are you sure He asked, leering suggestively in one's direction. You ask for pain, assume the position and then complain when I offer to help.

He managed to look slightly aggrieved as though he was somehow the innocent party in all of this.

See that's what they do... turn things around and mess with your mind and your perceptions when you are weak and unable to shield yourself.  They make you question and second guess yourself until you no longer know what reality is and what is their creation...

We shall not succumb. This blog is a record. It is the proof of what is being done...