Hi everyone (which means the few who actually come to this blog), I'm back to tell you a little about the future of this blog. Recently, there was a comment left by a reader who asked me to come back with some more stories. First off, I love the fact that there are readers who cares enough to leave a comment. So thanks!
Secondly, I have to tell you the future of this blog is bleak. After some time to think on the matter, I decided to tell you the truth. I'm still writing, but I'm no longer writing in the BDSM genre. For the past year, I had been writing a fantasy book. It's a weird story with a heavy dose of comedy much in the vein of Discworld and the video game Dungeon Keeper. I put the story up online on a site and got a number of followers. That encouraged me to take it to the next step. I was unable to get a publisher interested in it, which wasn't that surprising to me, so I'm going to self-publish the book. It should be out by Sep and hopefully, it goes well.
That's my focus right now. So I'm sorry to my fans out there but this blog is on my back burner right now. Maybe one day I'll be back with a story or two and put them up here or on 'Tales of the Veils' but currently I have no plans to do so. Thanks for reading so far and for the time being; Goodbye!
A GhostWriter's Delusions
Thursday, 6 July 2017
Friday, 19 August 2016
Duty
Was
she tired? Yes, she was. She was very tired, but she still dragged her body up.
She was a woman and a wife; it was her duty to get everything ready for the day
and as it was for all women of Vippon, duty was everything for Yukiko.
Yukiko
rubbed her eyes and looked at the time of the small clock she shared with her
sister. There was no alarm as that a clock like that would cost more but years
of getting up at 5am in the morning has given Yukiko an internal body alarm
that worked better than any clock.
Pulling
her blanket away, Yukiko stood up and quickly went for her clothes. Her husband
was a tradition man so his wives always slept naked even if it was in the dead
of winter, even if it wasn’t her night to sleep with him. Yukiko put on her
panties, underpants, and bra in a hurry. These were quickly followed by her winter
kimono. Much thicker than her summer clothes, it was a necessary expense for
the cold winter of Vippon but Yukiko couldn’t help but feel a little guilty at
the money wasted for her comfort.
She
then tied up her hair tightly in a bun before putting on her hoodveil. Most
foreigners think the hoodveil was a garment that just wrap around the head,
covering the face but leaving only her eyes visible. However the head covering
was actually 2 pieces of three-foot fabric which were tied securely around the
head. One of the cloth was tied on top of the head covering the hair and was
tied to the second piece of cloth which cover the lower face as well as the
neck area. Combine together, the 2 cloths totally covered the whole face
outside the small area near the eyes.
Usually,
Yukiko would put on the hoodveil first before her kimono but in winter, it was
the other way around. Yukiko tied her kimono with a simple obi before leaving
the women room. This was the room she and Kimo shared and as per the norm, the
women room was right beside the kitchen. As she left the room for the kitchen,
she noticed the television was still on. Curious, she went towards the living
room and noticed her husband’s son, Kato, sleeping on the couch. Sighing silently, she shook the boy awake.
It
would have been easier to just call out but as a woman, she did speak to men unless
spoken to. Even if he was currently just a 13 year old boy and she knew him
since he was a baby, Kato was a man. After a few seconds of
shaking, Kato’s eyes opened. He looked around sleepily before quickly
understanding the problem.
“Sorry”
Yukiko
was glad the boy was brave enough to be embarrassed but publicly she told Kato
another thing. “I’m a woman Kato. You are going to be a man in a few months,
you don’t say sorry to woman.”
The
boy smiled sheepishly and nodded.
“It’s
still early,” Yukiko told him. “Go back to your room, your mother will wake you
when it’s time.”
Kato
nodded and got up. Yukiko went to close the television. After doing so, she
heard a gasp and turned to the sound. At the entrance of his room, Kato met his
mother. Kimo had slept with their husband last night and like Yukiko had awoke
to do her womanly duties. Unfortunately, she had not veiled before coming out
of the room and now for the first time in years, Kato was looking at the face
of his mother.
Kimo
raised her hands to her face to cover it but it was a futile gesture. Kato
quickly turned and walked to his room, leaving behind 2 shocked women in his
wake. Then, after the shock was over, a look of pure rage appeared on her face of
Kimo. Luckily for everyone, instead of confronting her son who should not be
there, Kimo proceed to stomp to the kitchen.
Yukiko
followed her sister to the kitchen and gave her a few seconds to compose
herself. Her sole unwed daughter, Yukio, was just getting up and she knew
immediately there was trouble. However she was a smart girl and knew enough to
keep quiet. Yukiko was glad. At 15, Yukio had been sleeping in the kitchen for
the past 2 years getting ready for her marriage which would be arranged by her
husband in a couple of years time. Knowing when to be quiet was a good trait in
a wife.
Yukiko
went up to her sister and touched Kimo on the arm. Kimo took a deep breath
before turning to her. Yukiko tried to keep her voice as pleasant as possible
but the message still had to be given.
“Control
yourself sister. In a few months, Kato will be a man and you cannot keep
thinking of him as just your son. He is the heir to the Yukimura family name
and will need help adjusting to his new position.”
Her
sister had a look of surprise but she was a good second wife and quickly
nodded. “I understand sister. It’s just…hard. I keep thinking of him as my
little baby. He was such a cute baby and now…well, he’s all grown up.”
“He
was a cute baby,” Yukiko assured his sister. “Now, he will be a good man. It’s
as much our duty as his mothers to guide him to manhood as our husband.”
“I…understand.”
Kimo finally said. “I will do what’s needed.”
Yukiko
hugged her sister. In a way, she understood her sister’s pain. She had 3
daughters and the two oldest had married. It’s always hard to see children
leave the nest. Kimo took another deep breath and Yukiko knew she was good to
go.
After
years together, the two of them had teamwork on their side and breakfast was
quickly prepared. Very few words was given to Yukio. In Vippon, you traditionally
learn by watching and her two mothers were masters at preparing breakfast. With
breakfast ready, the three women took the food out to dining table and went for
their daily morning routine.
