running man (a story)

Running Man (a story)

Every night he had the same dream.
He was running away from some monster and woke up screaming. His wife soothed him and he would go work in the den for awhile, till he could calm down.
When asked to describe the monster, all he could give was emotional cues, never an idea of what it looked like or what caste of fae or demon it was. He just felt threatened, terrified, horrorstruck… and had no way of getting away from it, or hiding. Some nameless, faceless monster. With no hope of things improving or changing.
His wife begged him to go get therapy, so he finally did. He talked about his feelings, his marriage, his childhood, his stressors… She gave him a prescription for anti-anxiety meds. They didn’t work though.
He went to the family doctor and had a work up, again at his wife’s request. Well, threats really. She was almost as sleep deprived as he was. So blood draw for organic issues, EEG, ECG. a neuro exam. A friendly chat about finding ways to calm down in his life. The whole “get a hobby” speech doctors give when they can’t explain what’s wrong.
Nothing in the Western med paradigm was helping, so his wife suggested a naturopath. Again, he attended under duress. They talked about his diet and exercise regimen. He said the place he got the most exercise was in his sleep. She asked if he was actually moving his legs when he slept? Were the bed covers messed up when he woke, like he had been running? Yes, they were.
She recommended a sleep study. He went to a clinic and was wired up for sound, and spent the night there. He had “the dream” and was left to “sleep” thru it. He was very active in the dream state. Which concerned them, because most people are paralysed during the REM state. They asked if he had ever sleep walked as a kid. He called his mom and she said yes he had, but grew out of it. They gave him a prescription for a sedative that helped his body to be more restive. And kept him there to see if the meds worked. They began to, so they sent him home.
He put up with them for a few days, but he hated the groggy and funky feeling they gave him, so he stopped taking them.
Several weeks of anti-anxiety meds, a few days of sedatives, years of sleep deprivation and a history of sleep walking as a child… Any guesses as to what happened?
Not long after, his wife woke up one morning, feeling better than she had for a long time. So refreshed! She ran her arm up beside her and realized her husband wasn’t in the bed beside her as he still should be. She double checked the time.
So she went looking for him. Not in the kitchen, not in the den, not on the back porch where he liked to have his morning coffee.
She called his office. He wasn’t there yet. So she called his dad’s house. He often stopped by there in the morning to see if his dad needed anything, before he went to work. No he hadn’t gone there this morning. She was getting worried.
So because of the recent history, she called the police. With a quick call to the doctor’s office, they put out a medical advisory BOLO on him.
Several hours later, two officers showed up at her door. As soon as she saw them, she started to cry.
Her husband had been running, as if some thing or someone had put the fear of God into him and run straight in front of a semi. He was scraped off the road and taken to the morgue. It took some time for the police to match the information about the guy in pajamas at the morgue and the BOLO they had.
Now she wished she had nagged more about staying on the meds. But her first thought was…at least she’d be able to sleep now. She shivered and chastised herself for the thought.
For the rest of her life, she’d have to wonder if he would have been better off with just the dream, or if he should have stayed on the meds.


in the year of our lord 2017 (a story)

in the year of our lord 2017

A social scientist comes to year 2017 to get an understanding of sexuality in the 21st century. These are the sociologist’s reports about specific practices back to her time.

Report: Glory Holes

Sociologist: 3420 Planet: Earth
Year of our lord: 2017

In a back alley, full of dirty shops and doors that lead nowhere, I found a place that catered to men who wanted anonymity to the point where all they wanted to see of their sexual partner was their penis. Or their mouth. So they put holes in the walls at hip height and had knocking codes to enter.
The mouths went thru a day on their knees, servicing the penises. Never knowing anything but streams of jism. Some swallowed the orgasm and some refused. They weren’t willing to risk the STIs that went with their occupation. All they tasted was sweat and urine, instead of cum. Hours of every day spent sucking dirty men for a few dollars so they could afford to live. Some must have frozen their jaws many times.
Other than that, the hazards of the job were splinters. It’s not like the edges were well planed, after all.
Now and then, men would lay in wait outside the mouths’ door and beat up a man who exited. Just to make the point that they were the ones in charge. It wasn’t enough that they wrecked the muscles in their throat to the point where some had difficulty swallowing and keepng things down. The lumps and lesions weren’t enough either. No, they had to beat the mouth to show they were the supreme penis and they must obey.
Now and then the procurors would give the mouths or a penis a beating. To take a wage from a mouth or because a penis was trying to withhold payment. And now and then, they followed the penis home so they could blackmail them.
It was a very isolating experience just to keep their public lives separate from their sexual needs.

