This One is Yours
The roulette started spinning.
“This one is mine!” Thomas gloated.
“We’ll see about that…” Samantha teased.
The wheel spun faster and faster, black and red turning into a spiraling blur. When it finally stopped, the silver ball rested happily on the number…
“Zero. Thoughts. Will. Resistance.” She smiled. “You were saying…?”
“This one is yours…”
So… I’m not really much of a gambling person. I’ve never actually been inside a casino for instance. The occasional “lottery” ticket is the extent of my experiences, really. However, I always thought roulette was fun in a hypnotic kind of way, watching it go round and round, trying to predict where the ball will land only to be sidestepped at every turn. The idea of triggering someone with the wheel numbers is also appealing in a way so with that in mind I wrote this one…
I Can’t…
Bradley banged his head against the wall.
“FUCK!”
“Call her…” His subconscious urged.
“She told me not to.” He sobbed. “I can’t…”
“… disobey her even if it hurts?” His inner voice continued.
“YES!”
“Hmmm… and you say you’re not brainwashed. Soon, you’ll be calling her Princess, Queen… Mistress.”
Bradley banged his head again and whimpered.
The desire to serve a powerful woman and submit to her isn’t always an easy one to deal with. Why? Because true submission isn’t doing what you want the way you want and only when you want to, but doing what she wants the way she wants when she wants it. Pride and ego are the true enemies of true submission.
However, pride and ego can be reduced and/or extinguished with patience, perseverance, training, and brainwashing. This is true for fiction and non-fiction. In the piece above, Bradley is hurting because he was asked something he didn’t want to do and yet, going against her wishes is even more painful so he endures it despite what the voices in his head say. Why? Because she’s more important than his wants/needs. He’s desperate to serve her and be claimed by her. Deep down, Bradley is already her slave.
Reaperduction
Samantha’s sharp fingernails trailed the cold chest of her vacant-eyed ‘boyfriend’. He was still breathing, but not really alive. Like all flesh puppets before him, he was good for creating more of her, and occasional late-night snacks. Kinky thoughts were her favorite and he had plenty.
“Biological imperative my ass!” She thought. “This is fun.”
Oh, look, a punny title! You’ve seen those before, right?
Yeah, that’s how this piece started in my head. For some reason, I found myself combining the words reaper and reproduction and, the next thing I knew, the story was written.
I’m not sure what Samantha is supposed to be in this one really so I use the “demon” concept in a vague way. Perhaps she’s a Succubus. Perhaps she’s an extra-dimensional creature that happens to feed on thoughts and sex. I don’t know and I don’t care because… hmmm… because…
Minerva’s Madness
Mars looked at the golden cage Minerva was holding.
“Trying to kill me?” He spat.
“You are already dead but you can be reborn like Juppy here…” She beckoned the elder deity.
“This is madness!”
“Say that after being locked for an eon.”
Jupiter knocked him out and then red defiance turned to blue… balls.
This piece was inspired by a suggestion that graced my e-mail via the form below.
Rsk wrote the following:
Deity’s are ________ of all aging —-
While a bit vague, I immediately started thinking. Gods are… dying? Hmmm… sure. Of what? Old age? Hmmm… femdom mind control has to come from somewhere so… hmmm…
As I was mulling on this, another part of my brain asked: Which gods? Greek Gods have appeared in a few pieces in the past so I went with their roman equivalents. Mars is the God of War, Jupiter the equivalent of Zeus, and Minerva is commonly known as the Goddess of Wisdom. The moment I thought of wisdom, I envisioned its opposite and this funny scenario started playing out.
So yeah… usually when we talk about the death of gods in these mythological pantheons it’s because the people that worshiped them stopped doing so. Old Gods are social parasites, you see? They need people to love them to exist hence Minerva’s remark about Mars already being dead. However, she is a Goddess and therefore she has a brilliant idea. Humans don’t love her? Other gods will and thus she will never cease to be…