They
brushed their teeth and did their business in the toilet before taking that
morning shower. To save money, the three women went into the shower together. The
water was cold, warm water was only for the men, and the three women washed
each other to quicken their shower. They were careful not to get their hair wet
and the non-washing of their hair made the shower time even quicker. Even then,
they were all shivering when they came out.
After
putting on their kimonos, Yukiko looked at the time and saw that it was almost
6. All three women then proceed to put on their hoodveils. Yukiko looked at the
time again and saw they still had some time. She took a quick look out of the
window and the city in white. She always thought the city covered in snow a soothing scene. Then, she
signaled to the other women.
The
3 women went and stood in a row in the living room. The flat the Yukimura
family were staying in had 2 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a storage
room. Yukiko’s husband had insisted on the women having a room of their own so
the storage room had been converted. Both Yukiko and Kimo had quietly suggested
that they just be allowed to sleep in the kitchen with Yukio.
He
refused to allow it.
The
3 women knelt and waited for the men to wake. They did not have to wait long.
The alarm from their clocks rang exactly at 6am and the women bowed their heads
to the ground. When the men stepped out of their rooms, the first thing they
would see would be the kneeling and bowed women.
Yukiko
had always wondered how the faces of the men looked like when they saw the
women like this, but with her eyes to the ground she would never find out. When
she heard the footsteps of the men heading to the bathroom near the kitchen,
Yukiko stood. Together with Yukio, she stepped into her husband’s room. Kimo
headed into her son’s room.
Making
the bed was a simple chore in Vippon. Yukiko just had to clean the futon a
little, untied it, folded it up and then stored it in the cabinet. Mother and
daughter were soon on their way out of the room. Yukiko walked to the dining
table with Yukio dutifully following a step behind. They stood near the table
and waited for Kimo. Yukiko’s sister soon came out of Kato’s room and she stood
between mother and daughter. Yukiko’s husband and Kato arrived at the dining
table and took their seats at the table. All 3 women knelt on the floor.
Although they did not bowed their heads to the ground, all 3 women kept their
eyes respectfully downwards.
The
men began their breakfast. A few moments later, Kimo stood up and walked to her
husband’s room. At her movement, Yukiko saw her husband raised an eyebrow but
she knew what her sister was doing. Kimo was soon back at the table. She knelt
in front of Yukiko and Yukio and with both hands, offered a belt to their
husband.
Yukiko
kept her silence as Kimo explained to their husband what mistake she made and why
she needed a beating. The evil glare their husband gave Kato gave Yukiko no
doubt who he thought was at fault. However…
“Kato,
take the belt and give your mother 10 strikes.”
Kato
looked like he was just asked to kill someone. “What…me? You want me to…”
Yukiko’s
husband nodded. “The woman showed you her uncovered face. The dishonour is
yours so her punishment is yours as well.” Yukiko’s husband look at his son
sternly. “Do your duty son.”
Kato
sat there dumbly. Seconds passed and Yukiko’s husband went back to his
breakfast. Faced with his father’s order, Kato stood up shakily. He stepped
around the dining and went to his mother. His face showed his agony but he took
the belt from the hands of his mother. Although Yukiko’s husband was a
traditional man, he much prefer the belt as the house discipline tool instead
of the standard bamboo cane or wooden paddle. Almost all of the women’s
punishment were by the belt and Kato had learned what he should do after seeing
his father doing it so many times.
He
stepped behind Kimo immediately after taking the belt and Kimo bowed her head
to the ground. Kato raised the belt above his head and swung. The belt hit his
mother across the back. Kimo’s body reacted but she kept her dignity by neither
crying out nor moving away. Part of a woman’s duty in Vippon was to accept such
punishments and Yukiko knew there was no way her sister would dishonour
herself. Kato raised the belt again and again swung it down.
Yukiko
made a point to watch the punishment. Kato was a man now, and she knew she
needed to remember this scene. Remember that if she disobey him in the future,
she would be in Kimo’s place. She needed to see and remember the power the
young man has over her from now on. He was no longer a baby. He was no longer a
boy. He is now a man and she, a woman, must obey.
After
10 strikes, Kato stopped. He dropped the belt in front of his mother. Kimo rose
her head and took the belt with both hands. She stood up and gave a deep bow to
her son. Kato went back to his seat at the table and looking at his face,
Yukiko knew he would never fall asleep watching television ever again.
Kimo
walked back to their husband’s room to return the belt. Kimo soon returned and
took her place between Yukiko and Yukio. All 3 women returned their eyes respectfully
downwards. When the men finished their breakfast and got up, all 3 women bowed
their heads to the ground. As the footsteps got further away, the women stood
up and cleared the table. They then went back to the living room and knelt at
the door of their flat.
The
men stepped out of their rooms dressed for their day. Yukiko’s husband was a
taxi-driver and in Vippon this meant he was dressed in a finely-pressed suit
with a tie and black pants. His son was still in school and was dressed in his
school uniform of a white long-sleeved shirt with a black jacket over it. In the
summer, the jacket would be put aside but now it’s winter and the jacket was
part of the uniform. Kato’s black pants completed the look.
As
the two walked towards the door, the 3 women bowed their heads to the ground.
The men sat on two stools either side of the door and Yukiko crawled to her
husband. With proper respect, she kept her head low as she put on her husband’s
black leather shoes. She then crawled back to her position in line. On her
left, she felt Kimo crawling back in line after putting on the shoes for her
son.
“Raise
your head.” The 3 women did as ordered and Yukiko’s husband continued. “You all
did well today. I want all of you to do the same for the rest of the day.
Goodbye.”
“Goodbye
Sir.” The 3 women intoned as Yukiko saw her husband put on his white gloves.
The men left.
The
moment the door closes again, Yukiko’s left arm went to her sister and hugged
her close. Yukiko knew her husband had said the words of doing well especially
for her.
“How
did feel Kimo?”
“Painful,”
her sister said. “But at the same time, proud. I felt so proud. My boy all
grown up.”
Kimo’s
face finally broke and she began sobbing. Yukiko gave her sister a shoulder to
cry on. When the sobs subsided, Yukiko pulled down her faceveil showing her
face to her sister. She gently pushed Kimo apart from her and pulled her veil
down as well. Yukiko then gave her sister a wet kiss on the lips. When they
parted, Yukiko’s words were for her daughter.