Report: Down Low Poker Parties

Sociologist: 3420 Planet: Earth
Year of our lord: 2017

Each of the men was married, had children and a life of being a straight man they wanted to protect. For whatever reason, they needed the straight cover. Was it family obligations; religious piety and it’s guilts; fear of exposure…?
But at these evenings, they had a chance to be authentic with their friends.
They rode their friends fast and put them away wet. Bareback. As the lingo of the day spoke it. Almost to the point of self sabotage. There was a real risk of STIs which would have broken their lives apart. They were fine if they stayed a small group of friends they had known for years. But everytime they invited a new person into their group, they risked their lives again.
It was an era of male posturing and being straight was part of that pose. Macho was a key attitude, and not being macho left you open to more than getting teased. It could have you beaten to death. Left as garbage in the street.
So these poker party nights were their way of being true to themselves and reducing the risks.
But even there, they had rules so they were straight men having gay intimacies. Not gay men being themselves. Or even bisexual men being themselves.
They could explain it by too much alcohol or drugs. But they kept returning. Knowing the homosexual acts were part of the night.
It was just sex. Not an affair, no more than a friendship. Not even really that affectionate. It was like a bell rang, the penis came out and one got sucked. Or the pants dropped and one bent over to get their ass raped. Then they went back to being straight men. Buddy buddy, back slapping, beer drinking, macho pals who were having a guy night. While the wives were shopping or home with the kids. Almost utilitarian.

Report: porn trope

Sociologist: 3420 Planet: Earth
Year of our lord: 2017

It’s an interesting disparity. Pornography claims to be for adults, and the laws are built so it must be for adults, yet the person who most benefits from pornography is a young man just entering puberty who has found his father’s stash.
Or the bachelor who has moved into the basement of his mother’s house. He has no other outlet for his sexual aggression, so he faps as they say to girls with big boobs and jiggly butts stuffed with plastic penis substitutes.
Or they chase the elusive blowjob they dream of, seemingly whether they have a relationship with a woman or not.
Spankings are supposed to make the woman crazy for sex, whether it’s oral, genital or
anal sex to the point where she
squirts all over the place. And the circle jerk evolves from a group of teen age boys painting the tile or snow, to bukake . Of course the woman must be really vocal in her enthusiasm, while he calls her foul names. moans
The story might vary but the theme is one of her servicing him, him taking advantage of her, or him abusing her. If there is a female dominance scene, she is screaming at him and he is submissive. There is more chastity in these scenes. As if the dominant man is challenged by the idea of the woman having aggressive sex, so the man serving her needs cannot have sex with her.
Same as the two females having lesbian sex are just looking for the man to join them.
The relationship can be familial or authoritative. (parent, boss, teacher) despite these being illegal. So they play act the roles. Or it can be slavish.
And if they want to have out door or violent sexual relations, they add a large animal to the trope (most commonly bears, wolves and big cats).
But as said, the trope may vary, but the fapper is who it serves best.

. . . .

Hugh Hefner – Playboy
Larry Flynt – Hustler
Bob Guccione – Penthouse

. . . .

