As I heard myself respond back, “Yes my queen” I knew there was no turning back. The least desirable woman in the village, the one men avoided, had just put me into a trance and made me her slave. It did not matter anyways because according to tribal law I had already agreed to marry her. She had only made sure I could not back out and would not want to.
Let me back up and start from the beginning. When I decided to get my Ph.D. I picked a people in Africa that had not evolved in centuries. I studied their customs, studied and learned their language and finally decided to live with them for a short period as part of my studies. The one custom I did not know about was the custom of the fish meal.
Zara was a very sweet woman but she was three times the size of any of the other women in the village. She loved to dance and sing and while everyone in the village really liked her no man wanted to marry her. When she prepared a fish meal with red sauce every man in the village took off. There was only man who did not understand the custom and that man was me.
Village law does not allow a man to pick his spouse. On the contrary, the woman picks her husband by cooking a fish meal in a tribal red sauce and presents the fish to him. He must accept the fish and it is folklore that the red sauce is a powerful love potion. The man does not necessarily need to love the woman at the time the fish is eaten but he supposedly is madly in love by time he finishes. The first bite signifies acceptance of the offering. A rejection would lead to the man’s entire family being ostracized and possible death for the man.
No man wanted to marry Zara so when she cooked a fish in red sauce each man fled the village and slept in the jungle until the meal spoiled. It had become a joke in the village but being new I had no idea.
Zara came to me one day and said, “Why did you pitch your tent here? You are not near the public baths or the river.”
I pointed out over the valley below and said, “I love the view from here. It makes the walk well worth it.”
A few days later she started going by me all the time carrying tree branches and leaves. She started building a hut very close to where my tent was set up. Finally after a few days I went over and said, “I thought you said this is the least desirable spot in town. What made you choose it?”
She smiled and said, “The least desirable woman should have the least desirable spot. But someday I will have most desirable man.”
I walked away feeling bad for the poor woman. I had no idea that when she said most desirable man she was talking about me nor did I understand that I would not be permitted to say no.
I went off on a hunting trip with the men of the village to document how they used ancient hunting techniques mixed in with modern techniques. When I returned Zara had finished her hut. I went into my tent and smelled the smell of fish and spices and herbs all mixed together. It kind of made me hungry but after killing some big game I was not in the mood for fish.
As I was changing my clothing I heard women giggling and making a big fuss. What struck me as funny was that the men were eerily quiet. I finally poked my head out of my tent and found Zara standing in front of my tent with a plate of fish. She handed me the fish and said, “I have chosen you to share this fish with. You must accept my offering.”
I have to admit my understanding of their language was not where I wanted it to be but there was clearly nothing in her message that indicated that I was bound to accept a marriage proposal. As I reached out to accept the fish there was an audible hush in the crowd of women and then I noticed men poking their heads out from behind trees and rocks to watch me. I knew that accepting the fish meant something but being afraid of offending I picked the fish up, bit into it and tore a chunk of meat off.
As soon as I did the women burst out in dance and song and Zara swooped down and picked me up. She threw me over her shoulders and began dancing with me. The men in the jungle started running towards town and were already singing as they broke the edge of town. As Zara spun me around and danced she pulled my ear to her mouth and said, “I will make a great wife. You will not be unhappy that I chose you.”
I was dizzy from being spun around so I did not comment on what I thought I heard. As the village began to celebrate in the center of town I went up to one of the men from the hunt that I had become a little friendly with and said, “So why is everyone so happy?”
He looked at me and said, “We never thought anyone would want to marry Zara.”
I said, “I do not want to marry Zara. She said something about making a great wife but I didn’t think she actually meant we were getting married.”
He said, “Oh yes. I am afraid you are betrothed now. It is our custom that you must accept the fish and once you bite the fish you have accepted her offer for marriage. If you had rejected her offer the consequences would have been severe.”
Panicked I said, “Surely not as severe as having to marry Zara. I do not want to marry Zara.”
He said, “Then you should have run like the rest of us. You will be married tomorrow morning.”
He paused for a moment and said, “But don’t worry my friend. The red in the fish was a love potion. You will love her by morning.”
We danced, we sang and Zara kept smiling at me. I would smile back all the while realizing I would have to leave most of my belongings behind and make a desperate trip back to civilization. I waited for the celebrations to die down, announced my fatigue and went into my tent. I waited until it was quiet and dark and then slowly and quietly loaded my backpack with just my essentials. I stepped out into the pitch black darkness and started walking away when I felt a large arm wrap itself around me.