“Yukio,
please start the cleaning without us. Yours mothers will be busy for the next
few hours.”
Yukio
giggled her acknowledgement and Yukiko pulled her sister up to her feet. Hand
in hand, she led Kimo to their room. As the first wife, it was usually Kimo who
serviced her but today would be different. For doing her duty so well, Yukiko
knew her sister deserved a reward and Yukiko fully intend to give her one.
This
too was part of a woman’s duty in Vippon.
Sunday, 10 July 2016
The Takeover- Epilogue
The restaurant was called “The Veil”. It wasn’t on a trendy
street or listed as one of the top restaurants in the city. In fact, it was
located off a street corner that most residents of the city would drive past
without a second glance during the day.
However once every two weeks, the “real” executives of Sun
Horizon have a work dinner at the restaurant and you only need one look inside
it to understand why. Outside the excellent food and the Middle Eastern décor, the
service there was totally in line with Sun Horizon.
The waitresses in the restaurant were all dressed in loose
fitting black robes with their face covered in a niqaab. More importantly, the
owner of the restaurant, who is a member of both Humble Serenity and the M.A.P,
assured the executives all the secrecy and privacy they wanted with a room all
to themselves. In many ways, that’s what makes the restaurant perfect for Sun
Horizon.
Salim couldn’t help but think that as he wiped his mouth
with the towel provided by the restaurant. Unlike the plain food and water he
allowed his wives, the food in front of him was feast of meat, fish, vegetables
and rice. However the dinner was now over and after the food were cleared by
the ever quiet and covered waitresses, it was time for the reason of the
meeting.
Sameh Mozgov was a long-time employee of Sun Horizon and like
a lot of reverts he was devout in his belief of Islam. Smart, clever, loyal and
religious, it had been no surprise when he was entrusted with overseeing the
takeover of the company. As such, he was the one who brought the meeting to
order.
“Okay, let’s begin.” Sameh addressed the group. “How are we
doing with our employees so far?”
“Very well,” one of the executives said. “All the girls are obedient
and the men are giving orders though it’s early days so everyone is going lite.
Things might change as time passes and the men start giving stricter orders.”
“That’s to be expected though the programming and the gas should
help with that.” Sameh replied.
“About that,” another executive spoke up, “The Creed is
still protesting the diluted version of their gas. They say they can’t promised
the men and girls won’t break their programming if we don’t use the full
version of their gas.”
“Didn’t you already tell them we need the employees to
actually be able to work? Their full version of the gas makes the girls into
mindless bimbos!”
“I did but…well, it’s The Creed. I think Anwar Brown just prefer
their girls to be mindless bimbos.”
More than a few of the executives began grumbling, Salim included.
That’s the problem when you work with other groups. Although all of the groups in
the alliance believe in male superiority, none of them has the same idea of
what that mean or how much control they need or should imposed on the girls.
“That’s enough.” Sameh said. “Tell The Creed we are keeping
a close eye on the employees as a whole and we will report any abnormalities to
them. In fact, send them a copy of the Employees Conduct Report to show them
how close of an eye we are keeping.”
“About our partners,” an executive Salim knew as Faizal then
began. “Both Humble Serenity and Immersion are also asking for reports on how
well the mind-altering program is holding.”
“Immersion?” Salim asked. “What do they want? They were only
in charge of the programming of the female executives? When we got all the
executives to go for the “group retreat” before the takeover, didn’t they get
all the data they needed at their compound then?”
“They want more, just in case they said.” Faizal added, “I
think they see this as a grand experiment on changing social behavior and just want
more info for the future.”
“Which might be a good thing,” the first executive said. “Going
forward, more information for them might make things easier for us.”
“Especially for Humble Serenity,” Faizal said. “They are the
ones who wrote the whole orientation program. They were the ones who provided
the drugs for the food and decided on how to add the gas to lower the mental
defenses of the girls. Hell, even the screen projection was a joint project
between them and Immersion.”
That exactly got Salim worried and he said so. “Those two
groups are working very close together, maybe too close. We should keep an eye
on them.”
Sameh put up a hand to stop that argument from going
forward. “That’s a potential problem that’s above our pay grade. Let’s just
keep our problems to the takeover only. Faizal, send them the reports we are
sending to The Creed. In fact, tell all of them that’s what we are doing. No
need for them to think we are playing favorites. How’s our coverage by the
media and local politicians?”
“M.A.P came through on that front.” The media executive said.
“They used their media network to ensure positive coverage by the local media.
Some protests by feminist groups and their allies of course but they can’t get
any traction with the politicians without any local outrage.”
“Which they won’t get because this is a “friendly” takeover.”
Someone said and everyone laughed. The “friendly” takeover was mainly due to
Immersion. Before the takeover, Sun Horizon had invited the executives of the
company to a retreat. Unknown to the executives invited, the retreat was ran by
Immersion. Once the retreat was done and Immersion had run their VR simulation program
on them, there were no objections to the takeover.
“Okay,” Sameh said. “That’s it for today then. HQ and out
partners will be pleased. It’s a good start for our alliance. Everything is
going well but please remember it is still early days. Everyone do their job and
keep an eye out for any problems.”
With that, the dinner was over and everyone took their
leave. Salim look at the spread in front of him and wondered how his three wives
were enjoying the oatmeal, biscuits and water they were having for dinner. Salim couldn’t help but chuckled at the
thought of his wives eating on their hands and knees like the bitches they were
and was kind of sorry he wasn’t there to see their humiliation. There were some
nights he even took a cane to their asses while they were eating to pain add to
their humiliation.
“Best hurry back,” he thinks. The earlier he got back home,
the more time he got to play with them. When Salim got to his car, he was
already thinking about what humiliation he would be ordering his wives to do
tonight. For him, it was going to be a fun and enjoyable night.
Wednesday, 29 June 2016
The Takeover (Part 5)
So how was my
first day under Sun Horizon? In a word; boring. Sure I must always speak of
myself in the third person; there were times I had to kneel, had to serve, but
all in all, it was a pretty normal day.