Marquis de Sade

Report: suburbanites

Sociologist: 3420 Planet: Earth
Year of our lord: 2017

A couple who has “made it good” in the city moves to the suburbs to have play space and better schools for their kids. And a bigger house.
They have been together for a few years now and are bored with their sex life as well. So they are open-minded when the greeting committee of the suburbs come to them with the party concept they have been doing for years. The husband might have to convince his wife, at first, but she gets into it. Usually sooner than he does, because the men are more welcoming of a fresh body to play with. Women might have more safety concerns with a new man.
In one room, they have a bedroom for guests who want to be alone as two or three, usually. It’s basically the seduction room for new party invitees. To reel them in, before they get into the bigger group events. The room encourages some “slap and tickle” and has cuffs and rope for those who want to explore BDSM a bit.
The room is wired for cameras so the host can watch later. It also protects the invitee who might not be as ready to play as thought. They can confirm that they said stop. Or used a safe word to stop the activity.
The video can also be viewed after a few months by the crowd. As part of their erotic film stash between group events. As a cool down. After the new members are acclimatized.
There is a swingers’ room, where the couple might meet with another couple and decide to be more intimate with them. Also an entry level room for the party. They might just switch spouses and watch their partner have sex with this new person. Or they might have sex with their spouse while they watched and where watched by the other couple.
Then there is the major event room. Divided into two areas, the orgy room has a space for “lookie-loos”. It is meant for new invitees to get used to the idea of the orgy. Also as a warm up space for those who need to get excited before they can act. Or for a between space for those who need a rest due to muscle strain or fatigue.
And a place filled with mats and pillows for the orgy. It may seem like a free-for-all, but the orgy does have usual partners for the activities. A few people might be open to the new couple joining them, so they leave a spot open for them to join in if they wish. There is a lot of massage and oral stimulation. Probably more than there is genital or anal. And there always seems to be that one woman who is getting piled on. In some fantasy of gang violence toward her, but consensual still. She has agreed to be used by multiple partners on this night.
The rule seems to be that these things only occur on party nights. It’s not ok to step outside the marriage or party and have an affair in the neighbourhood. It isn’t meant for cheaters, but to open the marriage. And it seems most people respect this boundary. Those that don’t, find themselves excluded from further socialization in their neighbourhood. Social groups are more important in the suburbs. You have a limited choice of people to be friendly with there. In the city, you can pick another group, if the first doesn’t work out. Not so much in the suburbs. So people tend to behave as the group wishes as long as they live there.

Report Summary

Sociologist: 3420 Planet: Earth
Year of our lord: 2017

2017 has shown us that our theory that sexual obsession was pervasive was true.
Despite the fact that the legal and religious trope was chastity, few people were able to sustain this. They hid their identity; cheated; engaged in sexual commerce at the risk of their lives and everything they valued. They lived dual lives. One protective so they would be free to live the truth.
Sexuality became an aberration, a crime and a commodity the more they tightened the definition of what it was meant to be.
Gangs and mobs treated people who were attractive enough to draw customers as if they were merchandise. Whether they were dead or alive, or of age to be engaged in sexual acts, despite the fact they knew they were breaking the law. Or maybe because of it.
Instead of changing their position, the laws and religious codes were tightened further.
People who weren’t sufficiently attractive to be sold by these groups got involved in bizarred side shows, similar to circuses. People with medical sexual and identity disorders were forced to become clownish versions of themselves to survive in such a stringent world. A world that claimed to be free.
At the risk of STIs that had gruesome effects and medications to treat them that were toxic.
The government went further, by making pills that made sexual acts even more of a demand, rather than considering the needs of the people.
This was the point the world was at, that caused the change of the world. The government was abusing the people.

Signing off,
Sociologist: 3420 Planet: Earth
Year of our lord: 2017

Nursemaid Robot’s Report (a story)

Maintenance Report of: Robot 43520
Human Name : Cassandra

Attn Team Leader : Dr Ethan,
Morningstar Robotics Unit
Ottawa, Canada

Dr Ethan,

**My people are:**
My soul purpose is to have charge of the humans in my immediate vascinity, to see to their care and protection. In that purview, I have been asked to be domestic slave and guardian to the welfare of:
* family: Martin. This family comprises of parental units:
* John and Beatrice. Their progeny are:
* Omar, (boy) Flossy (girl – Florence but no one calls her that) and MillyBird (girl – Mildred but no one calls her that).

