Part 1
“Whores”
“What are you?”
“Whores”
“What are you?”
“WHORES”
I screamed out the word with all the other women. Kneeling
on the hard concrete ground shoulder to shoulder, all of our eyes were fixed on
the priest in front of us. For the past hour the old priest has been lecturing
us on a woman’s role in the Church of Shadow, and as a relative newcomer to the
church, I was lapping up very word.
“Bow and lay yourself out like the whore you are. Remember
your body of sin and lay down in the dirt where you belong. LAY DOWN IN THE
DIRT WHERE YOU BELONG!”
At the thundering words from the old priest, all the women
threw themselves to the ground. Face down on the ground; I lay there on the
floor as I heard the footsteps of the priest walking out of the room. Only
after hearing the door closed did I dared moved.
One by one, all of us women slowly got up from the ground.
We kept an eye on the door where the priest exited. Occasionally, the priest in
charge of the sermon would re-enter the room to continue the sermon. If that
happen, all the women would throw themselves to the ground immediately as the
priest continue the sermon. After 9 years, even I knew that a woman should
never stand in the holy presence of a priest of Shadow. Of course after
kneeling for an hour, we couldn’t be quick even if we wanted to.
Like most Church of Shadow, our local church was spilt in 2.
Men and women had their own chambers and priests delivered different sermons to
their flock. Once through the door, men and women would separate in the lobby.
Men would then enter through another set of doors into the main chamber,
whereas the women would go down a flight of stairs into the basement chamber
where their sermons would be held. Slowly, we made out way back up the stairs.
Once in the lobby, I saw that the men were missing. As
usual, the men’s sermons were longer than the women and I waited patiently with
all the other women. After the first few times this happened, I asked Roy why
the men were always late. His reply was that after the sermon, the men would
usually loiter around inside the chamber having small talk and enjoying the
refreshments made available that day. I was pissed at this at first, but after
a couple of months, this became something that I had come to accept. Silhouette
is a man’s world and if you wanted to live here, you had to accept things like
this.
All the women moved restlessly around the lobby. The area
was almost completely silent with only the low rustling of cloth breaking the
pristine silence. For women on Silhouette talking in public was allowed but
speaking in any holy place was ‘discouraged’. The fact that we were in the
lobby of a church we were attending was a further deterrence to all of us. As
none of the other women will talk, I too kept quiet, waiting silently for my
man like a good little woman. No one wanted to risk their heaven.
It is at times like this that I miss Earth. At least on
Earth, I could pass the time looking around checking on the other women’s
cloths. On Silhouette, the sumptuary laws make that a total waste of time. The
laws of the planet stated that women must be covered from the top of her head
to the bottom of her feet, with only the upper face and the hands allowed free.
As the Church of Shadow control most things on the planet, and its teaching
involved a lot about how women are sinful creatures who must constantly do and
think pure thoughts, women on the planet had adopted the nun habit and veil as
the clothing of choice. You can almost call it the planet’s uniform for women
as over 95% of the women on the planet wear them.
The only exceptions I could think of are off-planet tourists
and women who were born off-planet and were relocated to Silhouette for work,
or in my case, following her husband though his work. Like those women, I used
to go out of the house dressing normally with only a shawl or scarf over my
head and one hand on an umbrella. However we often got strange looks from the
locals and foreigners like me stayed within the ‘Live Zone’ where almost no
locals lived.
During my first year on the planet, Roy found a house that
was both cheap and beautiful. I loved it. However it was located in a normal
Silhouette neighbourhood and after we moved out of the ‘Live Zone’, I knew that
I had to don the habit and veil to fit in (and to avoid the uncomfortable
stares). However, the uncomfortable stares did not stop. Women in the
neighborhood for safety, and in a further act of devotion to the church,
covered the lower part of their face with a veil. As the only unveiled women in
the neighborhood, I quickly saw that the uncomfortable stares were more intense
than ever. Having a conversation with anyone in the neighborhood was impossible
as the men were too embarrassed, while the women were too angry at me. It
didn’t help that in Silhouette, only men carry umbrellas. Donning the veil was
Roy’s suggestion and I was grateful of that. I was too proud to choose to veil
myself, but it was a decision I knew I had to make if I intended to speak to
anyone outside the house. I just needed a push, and Roy knowingly provided
that. Thinking back to those early days, I couldn’t help but smiled.