Problem was that
I wasn’t an executive like Sylvia or Kylie, or even a secretary like Agnes. I
was an office drone and after the takeover…I was still an office drone. I spent
most of my day in my cubicle typing away like normal, with only my niqaab
remaining me of my submission to my male co-workers. It just wasn’t enough.
So at the end of
my day when I took off my uniform in the locker room, I did so with a lot of
regrets. It wasn’t a bad day but I was missing something. Something that would
take my joy of submission to the next level.
There was however
nothing I could do about it. I didn’t even know what I was missing. Luckily,
someone did. I walked out of the locker room into the carpark, and my answer
was there.
I saw Salim
walking in the other direction with a briefcase, no doubt walking to his car. I
had been avoiding him since learning he was married with 2 wives but after all
those dreams…I walked towards him. As expected, he stopped and greeted me.
“Emily!” He exclaimed. “How was your first
day?”
“Very well sir.” I was careful to keep my
voice low and submissive.
“You look good Emily. A messy bun like that
is perfect for a lowly female.”
The neat hair
bun I took pains to tie this morning was now messy due to the niqaab and
head-covering. Salim clearly meant this as an insult but for someone looking
for a further step into submission, I felt more happy than angry at the insult.
“Thank you sir. I live to serve.”
“You feel like serving further?”
I was surprised by Salim’s question. The
day was over but I remind myself he was a man and I was a female. There could
only be one answer.
“Yes sir.”
“Come with me then.”
Salim
turned and started walking, certain I was going to follow. I did. As I thought,
he walked to his car. He went to the back and opened the boot. I thought he was
going to tell me to carry something for him back to the office. I was wrong.
I
was very wrong.
“Get in.” He said.
I
looked at him in shock but Salim just stood there. He fully expect me to get
into the boot of his car. If anything, he looked a little annoyed I was taking
my time deciding whether to get in. With that thought, shame overcame me.
I
was making him wait. I, a lowly female, was making a man wait for me! I
immediately crawled into the boot of the car. Salim didn’t wait for me to get
comfortable; he just closed the boot. I saw that there were air-holes and after
the intimal surprise, had to wonder if Salim made his wives travel in the same
way. I got excited by the thought. He was treating me like one of his wives!
The journey was
short. I’m sure given time I would have panicked, I was in the boot of a car
after all, but before I could do so, the car stopped. I heard the car door
being opened and closed. Then the boot was opened.
Salim was
standing there with a smirk on his face. He ordered me to get out and I did so.
He closed the boot and then locked the car. Salim walked off without a second
glance at me. Left with little choice, I dutifully followed.
Walking behind
him, I looked around and recognized the carpark we were in. We were in his
building. I drove to Salim’s place several times while we were going out and
even noticed my favorite parking lot. My heart jumped when I recognized the
place; Salim drove me home!
We entered the
lift and went up. I walked behind Salim looking at the ground and reminded
myself to be quiet. We got to his door and he opened it with a key. Once the
door opened, the incense smell hit me immediately and I saw 2 pieces of cloth
on the ground.
I was
unsurprised by them. In fact I kind of expected them. It seems only proper that
his wives would greet Salim on their hands and knees with their head bowed to
the ground. I only wished to be there with them.
Salim walked in
and dropped his briefcase and jacket on the ground. Only then did I notice
Salim was wearing a suit. As I half-wondered how a clotheshorse like me could
missed something like that, Salim sat on a stool near the door. His wives got
up and I was unsurprised to see both of them were in a burqa.
One of them
picked up Salim’s jacket and briefcase while the other went to Salim and began
to take out his socks from his feet. I watched all this in silence. Salim then
got up and signaled me to follow. We walked into the living room while one of
the wives closed the door.
He sat down on a
sofa. Looking at him sitting down with his legs apart, he looked like a god to
me. My knees felt weak and I didn’t fight my desire to kneel before him. Even
then, looking at Salim while on my knees, it didn’t feel right. I looked down
at the ground and bowed my head to the floor.
I kept my head
to the ground as Salim spoke something to his wives in a different language. Minutes
passes and then I felt my skirt being lifted. I fought the urge to move and
stayed in my position. I wasn’t told to move, so I won’t.
Then I heard a
sound and that was the only warning I had before pain wreaked my body. There
was a primal instinct within me to move and to get away from whatever was
hurting me but…Salim didn’t tell me to move. In fact, I was certain he wanted
me to stay in my position and take my punishment. I knew then what this was.
Salim was
punishing me. He was punishing me for all the things I had done to him in
collage and in the office. I remembered all the things I said about him and the
hurt I caused when I cheated on him. Of course, he wanted to punish me. It was
only natural right?
And I totally
deserved it!
I knew in my
heart I totally deserved the punishment and once that got into my head, the
urge to move dissipated. My face was filled with tears but I stoically took the
hits and resolved not to move from my spot. With my head to the floor, I didn’t
even know who was hitting me or what instruments was being used, but none of
that mattered.
I was not moving
till Salim told me I could.
In the end, my
body gave up on me. I cursed my worthless weak female body as it fell to the
ground, no longer able to hold the kneeling position. My mind was willing but the
pain was just too much for my body. The beating stopped and the house was
silent saved for my sobbing. Through my tears, I saw Salim standing up and he
spoke to the wife who was beating me. They were speaking in the foreign
language and I saw the wife was holding on to a bamboo cane.
She was also
looking submissive at the ground while Salim was speaking. He sound pleased.
Salim then looked at me. His face had a questioning look on it and I felt my
heart jumped as I looked up at him. I was not a religious person but at that
moment I gave a silent prayer to Allah. Why Him when I’m not even Muslim? Well,
it just seemed appropriate. My answers were answered when Salim spoke, this
time in English.
“Wives, you two had done well tonight. You
may both eat dinner with your hands today. No utensils of course, but you may
use a plate and glass instead of your normal dog bowls.” Salim then pointed at
me. “Clean her up and dress her. I’m going out for a dinner. When I get back I
expect to be greeted by 3 properly dressed wives.”