**Service tasks:**
assigned a myriad of tasks I have been told are common to domestic servece, So I will list them for you as such. If you need clarification, please notify the household.
* cook meals of a healthful and tasteful nature to humans
* sew hems and buttons on clothing, replace zippers on clothing
* tea service to adult humans and friends
* alcohol/bartending to adult humans and friends
* healthful snacks to progeny
* chauffeur progeny to hobbies and groups, scheduling
* chauffeur progeny to school and tutors
* shop at grocers, hardware and retail stores. Supplied with list from a parental unit of necessities and a list of wishes parental units will allow this robot to get for the progeny. Dependent on good behaviour.
* mani/pedi maintenance of Beatrice Martin as she requests.
* erotic dancing and oral stim of genitals of John Martin
* find erotic magazines for Omar Martin.
* find romantic books for female progeny
* dust
* vaccuum
* walk dog
* clean cat litter
* feed animals the correct portions of their kibble
* answer phone, emails and notify correct household member
* maintain utilities
* maintain family schedule

**protection tasks**
* chauffeur and attend family when out of house per schedule
* surveil house and perimeter of property
* notify protective services as appropriate

These tasks are busy-making, but not difficult in anything but the amount of time they take. So I have no issues with them. Neither does the family. They make no complaints. Except for sore heads after drinking alcohol and fatigue or boredom as humans are often wont to do. Or so studies say.

**Attitudes of family members**
The members seem to be healthy and occupied. They have sufficient resources as well. Which is why I have not been able to find the source for their discontent. They are moody and argumentative. Omar Martin broods continually so the girl progeny call him EEyore, after the cartoon character. The girl progeny cry easily and squabble with each other. The younger, MillyBird is often scratching and biting Flossy, the older. The parental units say this is normal for human girls. But first aid is often required. The parental units blame Flossy for Milly Bird’s attacks on her. MillyBird gets more of the family resources than the other progeny do. The parental units claim she is gifted, yet I have seen nothing of note in my testing.

Having researched human communications and dynamics, this discontent often leads to larger problems and misuse of street and prescription medications and abuse or neglect. They are not isolated from society and have spiritual resources at their temple, though their attendance is infrequent.
The men are not involved in the fields and the women are not involved in gardening or tanning hides. So their productivity may need to be upgraded. John Martin could use a diet, but resists my efforts by increasing his portion size after I serve the family.
Historically, the women are the ones who complete my tasks, but Beatrice Martin has a job. So they requested a domestic robot and my programs were compiled for their use.
I am not programmed to argue with and stress the family members, and at this point, there is insufficient concern for emergent, human services. But the pattern shows future troubles.
And humans are notorious for having little self control or regulation.

Advice needed,

Robot 43520


## Asimov’s laws of robotics …
!. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
2. A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.
## . . . .
[I, Robot – Isaac Asimov][]

## . . . . song influences
[why do fools fall in love? _ Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers][]
[chain of fools – Aretha Franklin][]
[better man – Pearl Jam][]
[cat’s in the cradle – Harry Chapin][]
[things have changed – Bob Dylan][]
[what’s going on? Marvin Gaye][]
[strange fruit – Billie Holliday][]
[rise above this – Seether][]
[games people play – The Alan Parsons Project][]
[hot child in the city – Nick Gilder][]
[just a gigolo – David Lee Roth][]
[papa don’t preach – Madonna][]
[scars – Papa Roach][]
[l o l a lola – The Kinks][]
[the killing of Georgie – Rod Stewart][]


Galaxy (a story)

Galaxy (a story)

Many eons ago, an advanced race came to earth and taught the primitive people there all they needed to know to grow into a civilized land. They taught them some moral lessons and wisely said that these codes would help their people have a better quality of life. They lifted a stone platform so the people would be reminded of their covenant.
For many centuries, the people remembered the visitors and followed their sage advice. But then they became more arrogant. When a people think they have grown, they stop thinking there is someone who knows more. They think they are gods. It had been so long since they had seen the visitors.

