Voices

A small exercise about inner conflicts, something that fascinates me as a person and a story-teller.


“This is wrong and you know it, Diane!” urged the voice of Consciousness, pure as crystal. “You can still stop what you’re doing… do so now before it’s too late!”

Holding in her right hand a beautiful emerald pendant that swung sexily from side to side, the gorgeous yet insecure blonde looked straight ahead into the face of the one she wanted to have for herself, Trevor, everyone’s favorite quarterback and quite a treat for the eyes, sore or not.

He sat in front of her, mouth agape, slightly drooping shoulders and eyes lost in the motion of the precious stone, registering nothing but specks of green. His semi-catatonic state was a proof she was doing things right but a part of her continued to criticize her actions, talking about guilt and even sin, tormenting her resolve.

“Diane, you’re going against the Laws of Nature.”, continued the voice. “Everyone’s entitled to their freedom, to their will-power. Why do you insist on trying to deny him that?”

“Because it’s fun…” cooed another familiar presence, all of her feelings of Lust, Power, and Ambition combined with a distinct personality. “Because there’s no greater pleasure in life than the one that comes from capturing one’s mind, spirit, soul or any other word you want to use to describe a person’s very essence and then be able to say it out loud: It belongs to me now! I own it! That’s why you’re doing this, isn’t it, Diane? You want to control him completely and just thinking about it makes you all wet and tingly inside… You’re so very close, now… finish the job! Take what’s rightfully yours!”

“There’ll be no return if you continue any further, Diane. Save your soul! Save yourself while you still can and put down that pendant!” begged her innocent Self, the one she had been for a little over than twenty-years without nothing significant ever happening in her life until that day.

Diane crossed and uncrossed her legs three times in a row as she felt the fluids of sexual rapture building underneath her leather skirt. Thoughts intertwined and fought battles of semantics inside her mind until the clash came to an end when she realized the following:

Didn’t she deserve something more? Wasn’t she entitled to create the conditions for her satisfaction even if that meant breaking a few rules in the process? Moral, Ethics and alike! Nothing but fancy words to keep people in check, to restrain their primeval instincts of domination! She had been wrapped in those lies for far too long, asleep within the chambers of a hive of fools! Now it was her time of awakening and the path was clear! Indeed, there was no turning back but why would she want to remain stuck in the past when the future was being brought forth in the wavering movements of her pendulum?

“That’s my girl!” hummed her superior manifestation. The time of innuendos had come and gone and what once had been a pristine ego was now but a fleeting memory, a million of shattered pieces under the weight of temptation.

In a state of pure ecstasy, Diane said “Goodbye” to Trevor and “Welcome” to her first slave. More followed as the voice inside her became stronger and more ravenous but that’s the stuff urban legends are made of and this one ends here.

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