It wasn’t long after that the men came out of their chamber.
When I first landed on the planet, I often wondered how men knew where their
women were. For what I saw, all the women were wearing a habit that brushed the
floor, with a nun's veil that covered the top of the head flowing down around
and over the shoulders. The face-veil further eroded any chance of recognition
they have. The answer was amazingly simple.
All you need to do was to look carefully at the height of
the woman, as well as her way of walking. After a few weeks, you could
recognize people even without looking at their face. The only problem was if
the woman in question was a distance away. Another way of recognizing woman was
through their family crest. Each household on Silhouette has what they call a
family crest. Styled after an ancient practice on Earth, the family crest was a
symbol of the family and men and women wore them on their everyday clothing.
For women, the crest was usually placed at the face-veil that covered their
mouth. Having no idea what a family crest was, I first thought the symbols were
just decorations. Only later did I understand how important it was to the
people of the planet. That was just on the outside; on the insides of the women
were the neurons.
My thoughts were interrupted when I saw Roy approaching. I
swept one foot behind the other and use my hands to hold the skirt of the habit
out from my body. As Roy reached me, I bended my knees and bowed my head. The
curtsy was the formal greeting between men and women, and it was something I
enjoyed. I had only seemed a curtsy in period movies before I came to
Silhouette and it was something new and unique to me. It was also more
difficult to get right than it seems. The curtsy on Silhouette required the
women to tilt her head slightly to the side (to give off a shy look), and to
have her eyes at the waist of the man. When I first did it, I was told my
curtsy had a long list of problems, everything from not bending my legs
properly to tilting my head too much. It took me months of practice in
orientation class before I got it right. When the instructor finally told me it
was okay, I felt like jumping for joy.
Right now however, I gave the prefect curtsy and held the
position. Roy’s hand was perfectly in place at the side of his waist. “Stand”
The order came and with permission given, I stood. I lowered my hands and
slowly stood up. I kept my eyes down, looking at his waist as Roy attached a
leash to me. The neck and shoulders of a woman is covered by a piece of garment
called the wimple. On Silhouette, the wimple has a hook right where the Adam’s
apple should be. The people of Silhouette called this hook the Eve’s apple.
After attaching a leash, Roy led me to the door of the church where we partake
in the holy water of the planet. A drink of the church, everyone who enter a
church of Shadow are required to drink a glass of holy water before they are
allowed to enter or exited the church. Not a problem for men, but for a woman
like myself, I have to drink it through the face-veil. With the family crest on
the veil itself, this drink was even more symbolic for women than it was for
men.
Before exiting the church, I put the second face-veil over
my face. Our habit came with 2 face-veils that were hung loose by the side of
the veil that covered our head. A woman usually unattached the outer one when
they were indoors. The outer face-veil was waterproof and as we exited the
church, we were immediately pelted with rain. As much as I loved the people and
way of life here, I must say that the weather of Planet Silhouette was every
bit as dreadful as rumored. It rained 3 days out of 4 and when it was not
raining, dark clouds filled the sky. They say there hasn’t been a sunny day on
the planet for years; Silhouette years, which is about 3 times longer than 1
Earth year. The fact that the rainwater was mildly poisonous to a woman’s
Y-chromosome made me glad that my waterproof face-veil was on. Although it
wasn’t poisonous to the touch, any woman who drinks the rainwater on Silhouette
would likely to be ill for the next 4-5 days.
Roy quickly opened an umbrella that sheltered him from the
rain. As a woman however I was left following him in the rain. When I first
came on planet, I thought this was cruel and unfair. However my perception of
men being safe from the rain, while women were left soaking was wrong. Even
though I was walking in the rain, I was perhaps drier than Roy. The only
concession I had to make was to keep my head down as my eyes were uncovered. I
wasn’t even cold as the habit was thick and it helped kept out the cold
weather. In fact, every part of my outfit was waterproof and the only part of
me that was wet was my feet as Roy liked the idea of me walking barefooted in
the streets. If anything, Roy was the one whose suffering from the weather as
all he had was a short-sleeve T-shirt with jeans. His attire may be more
comfortable than the habit but it wasn’t as practical on Silhouette.