The people forgot the visitors and thought their ancestors had been telling camp fire stories and the visitors were just a tale to keep their children in check. So they started to go their own way.
They broke up family homes, they stopped going to the temples to pray, they believed that money had more power than faith. And they began to build… build… build. Concrete and steel took the place of red woods. Cement and tar took the place of rivers.

Instead of thinking that other people were children of gods, they thought of them as enemies and started building weapons and isolation centers. They looked to the stars and dreamed of living and traveling there. The odd people were put into warehouses and given drugs to placate them, instead of being respected.

And they began warring with their neighbours. Withholding basic necessities and destroying villages. Killing and raping the women and children and disrespecting the elders.

When the visitors heard what was going on, they returned and tried to clean up the mess. But the people were too stubborn. Most of them anyway. Those who had been mistreated or isolated in the centers were happy to hear there was another way to live.They were taken onto the ships of the visitors and removed to their planet. The visitors created a chimera so the people there couldn’t see where their journey took them away and couldn’t follow. The visitors put warning signs thru the galaxy for other species, so they would know that the people there were running amok. So they had the choice to veer away from the planet.

The warring people were left well alone to kill themselves off if they chose to. And those who were freed by the arrival of the visitors flourished under their support and tutilage. Life became good for them.

The visitors told them that their variances were in fact signs of the new evolution and had the people followed their code, they would have been revered. Now they would be. As intended.

. . . .

## . . . .

influences for this piece

[I’m a Stranger Here- 5 man electric band][]

[Calling Occupants  – Carpenters][]

[Space Oddity –  David Bowie][]

[Rocket Man  – Elton John][]

{The Final Countdown – Europe][]
[Yellow Moon  –  Pearl Jam][]
[Cygnus X-1  –  Rush][]
[Heart of the Sunrise  –  Yes][]
[Black Hole Sun –  Soundgarden][]
[Supernaut  –  Black Sabbath][]
## . . . .
[A C Clarke  – 2001 A Space Odyssey][

NRE – that “new car smell” in dating

NRE – that “new car smell” in dating

Whatever the relationship, the beginning of it is full of hope, romance and people on their best behaviour. So it’s sexy, exciting and fresh. What more could you ask for? Your day and night are full of passion and you are sharing your stories; getting to know each other; laughing at each other’s jokes. And you haven’t heard them all a kagillion times (would you just stfu already about that time you…!!)
There’s no history and standing feuds between you, which has good and bad to it. The bad of history is that you know each other and can get bored. And you have no more mystery. Or so it seems. You are a hunter, an animal and the last thing you want is a relationship where there’s no more chase to it. The good of history is you know you have the strength to get thru stuff, together. Because you have.
This person you are now exploring may indeed have all the same bits and bobs your past and current partners have. But they might wear a different perfume or have a different fave colour. Or their skin is more mocha than peaches and cream. Maybe their hair is short, or brown rather than blond like your current partner. Just enough that you see someone new.
And you get to explore different things, be a different person when you are with them. Reinvent yourself and your relationships. Wear different clothes, get a new hair cut, lose weight,… That’s often how a partner knows their SO is cheating. Because their partner has changed recently. They have a new dynamic to test out, to bounce off. And they change. Which can be enormously annoying to their old partner, esp if they had been asking for changes that the new lover is getting just by being new. And they sit, remembering all the fights they had and the adament sameness. And now they resent the changes they had asked for, because it wasn’t done for them.
As they change, there is a push back from those already in their life, who want this person they’ve known awhile to stay the same. Even if it is boring, even if it was a change they wanted, now it’s safe and trustworthy. But their partner wants new. Or at least some of them do.
And isn’t new exciting?
And isn’t current trusted and true?
Which do you want?