My heart leapt
when I heard that and I forced myself to my knees. I ignored the pain wrecking
my body as I got into position and bowed my head to the floor. One of the wives
then spoke;
“My lord husband, what about our newest
sister? May she have dinner with us tonight?”
“Yes, but she may only eat from the dog
bowls like the bitch she is. You are a bitch, aren’t you Emily?”
I
looked up at Salim and did the first thing that came to mind. I barked. I
barked like the bitch Salim thought I was. He smiled and walked to the door in
laughter. His wives knelt and bowed their head to the ground as their lord and
master left. I followed the actions of my new sisters and never felt happier in
my life!
Saturday, 28 May 2016
The Takeover (Part 4)
Rituals are
important; so say the Sun Horizon Female Employee handbook. Okay, so it didn’t
actually say that but it might as well because the handbook was filled with them.
As a girl at the company, I’m supposed to follow all of them and I, along with
all the other girls in the company, intended to do just that.
On the first
official day of the takeover, I woke up earlier than I ever did for work. I
awaken at 5am to brush my teeth and took a morning bath. I took pains to tie my
hair in a neat bun before taking a quick breakfast. After the breakfast, I
walked to the bus pick-up point near my house.
Usually I don’t
do that, I do have a car, but since only men were allowed to park their
vehicles in the building carpark from now on, driving to work was no longer a viable
option for girls. For us, the company had a company bus to pick up and drop us off
from work.
Around 6.30am,
the Sun Horizon company bus arrived. I entered it after thanking the bus-driver
for picking me up. There were already several girls on the bus and most of them
had their hair tied up. Some had even did what I did and tied their hair were
in neat buns. The attire was uniformly casual and demure. Any accessories like
earrings, necklaces or watches were absent. About the only exceptions were wedding
rings and a small handbag here and there.
I saw Sylvia and
took a seat beside her. We smiled at each other, both of us a little
overwhelmed by the fact we were both going to work as second-class citizens,
and also by the fact we were actually looking forward to it. All the girls were
seated quietly with their hands on their laps and I took care to follow them.
It was a strange ride.
I was seated
beside a girl who was formerly my superior but from today onwards, we would be
of the same rank in the company; which was at the bottom of the company totem
pole. I knew from talk in the office that almost all the female executives in
the company had joined Sun Horizon and many of the men had wondered why. As a
girl, I knew the reason. However strange it was to see former executives,
including a former VP, boarding the bus to go to work as assistants to men, the
payoff at the end of the day would be worth it. It might just be the start of
our first day, but this was just a feeling I had. A feeling I was sure of.
The bus stopped
along the road outside the building and as the door opened, we stood up. Before
alighting however, we had to thanked the bus driver for safely bringing us to
work. Some of the girls bowed at the waist but others curtsy. I choose the
curtsy.
We need to take
a short walk from the bus to the entrance of the building and it was
unexpectedly free of protestors. Even though the takeover by Sun Horizon was
friendly, there had been fears of protestors due to the company’s infamous
policy on gender roles. Guess all the public relations work the company did had
worked.
The security
guard at the door was male so as I passed, I did a curtsy. I could see he was
trying to stop a smile coming to his face and had to silently laugh at that. If
the guard was going to continue working here, he might as well get used to this
and enjoyed it.
We went down the
stairs to the basement where it had been converted to the girls’ locker room. To
get the locker room, the girls had to pass the carpark and it was another
strange experience. In the past, I would be driving into this carpark, but now
I was just walking to a room to put on my uniform. I admit; I felt nervous
walking to the locker room but once I entered the room, I took a deep breath
and…once the “Sun Horizon” air filled my body, my anxiety just went away.
The lockers were
assigned via your name and I quickly found mine. I opened it and found the
clothes given to me by Sun Horizon. Just the sight of them made my pulse
quickened. I almost tore off my clothes to put them on.
First was the
black dress. The length of the dress reached my ankles and the long sleeves on
it totally covered my arms leaving only my hands uncovered. With my hair
already in a bun, I decided to do my veil first. I wrapped a white cloth over
my head, leaving my face uncovered. Thank god for Youtube or I would never have
gotten it.
Next came the
face veil. Called the niqaab, it was a veil I had to strap around my head just
above my eyes. The veil dropped down in front of my face, covering it. I then
pulled up the hood of the dress and pulled it tightly around my head using a
drawstring. Tying the string into a knot, I left the knot dangling below my
chin. With the face veil, you couldn’t see the knot from the front but from the
side, you could. I had to wonder why Sun Horizon designed the uniform this way.
It looked different from the uniform they had for the girls of other companies
they had taken over.
Well, that was
nothing I had to worry about. I was just glad to wear it.
I walked out and
back to the staircase. Walking up to the ninth floor, I and the rest of the
girls assigned to the floor began our work. We cleaned the tables, wiped the
phones, watered the plants, placed sweets into the meeting bowls, and tried to
make the office as pleasant to the men as possible.
Although there
was no rule stating it, all of us were silent when cleaning. It just didn’t
seem right to be speaking when we were working and unsupervised by any men. If
someone had walked in on us, we would looked like black ghosts walking around
the office. That would not be an unfair description.
Once everything
was done, we looked over each other’s work and pointed out the minor mistakes
each of us made. It was here that female cattiness began to show and a new
hierarchy began to form.
Agnes Allen was
just a secretary in the office but she was also a mother of 4 boys who did all
her housework on her own. She has a lot of experience cleaning up after her
boys and it showed in her work. Her area of the office was almost free of
mistakes. Kylie Bentley however was a young executive who was on a trail up the
corporate ladder when the Sun Horizon takeover happened. As a young twentysomething
born to upper class parents, I wouldn’t be surprised if she hadn’t done a day
of cleaning in her life. Her area was terrible and Agnes called her out on it.
To her credit,
Kylie tried to correct her mistakes but her inexperience showed. In exasperation,
Agnes told her something that would shaped the relationship of the two from then
on. “Stop. You’re just making it worse. I’ll do it, you just go kneel over
there.”
Everyone
stopped. Some of the girls looked at each other in uncertainty and while we
were wondering if this was just a slip of the tongue from Agnes, Kylie stepped
to the spot Agnes pointed out and did as she was “told”. Kylie knelt and put
her hand on the hand as it was stated in the handbook.