As I saw my husband walking with my leash in his hand, I
thought of our time together and how things had certainly changed since we
first met. I find I don’t really mind being led on a leash, because it felt
right. Even if I was unhappy about it, I wouldn’t voice my unhappiness. That
Starfleet officer was right; it’s something in the air.
About 10 years ago…
The room was grey and the interview was more sombre than I
had envisioned. The Starfleet officer sitting in front of me was Miss Amanda
Johnson. An officer from the Foreign Office, she had been trying to make me
change my mind on going to Silhouette. She’s not having much luck and her
frustration was beginning to show.
"You've never been on Silhouette before, Miss
Turner," she said, her voice crackling. "If you did, you will run for
the hills, much less insisting on going there."
I rubbed my forehead; the frustration was getting to me as
well. I took a breath and tried to calm myself. I put on a smile and hoped I
looked more relaxed than I felt. "I’m no fool officer. I love my husband,
I’ve been away from him for 3 years and enough is enough. I know what I’m
getting into.”
“No you do not.” Give her credit; Officer Johnson was
nothing if not persistent. “Do you even know the history of Silhouette?”
“Actually I do,” I saw that my smile was infuriating her. I
smiled wider. “A convey of colonists whose ships suffered a malfunction crashed
onto a then unknown planet. The survivors called the planet Silhouette.”
“Those colonists were Christian zealots.” Officer Johnson
took over the story. “Not the popular smile and sing for peace Christians, or
even old-school Western Christianity; we are talking about ancient fire and
brimstone Christianity here. When those zealots crashed onto the planet, they
saw the dark sky and red soil of the planet and truly believed they landed in
hell.”
“Calling them zealots…”
“It’s actually right!” Officer Johnson thundered. “When they
managed to contact us again, almost 95 years had past. When Starfleet found out
there were survivors, we rushed there but the people didn’t want to leave. That
had already built a city and achieved some sort of understanding with the
wildlife there. Their way of live evolves around their religion that has
changed beyond anything seemed in the Federation. Hell, they even named the
planet Silhouette in honour of their new sect, The Church of Shadow.”
“You haven’t told me anything I don’t already know Officer
Johnson.”
“Listen to me! They are allowed a chance to build a society
from the ground up without any inference! They did not have Starfleet to keep
them in check, they did not have to considered how their actions will be view
by the rest of the human race, they did everything their way.” Officer Johnson
sat up straighter, “And their way view women as whores, as sinful, as creatures
who are not even humans!”
I tried to maintain my smile, but could feel it slipping.
"You are being a little overdramatic Officer"
“No I am not,” Officer Johnson said it with so much
authority that for a moment I seriously wondered if she was right, that I was
truly making a mistake. “Forget women’s rights, women on Silhouette don’t even
have human rights! From the age of 15, all women on Silhouette are subjected to
neurons injections. Once the neurons are in, the women are completely under the
control of their Viewer.”
“Neurons injections are hardly illegal Officer Johnson. We
use it in our prisons for…”
“My point is that they are more than that Miss Turner,”
Officer Johnson then went on a speech that sounded rehearsed. “Here in
civilization, when we placed the neurons inside a prisoner, the Viewer in
charge of the prisoner can monitor the prisoner remotely. He can even send a
one-word message straight to the prisoner to give instructions. In Silhouette,
it is more than that.” The officer stopped for a moment. When she saw that I
refused to be baited, she continued. “Somehow the men there discovered a way to
expand on the neurons. They can literally control the brain of their woman.
We’re not sure how they do it but they are can send messages that affect the
brains of their women. Pain, pleasure, any basic emotion; can all be
‘manufactured’ by these new neutrons they developed. It’s a way of mind
control.”
“I have no wish to join the church Officer Johnson.”
“It doesn’t matter.” This surprised me. “I have seemed
hard-nosed female drill-sergeants entering that planet and come out as
doormats. There’s something in the air there Miss Turner, and whether you want
to or not; you enter Silhouette, you will be changed.”
Part 2
Roy led me along the pony track as we made our way to the
clubhouse. The clubhouse was situated near the church and Roy told me before
that this wasn’t by accident. It was designed from the start that after Sunday
service, men could easily bring their women for their weekly exercise. The pony
track started at the clubhouse and weaved its way through several
neighbourhoods before coming back to the clubhouse.