If the dynamic is one of open relationship, or poly, the new relationship often takes precedence over the old. That’s where the passion, exploration and interest lie. And each feels a bit selfish. The partner who wants a new relationship and the one who is pushing back because they feel left out. And the new one who feels unsure where they fit into things. How friendly should they be with their lover’s other? How much affection should they show to their new lover in front of them? Only variable by whether or not the three are all lovers, or one is left out. But still, they stack toward the new lovers being drawn to exploring, which leaves the known lover feeling left out. And much as you might be attracted to both genders (if there is that inclination?), don’t you have fluxes in when you are more one than the other? (So friends tell me anyway) Are they alligned to what you need now?
Bottomline, one feels they get less and need reassurance. even if they are all lovers. And that changes over and over again. Which causes hurt feelings too.
So there is conflict. There are hurt feelings, and sometimes you aren’t sure now is the best time to have a new or old relationship. And you have to figure out which relationship is your priority. How many people will be affected by the choices you make and the conflict?
At this point, the new car smell is mixed with salt for tears; upset tummies from anxiety and maybe puke in the back seat; and the eau de conflict in your memory banks. Will the relationships (any of them) withstand this trial? Do you want them to? (Cuzz puke is gross, j/s!)
If you had a do-over, would you choose to go over to the new lover’s house? Would you wrap up the old first? Or is it the people who are wrong for this attempt? Maybe having more than two just isn’t possible with these people.
I know some people want to portray this all as an exciting thing, but dependant on self esteem, respect and trust, there are going to be at least moments of hell in the honeymoon. There have to be. After all, it’s at times of transition that more addictions, abuse and murder take place in a relationship.
So how do you safeguard yourself during a moment of what should be just fun and exciting? How do you protect those in your charge?
Or do you just push thru, hoping that the people you are surrounded by are worth being with at all? And go till there’s a scorched earth that you cannot come back from?
Well you could just play “let’s pretend” and buy a deodorizer that smells like the new car smell you were going for and pray that everything works out, instead of working for it. Or instead of trying anything, just buy the deodorizer and to heck with any relationships. After all they all have risks, right? Let’s just dream instead of loving anyone.

practical poly – the scarcity principle

Practical Poly – The Scarcity Principle

Let’s think of this for a minute…

Time and attention factors

  • Most ppl sleep between 6-8 hrs a day.
  • Most ppl shower and use the toilet, so let’s say they get 2 hrs for that. Including hair and possibly makeup (for women and some men)
  • Most ppl have a job and here in Canada min hrs a week are 50 as of now. that’s @10 hrs a day 5 days a week
  • Some ppl have to upgrade to keep a license or practical job req current,

so 1-2 eves a week for 2-3 hrs in class plus studying which is usually 4-5 hrs

  • Many ppl have minor children. Usually 1-2 so kids are up in the eves and @ more on the weekends, unless they have a parent who they visit for alt custody arrangements.
  • Some have animals to wrangle. Dogs need walks, cats need their litter changed and both req attention or they get depressed. So let’s give them an active 1-2 hrs a day.
  • If you are active in your “community”, going to the dungeon or a munch can take a good eve up so 3-4 hrs x 1 per week.
  • If you’re fit you need to exercise to keep that up. So 1 hr a day maintenance.
  • Prep a healthy meal or take out can use up 1/2 hr per meal, never mind eating and socializing during it. Which can take @ 2 hrs per.
  • House or apt cleaning (variance by size and members using/helping clean not really able to calculate it)
  • Many ppl have some illness or injury to deal with. So they have a doctor’s appt, meds to take, therapies to endure and then there’s the spoons they have or don’t to manage a relationship that day, that week. Min time is @ 3-4 hrs a week
  • warm up and cool down from your time with a partner eats at the quality and can equal the actual time. (Too variable to calculate – self esteem, ability to communicate and express needs, independence)
  • Many are in D/s, M/s relationships and have tasks their dominant expects of them on a daily basis. So let’s give 1-2 hrs for that.

Have I forgotten anything?

So once you have calculated the actual time and attention they can give you a week,
How emotionally available are they?

  • How well do you get along?
  • Is it mostly sex when you can get together or are you actually talking and working on your relationship as well?
  • How superficial is your exchange? (If given a questionnaire about your partner, what could you answer about their hopes, dreams, struggles, past hurts, family dynamics…?)

