Shades of Shelly, or Submission Reborn :17:13 Mar 13 2009
Times Read: 620
The room was dark and gloomy, illuminated by a single light bulb hanging bare from a suspended fixture. Smoke hung heavy in the air as it trailed off the end of a cigarette dangling from a pair of ruby red lips pursed in concentration. A woman bent over a low table focused on what lay before her as silver tools glinted in the dim light. They flashed in her hands as they caught the light just right in random intervals.
Her hair was curly and red, tied back into a tight knot consisting of two tightly wound braids. Her perfectly manicured nails done up to match her perfectly painted lips. She scowled down at her work and sat up a moment, stretching her back.
"This would all be easier if you would just submit." she said to the form on the table before bending back down and redoubling her efforts. 'This would work,' she thought to herself, 'it had to.' She had tried for so long to find the perfect subject, a willing victim, but alas, none had ever worked out. None had been able to withstand what she had in store.
Endless nights of seemingly faceless subjects, all willing at first, until they found out what the woman had had in mind. A difficult life had made the woman hard and she took that hardship out on her lovers. She enticed them with sweet words and promises of something beyond anything they had experienced, only to find out that not one could give her what she craved. Submission.
Complete control and domination over another. To inflict upon them any number of painful or humiliating things and to have that person be grateful for it. To have them crave the pain and submit to her sadistic whims without reservation.
The figure on the table twitched and the tiny pair of pliers slipped out of her hands now becoming slicked with blood as a result of her fumble. She cursed, a low hiss echoing off the stone walls and stirring the smoke upward in little whirlwinds. "Submit!" she growled to the figure and it was still once more as she picked up the tools once again.
She would make this work! All her efforts were to be rewarded very soon. She was so close, she had found that in all her years of searching for the perfect masochist that there didn't seem to exist any that would indulge her, so in her despair she had set out to create one.
A perfect being that would serve and submit willingly, that would crave pain and be fueled by it. She had researched for years, reading medical texts, studies of anatomy and a good dose of Mary Shelly thrown in for good measure. She had attended seminars on the psychology and physiology of the human brain and had discovered that with proper manipulation of certain areas she could "train" the human brain to crave and accept vast amounts of pain beyond what a mere human would normally be able to endure. Not only that but with proper technique they could even be energized by it! It was almost ready.
There had been many failures, so many potential mates discarded after she realized that she hadn't quite gotten it right. This one was different, she could feel it. This one would work. She discarded her cigarette and lit another, inhaling deeply and studying the ring of lipstick left behind on the filter. Tucking it into the corner of her mouth she sighed and reached for the thread. Almost done. She knew it would work, all those years of tireless study and experimentation, obsession with finding out what made the human brain tick and why some people were just "different" then others had made her anxious, longing so much for success she could feel it tight in her chest, coiled around her heart in a painful embrace.
Picking up the scissors she snipped off the thread and picked up a syringe, injecting her subject with a clear fluid that she hoped would do it's job and awaken the being she had created. She waited, placing a small kiss on blue tinged lips, smiling to herself.
She watched the eyes for signs of life, any sign that she had finally succeeded. She rubbed her hands together in anticipation, 'It wont be long now.' she thought. Soon she wouldn't be alone anymore. "Soon my love, soon" she said aloud, a hand caressing the meticulous stitch work, as she watched what she had created, and waited for the submissive to awaken.
COMMENTS
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allycat
03:18 Mar 14 2009
wow very descriptive and sexy i like it. it's intruiging
thank you for writing it i found it enjoyable allycat