There were actually 3 other clubhouses along the route.
These clubhouses served the other neighbourhoods that also used the same track,
so it wasn’t a surprise when I heard a cart coming behind us. I wanted to look
but not having permission from Roy, I kept my eyes to the ground. However, Roy
knew me well and the order came in my head. “Look”
I looked behind and stared the passing cart. The woman was
in a full bodysuit, with knee high boots and a head harness. In keeping in the
style of Silhouette, the lower half of her face was covered with a mask. The
top half of the harness totally covered the head with only a hole at the top
for the woman’s red hair to come out from. Two large buckles near the ears
served as the anchors for the reins. It was quite a sight seeing a redhead with
her hair flowing behind her, pulling her master in a pony-cart. I must say I
was a little jealous at her beautiful form.
Galloping at a high speed, they were soon upon us. Only at
this point did I look at the man driving the cart. The man was in a full-length
coat with one hand holding the reins while the other hand was holding a whip.
The man must be a lover of the Victorian times; he was even wearing a bowler
hat! The man saw us looking and tipped his hat as he went past. Roy nodded his
head in polite greeting while I respectfully looked at the ground in reply.
I looked back up after they had past us. The man was driving
a hard pace and I must have been staring at them for a while because Roy tugged
on the leash. Immediately embarrassed at my envy, I looked at the ground again.
Envy is a sin, and I had just committed it. It would be in my confession later
tonight and Roy would decide on my appropriate punishment.
The clubhouse was just a small hut where the drivers can
sign in with their DNA signature. Naturally, this means the men. There are
several designs of the pony attire for the drivers to choose and as I had
expected, Roy picked his favourite. Taking the attire, he led me to the
changing room nearby. The leash was unhooked, the attire was given to me and I
stepped into the room.
I took off my habit in a hurry. Wearing the habit everyday
made this a simple task, but wearing Roy’s favourite pony-girl attire was
something else. I started with the corset. It looked like a round metal tube at
first, but I stuttered at the sight of it. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into
the harmless looking round metal tube and lifted it to waist level. Making sure
the area for my breast was in the front, I pressed the button to activate the
corset. The corset started to shrink in size. Soon it was hugging my body, and
then it got smaller. It shrank to the programmed 20-inch waist Roy wanted. I
took some time to get used to the corset, cursing the wonders of technology.
When people buy cloths nowadays, they buy one that is about
their size. With a press of a discreet button somehow on the cloths, the cloths
would shrink to fit the wearer. They call this “liquid clothing technology” but
I prefer to call it “liquid torture technology” because on Silhouette they took
things a step further. Roy had informed the crew at the clubhouse about the
size he wanted and they had programmed it into the corset. The corset is
designed to get to the designated size without consideration to the comfort of
the wearer. So now my 22-inch waist was in a 20-inch corset, and there’s
nothing I can do about it.
With no choice in the matter, I put on the rest of my
pony-girl outfit. The hot-pants were cut scandalously short, the boots were
knee-high, and the collar was heavy with a ring in front to act as my Eve’s
apple. The last part of the outfit was my head harness. It was actually more
like a soft helmet than a harness. Putting it over my head, a strap cut across
my forehead. Using that as a base, a big strip of leather goes across the top
of my head to another strap that cut across the back of my skull. 3 big pink
feathers rise out from the big strip of leather. I arranged it so that the
feathers would be place directly on top of my head. When it was in place, I
pulled the lower mask across my face and strapped it on.
I looked at the mirror to check myself out. The harness
covered my lower face, my corset covered my body from my breast to my waist,
and my hot-pants barely covered my buttocks. That was all that was covered and
to say that I was showing a lot of skin was an understatement. The Church of Shadow
only recognises 2 roles for women, the Maiden and the Whore. As a Maiden, women
wore the nun habit as a shown of purity, chastity and obedience. As a Whore,
there was clothing like this pony-girl outfit.