Just like that,
a new hierarchy between the girls began to form. It didn’t matter what job you
used to hold or if you got a MBA or a high-school diploma; what mattered now
was how well you can do your new job. What mattered now was how well you clean,
how well you served, and how submissive you were. In the new order, Agnes was
queen of the floor and Kylie was the dirt on the ground.
The rest of us
continued our cleaning, ignoring the kneeling Kylie. When the clock reached
7.30am, Agnes clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. All of us
including Kylie went to the entrance of the office. There was a corridor where
you had to pass to enter the office. It was here where we placed ourselves.
We girls divided
into two rows and dropped to our knees. Then we waited. Strangely, while
waiting there for the men, I felt a joy I could not describe. It just felt
right. Logically I know it wasn’t right but…it just did. It just felt natural
and correct.
It soon began.
The bell of the lift stopping on our floor rang and I put my hands on the
ground in front of me. Looking down at the floor, I couldn’t see the men but I
could hear them walking in. Then I heard the signal from the two girls in the
front of the rows. As soon as I heard the sound of their foreheads slamming to
the ground, I too lowered my head to the floor. The submissive sound it made
was music to my ears. I shouted out the morning greeting.
“Welcome Sir!
This girl wishes you a good day at the office!”
Tuesday, 19 April 2016
The Takeover (Part 3)
The day after the conference, I
marched into the office and informed our HR manager I was going to take the
deal from Sun Horizon. Sylvia, my HR manager, was a very bemused person by the
end of the day because I was not alone. Not even close.
By the end of the day, most of the
girls in the company joined me in signing on to Sun Horizon. By the end of the
week, over 80% of the girls had agreed to join Sun Horizon. To say this was
surprising was an understatement. At a meeting of all the girls who were willing
to join, Sylvia openly admitted that she thought Sun Horizon would be lucky to
get 50% of the girls. She then uncharacteristically joked that this shows how little
a girl like her knows. We all laughed at the joke.
According to Sylvia, the takeover was
a done deal and Sun Horizon would make a public announcement in two weeks’
time. During this period, Sun Horizon would implant some changes in the office
and any girl who changed her mind could approach her. I would admit to being
anxious at these proposed changes but to their credit, Sun Horizon tried to make
the transition as smooth as possible.
First they install air filters in
the building that gave off the same smell as what they had in the auditorium. Then
they announced that from then on, all girls must address all males as “sir”.
They also encouraged the men to address all females as “girls”, no matter what
position the girl currently held.
At first, it was weird as hell. We
had junior male clerks addressed female executives as “girls” while female
managers like Sylvia were addressing men working for them as “sirs”. It was a
soft launch of the new regime and I guess this was Sun Horizon’s way to get
everyone used to the fact that gender was more important than positions or
capabilities.
However soft it was, the
underlining idea of male superiority was unmistakable. What was an order for
the girls was framed only as a suggestion for the men, but if you thought
people would be questioning and complaining about the unfairness of it all,
then you would be wrong.
Such questions just seem
unimportant. Every time I tried to seriously think about why I agreed to sign
on to Sun Horizon, the problem just goes away. Breathing in the air of the office
and a wave of contentment would come over me. Things were going just as well at
home.
At night, my sleep was dominated by
dreams of me being in a burka or wearing a niqaab. I would be alone and I would
be wearing a burka or niqaab. I could be walking in the streets, in the
countryside, or even on a beach but I would be walking alone and looking for
something. Most of the time, I would wake up without finding this something but
sometimes, I would find what I was looking for; a man.
A man would show up in my dreams
and I would have this urge to kneel before him and bow my head to the ground. I
would show the man my submission and he would accept me as his slave. The men
that showed up in my dreams came from all shapes, sizes, age and ethnicity and I
do not know any of them save one; Salim.
In these rare occurrences, Salim
would appear with his 2 wives standing behind him. I would knelt and bow but
unlike the other men, he would not accept my submission immediately. Instead,
one of his wives would walk to my back, a cane would appear in her hand and she
would use it on my body. If I stood up, ran or even moved, Salim would reject
me and I would wake up in frustration. If I took the punishment till he was pleased,
I would awake feeling refreshed, satisfied and happy.
In some ways, the strange dreams
helped me at work. Even though there were two weeks to go before the takeover, the
work culture in the office had changed drastically. On paper, the changes by
Sun Horizon had been slight but as people put them into practice, things became
different. In simple terms, although no one said we had to do it, once the
changes became practice; girls in the office became more submissive to the men.
Girls began to adopt a “speak only
when spoken to” rule with the men. If the men asked for something, we reply. If
they didn’t, we kept our mouths shut in their presence. Girls began to move
around the office with their head down and when a man and a girl crossed each
other in the corridor, the girl would move to the side, leaving the center to
the man. At least, that’s what happened at first.
I don’t know who started it, but a
few days after the practice began, girls started to stop and turned to face the
wall. Only when the men passed them did the girl began to move off. If the men
didn’t move, the girl would crabwalk along the wall pass the men. Only after
passing them would she turned and walked normally.
It also became normal for the girls
to get coffee for the men. The man, usually seated at his cubicle, would turn
to the girl nearest to him, and ordered the coffee. No matter what the girl was
doing, she would drop it and go get the coffee for him. This quickly became the
norm in the office and before the first week was out, girls would be handling
everything the men needed from coffee to photocopying of documents.
Not everything was to the
disadvantage of the girls however. As the day of the takeover came nearer and
nearer, the company slowly but surely shifted more work to the men. Some men
grumbled of course but having a girl at their beck and call largely muted any
disagreement they had.
Within the two weeks transition
period, this arrangement, work for men and service for girls, became accepted
practice within the office. Men stayed in their cubicle and do the work while
the girls would handle any miscellaneous tasks given to them. More than one person
in the office mentioned that it was as if every 3-4 men in the office were
sharing a secretary between them.
Personally, I thought it was a lot
more going on than that. I was serving 3 men in the office during this
transition period and felt a joy whenever one of them told me to do something.