How big is your poly group?

  • Do you feel you get an equal or fair share of their time and emotional support?
  • Do you get time on days that are important to you? (ie you and your kids’ b-days)
  • Can you count on them in an emergency?

Do you get along with your metamours?

It’s complex, and only you can decide if the arrangement you have or want to enter is enough for you.

  • Do you have an obvious entrance and exit strategy that sees to you being supported and safe?

code name Medea (a female spy story)

Code Name: Medea (a female spy story)


Medea Medea witch of wonder
who brought down a cheat
once a hero of plunder
just by making him eat
flesh so tender and innocent
so loved by him then
by the gods a punishment
Jason fell to her ken

She had nothing but beauty and domestic skills going for her. But one day, a captain of the army came and asked her if she would consider becoming a spy for her country. She was offered a place in the house of a dignitary of the enemy.

  • her backstory:

She was to tell the seneschal that she was a poor lass on the run from an abusive uncle who was made guardian of her after her parents died tragically. She had no one to protect her. But she was a good cook, and could serve a big house quite easily. She was used to cooking at her father’s public house. The punters had loved her food.

So she went to the house and applied to be a junior cook. Till she could prove her skills to the lady of the house and the seneschal.
She was tested by cooking an egg. I know it seems so simple. But master chefs baulk at this simple thing. She made a lovely soft boiled egg and a fluffy plate of scrambled eggs as well. They were delicious. So she was hired.
Her day was spent in the kitchens, but she wandered the garden at night. So the master was likely to see her. One night he did. The chase was on. She played innocent and yet let herself be seduced. She cried and wailed about her future. No decent man would have her. The master gave her baubles as gifts to soother her tender nerves and made false promises. So she let him keep seducing her.
Though she had taken measures to be sure of no pregnancy, she soon let him know that he was a potent steed. He moved her to an upstairs bedroom and surrounded her with fripperies. She started padding her bra and slip appropriately. She no longer had to cook, as the work and heat of the kitchen were deemed unsafe for the master’s child. Even if it was a bastard. His wife was sterile and they planned to adopt the infant, when it was born.The babe would be their heir if it was a boy.
The master began to trust her and allowed her to stay in the room, even during important meetings of his agents. She would sit and yawn and say nothing. But now and then, she said she was bored and became petulent. But the master said he wanted her pretty face near him. He gave her bonbons to soothe her during the meetings.
When each meeting was over, she went to her room and wrote a missive to her handler and put it under a bench in the garden when she went for an evening walk, for the health of the babe. No one suspected her.
But one kitchen maid, who had been the master’s previous paramour watched her. She had been made to work again when the master lost interest in her.
The maid watched and learned and soon found a missive. She took it to the master and he fell to his knees in despair. His country was in danger, due to his lust. His wife took the spy to her rooms and stripped her. She found the padding, instead of a babe.
They had a few soldiers to guard their house as they were important people. The wife went to them and told them the story and showed them the missive.
The spy was taken out to a field away from the house and suffered several rapes. Then she was shot by each gun they had and left to breathe her last. Buried the next day.
But the information she had managed to sneak out was well used by her side of the conflict. She was given posthumous awards for serving her country well.