As I stood looking into the mirror, I couldn’t help but
wondered who this woman in the mirror was. When I first met Roy, I was the
chief finance officer of an inter-stellar company while he was a space shuttle
technician. I was traveling to Mars and he was the technician on the shuttle. A
low cost shuttle, space was tight and we met. It was just a bad match. I was
1.9m tall with blond hair and bright green eyes whereas Roy top at 1.65m and
was kind of plumb. I even briefly flirted with the idea of being a model during
my teenage years. Now I was a faceless woman who is led through the street by a
leash and who will soon be pulling her man on a cart like an animal. How did I
end up like this? A wave of self-pity came over and tears came to my eyes.
“Hurry” The order came in my head as I remembered that Roy was still waiting
for me. My husband, lord and master was waiting while I was asking myself
stupid questions. I can’t believe what a stupid bitch whore I was.
I quickly folded my habit neatly and came out of the
changing room. For once I was glad of Roy’s orders that I was to be always
barefoot; wearing boots would have cost me even more time. I kept my eyes down
on the ground and offered my habit to R…my lord and master. I could almost feel
the questioning look on my master’s face and I resolved to be even more
obedient than usual. The leash was hooked on my Eve’s apple and my master led
me back to the clubhouse.
After checking in my habit at the clubhouse, he led me to
our cart. As I was the only one pulling, Roy only rented a small one. It was a
2-wheel cart with 2 long poles extending in front of it, and a seat with a
foldable cover to keep out the rain. It was supposed to be ‘inspired’ by the
rickshaws of old colonial days, but I had never saw a real rickshaw before so I
can’t make any comparison. I stood between the 2 poles and kneeled. Roy hooked
me into the cart as various chains were connected between my corset and the
poles. These hooked me to the poles and made it easier for me to pull the cart.
Roy then hooked another leash to my Eve’s apple. Roy took the 2 leash and went
to sit on the cart. It wasn’t necessary as the track is one-way but Roy, like
most men, enjoyed the illusion of control the leash gave him.
“Up” I stood up as the order came into my head. “Trod” I
went into a slow trod as my warm-up began. After about 200 meters, a new order
came. “Jog” I quicken my steps as my trod became a jog. After about 400-600
meters, the order I was waiting for came. “Run”
I put my back into it and launched into a run. As the track
was 3 kilometers, I tried to pace myself but it was hard. Like most women in
Silhouette, my place was at home. In the house from Monday to Saturday, my time
was filled with either housework or prayers. I was only allowed outside the
house once a week for the weekly grocery shopping, and even then the time was
limited. As such, I found that I looked forward to this weekly run. From my talks
with other women during our grocery trips, most of my neighbours felt the same.
With cars flying over our head and the wind and rain pouring onto our faces and
hair, this was the only time we were free from the shackles of the habit and it
was a great feeling.
“Slow” The order came as Roy obviously thought I was going
too fast. I slowed only a little. I still wanted to run. It was a mistake.
“Pain” I heard the order in my mind, but this time the order
wasn’t for me. It was for my brain. As the order came, my brain responded by
sending a shock racing through my body. My steps faltered as my body came on
fire. In Silhouette, orders come only once. If the whore does not obey, then
punishments must be swift. “Stop” As the order came, the pain subsided. I was
grateful it only lasted a few seconds, I had heard of some men punishing their
whores by making the pain lasted for hours. The longest I ever had was about 40
minutes and even then, I couldn’t move for hours afterwards.
“Jog” I went back into a jog as shame rushed over me. Here I
was resolving to be more obedient than usual and I went and screw it up less
than 20 minutes later. Without question, I was a stupid whore who deserved to
be punished. The rest of the run went without incident. Run, jog, trod, run; I
obeyed Roy’s orders without question as we made our way around the track.
As we came back to the clubhouse, Roy signed back in and I
changed back to my habit. Then we went back home and my day returned to normal.
Part 3
Our house was located about 15 mins from the clubhouse. Like
most houses on Silhouette, we have a prayer room inside it. That’s where I am
now. On my knees with my head locked to the ground and my ass high in the air.