This sense of joy did seem strange to me but at the same time, I didn’t really
care about it. I mean why mess with a good thing?
The girls who refused to sign on with
Sun Horizon were of course horrified at the developments in the office and they
protested with management. However since they were less than 20% of the female
workforce and they were all leaving within two weeks, their complains were
ignored.
As the days passed and the day of
the official takeover came near and near, I became more and more excited. I
couldn’t wait for the day when I could only wear the niqaab and greet my male
co-workers on my hands and knees. To my slight surprise, I wasn’t the only one.
Every other weekend, we girls would
frequent a bar where we would unwind with drinks, dance and music. That
weekend, after a few tequilas, one of the girls spoke about the dream she had
been having. In the dream, she was walking in a grass field and it was windy. She
was wearing a thin transparent veil when a strong gust of wind came and blew
her veil away.
Her veil was gone and she felt as
if a part of her soul was too. She frantically ran after the veil but the wind would
always keep it just out of her reach. After a long chase, she would knelt and
cry in frustration. The wind would die down and the veil would fall to the
ground. If she stood, the wind would pick up again. To get the veil, she would have
to crawl to it. Sometimes she did it on her hands and knees; other times, she
would crawl on her belly. She would crawl to the veil and grabbed it. With her
veil in hand, she would put it on and only then would she felt whole. Only
then, when it was safely over her head, would she feel complete.
I was alarmed when I heard her
story. It was different but at the same time eerily similar to my own. Then
another girl started to talk about her dreams, and it was as if a dam had burst.
Soon everyone was exchanging stories about their dreams and the veils they were
wearing in them. It was scary that we all had similar dreams but at the same
time, strangely comforting. I was not alone and I was not the only looking
forward to the day when I would be wearing the niqaab. All the girls were now openly
admitting that that they were also looking forward to the day. I found that I was
not a strange weirdo. I was part of a group of women who had the same dreams
and aspirations.
It was a very comforting thought to
have.
I was even happier a few days later
when Sylvia announced that Sun Horizon had sent over our uniforms and we girls
would be sent for the fitting. It was less than a week before Sun Horizon would
publicly announce the takeover and our company acceptance of their bid. The day
of the takeover was coming and I couldn’t wait for it to arrive.
Sunday, 20 March 2016
The Takeover (Part 2)
After what
happened at his place, I spent the rest of the week avoiding Salim. It wasn’t
difficult. The asshole didn’t even tried to call me. I still saw him a few
times in the office but even then, he treated me as if I didn’t exist. I was
yesterday’s news.
It suited me
just fine.
It also meant
that when my co-workers began to ask questions, I didn’t have to hold back. I
hadn’t announced the fact that we were going out but word gets around and
almost everyone knew we had been seeing each other. When they saw the sudden
coldness between us, people started to ask questions. So I did the only thing I
could; I told the truth.
I told everyone
Salim was an ass who had played me along even though he already had 2 wives at
home. I didn’t tell them about me cheating on him in college of course but then
I also didn’t tell them he made his wives help him seduce me so in my mind, it
was about even. By the end of the week everyone knew about how badly he had
treated me. Most of the female employees were going to resign anyway but after
word spread about me and Salim, almost every female in the company, including
me, got their resignation letters ready.
When the new
week came around, we were told there would be an engagement conference for all
the female employees of the company by New Horizon. They were going to try to
pitch the company to us but it was a waste of time. Most of us had already made
up our minds. At least that was the thinking everyone had when we entered the
auditorium.
Auditorium D was
on the fourth floor of our building and it was relatively big. It could hold up
to 80 people but for some reason, we were told each conference was given to
only about 30 girls. I didn’t know why because you would think it would had
been easier and faster for New Horizon to have more girls at each conference.
It would also be less expensive.
When I went
through the entrance, the first thing I noticed was the food at the back of the
auditorium. Coffee, tea, and various finger-foods were available for us and 4
veiled women were standing there, asking us to relax before the start of the
conference. They were clearly female employees of New Horizon and they got us
curious.
They were
wearing a black long-sleeved robe that covered them from the neck down to their
feet. It was wide and totally in line with the Islamic thinking that female
clothes should not be figure hugging. The robes also had a hood that the women
pulled up to cover their heads. Their face were covered with a niqab and with
their hands covered by black gloves, I couldn’t see any part of their face or
body.
A thought came
to my mind and I wondered how it felt to be totally covered like that. It must
be so mysterious and exotic. I stopped the thought right there. Where the hell
did that came from? The thought was so funny I had to mentally laugh at myself.
I decided to take my mind off the women.
There was free
food and drinks available so that was easy. Most of the girls joined me while a
few tried to speak to the 4 veiled women. However outside some polite small
talk, they refused to say anything of substance and asked the girls to try the
food and drinks while we wait for the conference to start. It was during this
waiting time that I smell the strange air inside the auditorium.
I had been
inside the auditorium before and the air was different from usual. However it
also smelled somewhat familiar. After a short while, I realized the smell was
similar to what I smelled at Salim’s home. I guess the guys at New Horizon must
really like their incense.
After about
30mins, a man walked up to the stage at the front of the auditorium. He was
short, fat, and looked like he had never exercised for a day in his life. I
looked at him as he walked up the stage and the first thought that came was
that he was a fat bearded nerd. He stopped when he reached the center of the
stage and looked at us. If you asked me why, I couldn’t tell you but at that
moment, he looked like he owned the stage. A moment ago he looked like a joke,
now he just looked imposing. I fought an urge to look at the ground and instead
looked straight at him.
It was a
mistake.
On top of the
stage, he looked down on us with a sneer. With a condensing voice, he spoke
into the microphone and told all the girls to put down our food and sit down as
the conference is going to start.
Instead of
getting mad, I was embarrassed. We were here for an engagement conference but
instead, I was stuffing myself full of food and drinks. I quickly put down my
drink and rushed to the front of the auditorium. My only out was the fact that
everyone beside me looked just as embarrassed as I was.
As the man
started speaking, I found myself sitting quietly in my seat with my hands on my
lap and my head was bowed low. I didn’t even realized what I was doing till I
heard the man say in passing the sight in front of him was what Sun Horizon was
looking for. Women with their heads hung low in respect to men.
