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Nothing Like The Sun
By L.Corvidae
Prologue: A Sincere Petition
Catherine woke feeling weary. Her mouth was flooded with the stale
taste of dinner from the night before even as the bulk of it rumbled low
in her midsection.
She slithered reluctantly out of bed and lumbered into the bathroom. On
the other side of the mirror over her sink she could see a pale,
disheveled ghost make a run for its own toilet. She wondered how long the
ghost could go on eating General Tso's Chicken and hot curries before its
thirty-year-old ghost stomach finally gave out. She wondered how many more
nights the ghost could sleep alone and not go crazy.
Catherine pitied the ghost.
Even her morning shower didn't do much to revive her spirits. She had
the day off from the clinic and there was nothing to do. She dragged
herself, still dripping, into the library and turned on her computer for
the first time in a month. She had at least a hundred messages, that the
online service had saved anyway. The filters caught most the Spam, but she
still had to dump a few that had gotten through. That left 111 E-mails.
She read though a few applications and stories by wannabees before getting
too depressed. Any message with a subject header that was a jumble of
acronyms - SWM ISO GS & CBT - she dumped. Ten messages left.
There were four from Dommes she knew online who were concerned about
her or just wondered what she'd been up to. She held off on deleting those
in case she felt more human later in the day.
The last five were applications by men at least smart enough to put
together whole words. One caught her eye, and stirred mixed emotions: "a
sincere petition." She liked the word "petition", but hated the "sincere"
part. In her experience if it said it was sincere, it usually wasn't. She
saved it for last.
She read the other four. Three were the usual tripe: I'm looking for -
I want this. One at least was promising and came with a GIF of the sender
in the nude; a rather fetching dark-haired young man, with an impressively
sized penis. His words were very smooth, very flattering. Just her type.
She had begun seriously considering the boy when she finally got
around to reading the last message.
The E-mail read:
To: P.t.altaic@******.com
From: MikeR0172@******.com
Subject: a sincere petition,
humblest of greetings, oh Beautiful Mistress Catherine.
Please forgive my arrogance in contacting you so brazenly, but i have
long been an admirer of your many postings and stories and could keep my
silence no longer.
my name is Michael R-. i am twenty-five years old and a virgin. i have
always been powerfully drawn to Women of strength and intelligence, Women
like You. i have been submissive to such Women - to all Women, really - my
entire life, always putting their needs ahead of my own. Now i wish to
take the next step. i wish to become a slave. Specifically, i wish to
become Your slave.
What can i offer You to grant such a boon? It is easy for me to write
words like faithfulness and obedience; to pledge to obey Your every
command and indulge Your every whim, but my words are no less true for the
ease with which they come. As for any talents i may posses, i regret there
is only one of note: i have some faculty with drawing in pen and ink. i
would be happy to send You samples of my work; and even if You do not
choose to accept me as Your slave, i would always be willing to accept
commissions from You for no charge.
For myself, i ask only for the opportunity to learn and to serve at
Your feet. It is not that i have no specific desires of my own, i do, but
my strongest desire is merely to please You in any way that i can, no
matter how trivial or mundane. Should any of my other needs be met in the
process, then i shall consider myself thrice blessed.
There is one thing You should know: i am not a masochist. As i stated,
i have read Your many wonderful writings and am fully aware that You are a
sadist, first and foremost. Such a pairing may not be preferable to You,
yet, again i say that my chief desire is to serve and to learn. i am
prepared to endure whatever hardships may incur from such servitude,
taking comfort in the knowledge that my discomfort brings You pleasure.
i have never been more serious about a thing in my entire life. i am
deeply appreciative for whatever consideration You have given me thus far,
and for whatever thought You may yet give. i await whatever reply You see
fit to send, with baited breath and bent knee.
i am, and shall remain, humbly Yours,
Michael R-
Catherine sat back after finishing the message. She read it again. She
wished she'd made coffee first; she always thought better with coffee.
Finally, she leaned back in to the keyboard and began to type.
Dear Michael...
END OF PROLOGUE
Note: Please feel free to E-mail with any constructive criticism and
suggestions for future episodes. Flames will be ignored.
This story is protected by copyright, 1997, by the author.
Once, I swore I would die for you,
But I never meant like this.
I never meant like this.
No, I never meant like this.
Stabbing Westward "Shame"