a lady pirate’s story

A Lady Pirate’s Story

It was in the 1700s. At that time, the life of a woman was to marry for security, or be a governess or maid. Most of my crew and I would rather be dead than have that life. So we were willing to risk it.. To become a pirate.
My friends and I had been refused space on most boats because duh we are women. Superstitious, sanctimonious pricks the lot of them!
So we got an old boat and fixed it up and flew our own flag. Instead of the traditional red flag, we had a white background with a red rose on it. And our black flag had two crossed swords with blood on the one tip. The tiniest spot of red on black and white.
We wore red patches over one eye when we were boarding ships, instead of black. Our skirts were red and we had a white peasant blouse and a red waist sincher. We tried to keep them clean and pretty. I bet we did better than most of the men did!
Some of the local women started wearing our garb when they heard about us. Partly in sympathy and partly to aid us. To act as decoys when the soldiers came looking for us. The chance they took was being hanged as a pirate, so we didn’t encourage it at all. But they thought we were romantic.
Considering the time and the fact they were pressed into service, the men we collected from other boats really didn’t object to coming with us. Well not at first. They were pretty sure they were getting a chance to have their way with us. So they helped us gather supplies from the navy ships and carry it to ours. The pressed men thought they would be staying on our ships as sex slaves. LOL Nope, we sold them as slaves in foreign lands. It was hard to see the look in their eyes when they realized. We were just as cautious about having men on the boats as other pirates were about having women on theirs. Not happening in the long run. Didn’t mean we couldn’t have a bit of fun with them while they were there though. 🙂
We chained them in the galley and used them as rowers by day. And chained them in a few spare cabins, so we could tease and torture them for part of the night. In ways that didn’t wreck their value when they were sold. Their muscles and limbs had to remain strong enough to work in the fields after all. So fun things like needles in the scrotum. Now and then we castrated them, if we planned to sell them in lands that prized eunuchs. If we were close enough to make that worthwhile. No harm in scarring them with burns and cuts, so long as they were superficial. And there was a place for the owners’ tattoos and brands.
One of our ladies was really good with a knife. She had grown up on a farm and was used to dealing with animal castration.. She also was good at caring for the incisions. We only ever lost two men due to infections. Not that the men were ever happy with the results, but they mostly survived it.
Between the soldiers, the male pirates and the slave dealers who at times wanted us more than our slaves, we had a hard time keeping ahead of the men. We were on a clock, and sooner or later, our time had to run out. Not to mention storms at sea. And scurvy.
But we valued our unusual lives and the freedom. So we risked getting our neck stretched with a rope choker. And most of us stayed free. Most of my crew retired to a small island where the few coins we could give them would give them a nice life. A small cottage with a garden. Independence.
But not me… I was dragged before the lord and sentenced to death. A few of my jailors had their fun with me. But my girls were able to bargain for a decent cell, good bedding and good food. Till I was hung.
On the day of my death, there was quite a crowd. Many ladies from the area wore a red pirate’s patch to show me support. It made me smile, despite my nervous state. It was a sweet thing to do. Not that it made the lord very happy. If he hadn’t known most of them, they could have gotten jailed as a pirate. He ripped the patch off his own wife’s face and slapped her really hard for her impertinance.
Finally the time came. The executioner moved toward me, put a hood over my head. I felt the rope against my throat, and my clock ran out.

Lady Carlotta

the dance between Merlin and Morgan (a story)

The Dance Between Merlin and Morgan (a story)

So many things between them; some love, some faith, some hate. All power shifting and changing over the head of a crown. A fight between the old gods and the new one for a kingdom.
A fight between a camdion and a water nymph for a soul. One as champion and one as a curse, both full of sorcery and passion. So caught up in the magic that they lost the soul they fought for in the end. Incest and falsity it’s stones.
And the castle and kingdom fell. Though they say that loss is only temporary.
Whisper the sorceror’s name and they appear. But is the name you cry out Merlin or Morgan? Does your quest lead you to the sacred male or female? Is the cross Celtic or Christian?
In the evolution of time though, the kingdom will rise again, if it ever was. You’ll find it among the trees of the Druids, that protect the lady of the lake and the dragon that sleeps in the mountain.
The round table will rise and chivalry will be profound again. But when it does, will the gods be Christian or pagan? Either way, power weighs heavy on Camelot’s Crown. Intrigue separates the knights from the throne and the round table.

Power dances thru the wands of sorcery
Merlin races to the throne’s side
And Morgan smashes the sword’s stone
Merlin teaches the young king
And Morgan plots for his downfall
Camdion and nymph at war
For the throne of Camelot.
Which may be lost forever
when father and son kill each other.
All that’s left in Camelot for now is
the dance of Merlin and Morgan.