A fire was lit
inside me and my head shot up. All around me, the rest of the girls did the
same. It was as if we were in a daze and had all suddenly awoken. The man
smiled on the stage and I found him infuriating. It was as if he was playing
with us. He then said that there was a video he wanted us to see and left the
stage.
The auditorium had
a huge screen and as the video started, I found myself falling into a daze
again. Honestly, I didn’t remember what was on the video, it was that boring.
All I remember was that the video had a lot of bright lights and some soothing
music in the background. Yet although I don’t know the details of the video, I
strangely know what was shown. The video showcased New Horizon’s deal to us
girls.
Anyone still
under contract would have the option of resigning from the company while those
who stayed would keep drawing their current salary but would be “reassigned” to
roles more in keeping with the New Horizon culture. The video was very upfront
with the fact that no girl would be employed in any executive position after
the takeover and being a secretary was the highest position a girl could hope
for in the company. Also, anyone who stayed till the end of their contract will
also be offered a contract extension but with a new salary more in keeping with
their job scope.
When the video
was done, the man came up to the stage again and I was once again struck by how
bad he looked. You would think New Horizon would have sent someone with more PR
and HR skills to sell their company to their future employees. It was then that
the thought struck me that New Horizon might not be aiming to keep us. As the
man droned on, the thought played in my head and began to make more and more
sense.
My suspicion
then became confirmation when the man told the 4 Sun Horizon female employees
to come up to the stage. The girls in the crowd began to murmur among
themselves but my eyes were struck to the women. The camera displayed the women
on the video screen as they stepped up to the stage with their head bowed.
The man said
this was standard walking position prescript in the Sun Horizon Girl Employee
Handbook. Girls were only allowed to walk with their head bowed. The 4 girls
stopped behind the man and stood facing the crowd in a straight row.
The man told the
crowd to remember the position the girls were holding. While waiting from
orders from men, their feet must be shoulder length apart, with their hands
clasped at the small of their back, and their eyes must be downcast to the
ground between their feet. They must maintain this position to mark themselves
as respectful, submissive women. The man then turned to the women behind him
and ordered them to kneel.
They did so
immediately. It was surreal and the auditorium fell silent. The women on stage
fell to their knees with a grace I would have never thought possible. It looked
to me as if their upper body didn’t move an inch but they fell to their knees
in slow motion. When it was done, their basic position still hasn’t changed. Their
hands were clasped at the small of their back, and their eyes were cast to the
ground between their feet. Only now, it looked as if their knees and not their
feet were shoulder length apart.
How did they do
that? I wondered to myself and the next question that immediately came to my
mind was whether I could be able to do something like that. Wait, what? I
opened my mouth in shock. I was going to resign. What was I doing even thinking
about something like that?
Hoping to put my
mind out of that line of thought, I focused on the only thing I could; the
speech of the man on the stage. He was now talking about the demerit system Sun
Horizon had on female employees. Anyone who got 25 demerits in a month would
have her pay cut but anyone who got less than 15 in a month would get a bonus
of at least 10% of her monthly pay. The girl with the least amount of demerits
for the month would get a bonus of up to 50% of her monthly pay. A few of the
girls started murmuring again at this stage. The potential pay increase could
be very important to some of them.
The man
continued without a thought to his audience. He mentioned that the girls would
be assigned a daily supervising officer, or a DSO. This would be a male working
on the same floor and the DSO would be the girls’ superior for the day. This
duty was to be served on a rotating schedule among the men and he made no bones
about the fact this was to ensure that every man in the office would be superior
to every women in the same office.
Then came the
coup de grace. The man told us about the “morning greeting”.
The 4 women
stood and spilt up to stand around the man, 2 to his left and 2 to his right.
Together they turned to face him, dropped to their hand and knees and shouted.
“Welcome Sir!
This girl wishes you a good day at the office!”
The man
explained that this was the position and greeting all girls of the company must
make every morning. We would arrive earlier than the men and as the men arrived
for work, we would be in this position and greet the men a good day at the
office.
You could hear a
pin drop in the auditorium. We were all stunned. They expected us to be in this
humiliating position every morning for our male co-workers. Are they crazy?
This confirmed my thought that Sun Horizon didn’t want us. They wanted all the
girls gone; why else would they have a presentation like this?
The conference
ended soon after. I remembered there was another video we had to sit through
but don’t ask me what it was about. By then, all of us girls were like mindless
drones, we just wanted out of there.
The rest of the
day also passed in a fog. I’m sure I ordered takeout and drove home as usual
but again, don’t ask me how I did any of those stuff. I don’t remember
anything. The only thing I do remember was what happened that night. That night
I slept and when I woke, I opened my eyes…and I couldn’t see.
My sight was
blurred like there was something in front of me. I stood up and there was a
weight on my head. Strangely, I felt great. It just felt right. I felt like I
was different and I didn’t know why.
I saw someone in
front of me and I started to walk slowly towards him. As I got closer, I got
used to the blur in front of me. I could make out the small details my vision
provided and the person in front of me was wearing a blue outfit. We stood
before each other for what felt like hours before I felt the need to reach out.
I needed to see the person in front of me. For some reason, I raised my hands
and my vision cleared.
I was standing
in front of a giant mirror and the person I saw was me. I was wearing a burqa
and I had just flipped it over my head. Below the burqa, I was totally naked.
Not only that, I looked happy. I looked contented. I flipped the burqa back
over my head and felt a peace I had never felt before.
It just felt
right.
I woke up then.
My breathing was hard and I knew what I wanted. My hands went between my legs
and I masturbated. As usual, I formed a mental image of what I was doing. I
thought of myself in the burqa and of the conference I had earlier in the day.
I imagined myself bowing, kneeling and serving the men and my hands was soon
filled with my juices. I came and had to put my pillow over my mouth as I
screamed.
I never did
that. I never screamed. In fact, usually I wasn’t even all that loud when I
came but today was different. This was something else. This was something
beyond my control. As my body was wrecked by joy, I thought of something I
never imagined.
I was going to
enjoy working in Sun Horizon.
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