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Ficta, part 3 of 5
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(Ficta, part 3 of 5)
``What is your name?''
``I do not remember, Master,'' she answered truthfully,
``But I know I am your slave.''
``And what is my name?''
``I do not remember that either, Master.'' She added after
knotting her brow briefly in thought: ``I call you by the title
`Master' because it is what you are to me.''
``Good, my dear. I think you shall find me a pleasing
Master. I have never been exceedingly lusty, and I have somewhat
less interest than I did when I was younger. But I still desire
the use of your body, and you shall not go without. I seek to
have, also, a woman who body I may play with, experiment on, toy
with. There are many things which I wish to do to your flesh,
and to your mind. I will reprogram you mind so that you will
unable to disobey me; what I say will be like your own will in
your body. '' He paused a moment. ``Does this please you?''
``Yes, Master, it pleases me.''
He smiled warmly at her. ``Good, my love. Let us begin.''
He left the room, and she hung there patiently. When he
returned, he wore a white robe which hung to his ankles, and he
carried a ring of keys and more manacles in his hands. He
unlocked her ankles, then her hands, carrying her limbs down to
ease the pain of their release, stiff and sore he knew they would
be. He kneaded her shoulders for a moment, then he brought her
wrists together behind her back and locked them that way. He
fastened a loose loop of chain about her waist, from which hung
another length of chain to her knees. He put a manacle about
each ankle, and these were connected by a chain in the middle of
which met the length from her waist; in this way the chain of her
hobbles would be lifted from the floor so she would not trip.
Then he locked a wide steel collar about her neck, and from this
collar was a chain leash.
With one hand at her lower back, and one hand holder her
leash, he steered her out of the room by way of a doorway on the
other side from which she entered. They passed through a small
hallway with pleasant small floral print wallpaper, a small
antique table with a vase of flowers, all reminding her of an
apocryphal aunt's home, and then they came to another room.
This was about the same size as the last room, but far more
cluttered. This seemed more like a study, and bookshelves
overflowed with papers, loosely bound texts, bric-a-brack and
personal artifacts. There were cabinets along another wall, and
there was a desk mostly covered by paper. But also on the desk
was a computer, and around this computer was clear of the general
clutter.
He left her standing in the center of the room, while still
holding her leash, and opened up a cabinet. He pulled from it a
large device of wire and metal rods and plastic bands. He set it
precariously on a stack of papers on the desk, and closed the
cabinet. He fastened her leash to a ring set in the desk; he had
her kneel. He fiddled with the device for a moment, then it
opened up, in some fashion, and he set it about her head.
The thing reminded her of a halo brace, and indeed with the
twisting of knobs, the screwing of cranks, and the snapping of
snaps the device gripped her head firmly, and pressed against her
skull in numerous places. A large multi-colored ribbon of wires
ran from the device to a pronged end, which he plugged into a box
attached to the computer. She merrily laughed inwardly to find
that she would be re-written on an Amiga.
He sat himself at the desk and began to type at the
keyboard. Kneeling by his side, she laid her head against his
thigh. He grinned at her, and reached through the wiring to rub
at her jaw line for a moment, then returned to the machine. As
she lay there, she felt dancing on the inside, like a flight of
butterflies in her heart, but she had no inclination to move from
her position against her master. After a few more commands, he
looked at her again, then tapped one last keystroke.
She felt a fleeting feeling across her mind, like a high
cloud scooting across the sky, a feeling that was more an
awareness than an emotion. She neglected her vision, her
hearing, and all her outward senses, turning all of her awareness
to what was happening to her mind. She opened up all of her mind
to this faint thing.
She felt as if she were in midair, falling or flying, then.
And she felt as if there was someone who's thinking she could
hear, or feel, or know. Then, instantaneously, with not
transition, she knew she would not disobey. She could
///remember/// being able to disobey, but she no longer could.
And it was not even a realization about whether or not she
*could*, but rather the understanding that never in her life
would she disobey her Master. But she had not wanted to then,
and was no longer capable now, and could not longer conceive of
herself disobeying. Freedom from his will passed entirely from
her understanding and ability and desire and all her soul.
Then there came into her mind another understanding, or
rather, there passed from her other knowings. Gone was the worry
that she might leave, gone the idea that she someday would not be
his slave, gone the concept of being not his, gone the idea of
having an identity of her own. All questions of permanence fled:
she knew she was once something else, free, but she could no
longer imagine it, or hold such an idea for herself in her mind.
Certainty came to her next of his love and caring for her.
It was eternal, and undivided by any other loves he indulged in.
She knew this, and became removed from any jealousy. She came to
know that he was capable in what he promised her, and would not
fail her. Of these two things trust is made, and forged in her
was an absolute and unquestioning trust in him. She knew, for
instance, that she would have no desire to preserve her life
should he tell her it was to end.
And she knew then, that he *understood*.
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