This is how I usually spend my evenings. From Monday to Saturday,
I spend the mornings and afternoons tending to the house, looking after the 2
children and prepareing for the arrival of Roy in the evening. After eating the
dinner, I would wash up the dishes and then Roy would locked me in the prayer
room for my daily prayers. As I kneeled there, Roy would take over the duties
of looking after the kids in the evenings. The kids look forward to this as
they get to spend time with their dad and can do stuff like watch television
and use the Galactic Internet. As I’m not allowed to use or even watch the
television, the internet, and even the news screens; the kids spent their time
with me reading books, cleaning the house or taking afternoon naps. Not
actually the things kids aged 8 and 6 liked to do for leisure.
While the kids were enjoying their evening with their
father, I am in the prayer room paving my way to heaven. I had exchanged my
habit for more relaxed attire. A neat lace headdress covered my hair, and a
loose transparent face-veil was covering the lower part of my face. I wore a
loose long-sleeve blouse and a pair of loose comfortable pants. I had also
exchange the wimple of the habit for a loose collar.
My Eve’s apple was hooked to the ground with my bowed head
facing a hologram picture of Precious Alamgir, the Chirst Reborn. It was
unthinkable that a woman, a whore, a creature of sin, like myself be allowed to
lift my eyes to a picture of the great man, so Roy locked me in tight to the
ground. Idle hands do the devil’s work, so my hands are also locked behind me.
In my hands was a rosemary and I passed the time by reciting my prayers. In
front of a picture of the First Father of the Church of Shadow, I could only
hoped that will be enough to save my soul from damnation.
When I got to my 265th prayer, I heard the door being
unlocked. A few small footsteps later, a small hand unlocked me from the ground
and I heard the commands. “Father want you whore.”
As the leash was attached to my Eve’s apple, I asked my 6
year old son, “May I may stand sir and walked out of the room.”
“Father did not say, so that means no,” Roy Jr. tugged on my
leash. “Come on whore.”
“I hear and obey sir,” I shuffled on my knees, following my
son out of the prayer room. I was careful to keep my head lower than the height
of Roy Jr. For some reason I had less problems thinking of Roy Jr. as my master
than I did for Roy. I guessed this was due to the fact that I never knew Roy
Jr. as anything other than my master.
When Roy and I got married, I was earning more as I had a
better paying job. I even ‘asked’ Roy to sign a pre-nup before our wedding.
After the marriage, he wasn’t really a househusband but he no longer took any
job that required long distance travel. He found a job as a port technician,
repairing space shuttle that were in between trips. It paid a lot less but with
my high-paying job, we didn’t really need the money. The job was to keep Roy
busy more than anything else.
All that changed when the economy collapsed. The stock
markets of the United Federation of Planets (UFP) had been going upwards for
years. As they say, the higher you go, the heavier the fall. The bubble burst
and the economy went into another depression. Even though we were doing well, the
company I worked for had no chance to survive the bloodbath. Thousands, maybe
even tens of thousands, of companies in the UFP were faced with bankruptcies in
the aftermath of the stock market crash of 2857 and we were not big or strong
enough to survive. Suddenly I was out of a job and as credit tighten; we had
problems paying off the mortgages on our house.
There was a severe shortage of jobs for an out-of-work chief
finance officer, and Roy’s job became more important to us. As it doesn’t pay
much, Roy began sourcing for another job. He found one from a small planet
millions of miles from Earth. Nestled on the outskirts of the charted galaxy,
Silhouette was an anomaly. It was one of the few planets humans had colonized
that was still free of pollution, mostly due to the religious doctrines of the
people. More importantly for us, they were willing to double his pay.
Roy said yes and then he was away. For 3 years we were
separated before I finally had enough of sitting on Earth waiting for the
economy to turn. That was about 10 years ago.
“The whore is here father.” Roy Jr. announced. As I stopped
behind my son, I could fell my leash being handed over to Roy. A tug on my
leash and I shuffled over to Roy. Roy told me before that he loved the sight of
me on my knees with my head to the ground. I was moving my head to the floor to
please him when the order came in my head “Look”.
I lifted my head as ordered but kept my eyes downward as
required. A hand came under my chin and I gently let the hand lift my head up.
I saw Roy sitting there with a smile on his head. A movement at the side caused
me to glance over to my daughter, Rachel. She was dressed similar to me but
without the face-veil. As she was unmarried, an indoor face-veil was a
privilege she had yet to earned.
“I hope you have enjoyed your run today.”
“I have my lord. Thank you for allowing me this joy.”
