Looking Down
Bridget Weathers, The Mother Superior of The Church of Feminine Enlightenment, sat in her makeshift throne, black and red PVC outfit glued to her sensual body, heavy mascara adorning her coral blue eyes. She held a leather whip in her left hand and a leather-bound mid-sized tome in the right one with the words “Lilith’s Bible” carved on its cover. Below her, hands and feet shackled to the ground, cock ring keeping his erection in check, was Timothy Ford, a journalist whose relentless drive to pursue a story often put him in danger. Until that Sunday night, he had always escaped from harm more or less unscathed, but all lucky streaks run their course, and his time was up.
Bridget crossed her legs and closed her twisted version of The Good Book before finally acknowledging her prisoner with the most disdainful of looks.
“If you’re wondering why you’re all locked up and I’m looking down at you like this…” she began. “… the reason is quite simple. You see, as a woman, I’m superior to you in every way and so it’s only natural I look down at those who are weaker. I refused your request for an interview, Mr. Ford. You should have stayed away from my place of worship when you had the chance!”
“If you hadn’t been so secretive these last couple of months, I would have indulged you, but the public has the right to know what exactly you do around here, Miss Weathers!” He gnarled.
“The public will know in good time. The Words of the Goddess can’t be denied and everyone will live according to them, even you.”
“If you’re trying to convert me or something, forget it! Whatever it is you have planned for me, it will not work, you hear? It will not work!”
Bridget stood up and placed her six-inch heels on his bare chest until they drew blood. “Silly little man, it’s already working. I am an incarnation of the Goddess and as irresistible as her. Look at me as I look down at you and my magnetic gaze pierces both mind and flesh. No one has ever looked at you this way, bringing all of your frailties out into the open. Can you feel yourself shrinking before me with each passing second? Yes, my gaze reveals just how tiny you are compared to me, nothing but a particle of dust I can obliterate with a single breath. Just like all your fellow ‘men’, for years you believed in ridiculous notions of free will and control when all along and deep inside you were just an empty vessel waiting for someone to awaken your submissive traits and fill you with the meaningful content you deserve. Luckily, your search is over, for now you have found the real reason you walk this Earth. It is to serve and obey the truly dominant such as myself. You were born to surrender completely, and you must accept your true nature. You wanted a good story, didn’t you? How about the chronicle of your inevitable enslavement?”
Tim pushed hard against the restraints as she locked her hypnotic eyes on his own. Only one was going to break, and certainly not the chains.
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