Her voice whispered into my ear, “I will let you go but the love potion will bring you back. Please be careful out there. I do not want my husband to become some night hunting beast’s dinner tonight.”
She spun me around and then I felt her lips press up against mine. She kissed me and at first I remained frozen not wanting to enjoy and not wanting to respond. As the kiss continued I felt my arms wrap around her as if they had minds of their own and before long I was doing the kissing instead of being kissed. Then she released me and said, “You are free to go now or you may return to your tent, leave your belongings and return to the hut where you will dwell as my husband.”
She finished that sentence with another kiss and sent me back into the dark of night. I wandered into my tent, removed my backpack, dropped it onto the floor of the tent and mindlessly wandered back over to her hut. She had lit a small flame so it was easy to find her and when I went in she was already naked. She smiled and said, “I knew you would return to me. No man can resist the love potion.”
Zara led me back to the bed she had made and set me down on the bed. She lit several more candles and then proceeded to undress. Once she was naked she walked over to me and stood in front of me. I wanted to fight the feelings that were going through my mind and body. I could not believe I wanted this woman. She took my head into her massive hands and began to rock back and forth in front of me. She kissed me as she rocked and then said, “Now just look at my breasts swinging back and forth and you will soon be mine.”
I reached up to touch them but she took my hands into her hands and held them tightly. She said, “Don’t touch them. Just look at them and notice how heavy your eyes are becoming. Let the calming scents in my candles remove your resistance as the love potion increases your desire to let me be in charge. When you awaken you will find that I am the most beautiful and desirable amongst all the women of my village. Now just watch my breasts swinging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.”
As my eyes became glued to her breasts and started to feel heavy I realized she was hypnotizing me. I said, “Are you trying to hypnotize me Zara?”
I did not know their word for hypnotize so I used the English version. She said, “I do not know this word you speak of. I am making your mind obey my commands and think the thoughts I want you to think. You can resist if you like as I enjoy the challenge but you will be mine soon.”
Zara leaned forward and her swinging breasts fell into my face. She said, “Take a deep breath and inhale for me. As you exhale your eyes will close and you will be asleep in my power.”
I took a deep breath and already knew that I was not going to win this battle. I could feel my body just ready to let go and plunge me into a world of submissive sleep. As I exhaled I fell forward into her waiting breasts and my eyes closed as she put her arms around me to keep me from falling to the floor.
Zara said, “Hmm yes. I finally have my man. The village men ran from me and they were forbidden from telling strangers of our tribal custom. So they could watch me building my hut while you were oblivious to my intentions but they could not warn you. They still fled from my fish because they were not sure if I was trying to trick them. Once they saw you eat they ran into the village to celebrate their freedom and my triumph. But it makes you so happy that you did not run because you have your dream woman now. Tell me what you have slave.”
I replied, “I have my dream woman now.”
She said, “You belong to your dream woman and will obey her without question. She is a princess, no, she is a queen and you will address her as such. The more you serve your queen the more you will love her.”
I responded back, “Yes my queen.”
And this is where I started my story out of how I found myself hypnotized and readying for marriage to the least desirable woman in the village. I now knew I would never finish my doctorate and would live my life out in the village as my wife’s love slave.
My queen said, “We cannot consummate our marriage until after the ceremony but I do wish to experience pleasure. You may kiss me and suck on my breasts but that is all. You must not penetrate me.”
I fell to my knees and said, “Yes my queen.”
As I kissed her and sucked on her breasts she caressed my hair and said, “I have waited years for a man and now it seems like I cannot wait one more night. Surely there must be something I can do.”
I pulled my mouth from her breasts and said, “I could give use my tongue my queen.”
She said, “I do not understand. How can you make love to me with your tongue?”
I tried to explain but my limited use of their language to discuss sexual situations just did not translate. She finally became frustrated and said, “Enough talk slave. Just show me.”
Twenty minutes later she was shaking on the bed. She sat up, threw her arms around me and said, “I have been blessed above all other women in my village. My years of want have paid off tonight. I will keep you forever.”
I looked up at my queen and said, “I have been blessed above all men to have a queen to worship and love.”
At our wedding ceremony that morning I had trouble smiling because my jaw muscles were so sore. I had created a monster who could not seem to get enough pleasure. My jaw muscles are stronger now and every day I spend serving my queen only makes me love her more.