“I am glad. Do you have any sins to confess today whore?”
“Yes my lord.”
“Tell me.”
I started with the usual. “My sins start with my birth
because women are whores, creatures of sin. Women are weak with less ability in
both mind and body, and my sins are that I required a man to guide me to my
path to salvation.” Once those were out of the way came my failings for the
today. “My sins are also for remembering of my times on Earth before I reached
the holy planet and received the holy teachings. Today I committed the sin of
envy. My envy is to the beauty of the redhead pony-girl that captured my eye
today at the track. I thought of obeying you my master in all things but I was
unable to hold on to my own promise for more than a few minutes once I started
my run.”
“You know the sins you have committed today whore?”
“Yes my lord.”
“Tell me.”
“The sin of envy, the sin of remembrance and the sin of
disobedience.”
“That plus you sin of being a whore makes it impossible for
me not to punish you today.”
“I beg my lord to guide me on my path to salvation. Punish
me so that even a whore like myself may one day be saved from damnation.” I can
feel tears coming to my eyes as I said this. Part fear, part relief, part
acceptance; this was my life on Silhouette. Outside the peace of my prayers;
the boredom of housework; my days were also filled with the pain of my
punishments.
Gently Roy lowered the veil on my face with one hand, this
was the only time when my children saw me without a face-veil, with his other
hand Roy showed my holy bit to me. Shaped like a man’s penis, Roy put it in
front of my mouth. “Take this bit while you suffer whore. Remember your sins
and repent.”
I opened my mouth and took the bit into my mouth like I
would a man’s penis. “Kiss the ground whore.” I threw myself at the ground.
Laying there on my belly, I felt my legs being shackled. “I take no pleasure in
this but I must as your lord and master do this. Lay there and suffer whore.
Repent for your sins.”
And then it begins. The one word that was terror to all
women in the Church of Shadow. The thought came into my head, “Pain”.
I whimpered and thrashed but to my avail. My hands and feet
were locked useless as fire raged in my body. The neurons in my brain worked
their magic as shocks after shocks raced through my body. Then relief came.
“Stop” The neurons stopped the moment the order came. I lay there motionless as
the pain in my body slowly subsided. I then felt Roy’s feet pressing my head to
the ground.
“You have confess your sins whore and have received just
punishment. With my ears, I hear your sins. With my command, I gave you
punishment. With this foot on your face, I Roy Turner, a lay priest of the
Church of Shadow grant your sins forgiven for today. Be grateful whore for
tomorrow is a new day and the sins of a whore is forever. Be grateful for your
purity however short it last. Amen.”
With a painful breath I whispered. “Amen”
Later…
Roy wasted no time. There was no foreplay, no words spoken,
and no commands given. Roy got into bed and just took me. As I had been lying
on the bed waiting for my lord and master, this wasn’t that surprising. I
opened my legs wide and waited for the order in my head.
“Pleasure” The order came in my head and pleasure flooded my
body. Roy entered me without any word and my body’s reaction was immediate. I
felt absolute total joy as the neutrons filled my body full of endorphins.
Emotions can be ‘manufactured’ by the neutrons but it didn’t matter. Who cares
if machines manufactured it when it felt like this? I didn’t care because as usual it was my best
normal orgasm plus 10. Somehow the Church of Shadow has found a way to make the
neutrons do this. As a whore, I never knew how but I do not care. The pleasure
I felt now made it a fool’s question.
The pleasure I felt now made all the pain, suffering and
humiliation worth it. It was behavior modification taken to the extreme.
Officer Johnson was right about one thing; it was a method of mind control. The
Church made their whores so happy that its no wonder hard-nosed drill-sergeants
became doormats. If Officer Johnson were here, she would do anything she was
told just to make sure she could have pleasure like this every night. All she
had to do was obey. Which was what every women on Silhouette did. We obey and
we got to taste heaven like this.
It lasted minutes but to me it was like hours. I cum just as
Roy did and as I lay on the bed, I heard Roy’s whisper. “You did well today
whore. Be as obedient tomorrow and I shall give you heaven again.”
He turned away to switch off the lights. As my lord and
master lay down to sleep, I laid on the bed feeling heaven leaving me and
vowing to do anything to have it back. All I have to do…is to obey.
