“In the view of theoretical and experimental physicists, parallel universes are not
science fiction. The notion of the multiverse—that our universe co-exists with an infinite
number of other universes—is rapidly gaining ground among working scientists.”
—-Michio Kakmath
“The simplest and most popular cosmological model today predicts that you have an
identical twin in a galaxy from about 10 to the 10/28th power meters from here. This
distance is so great that it is beyond astronomical, but that does not make your
doppelganger any less real.
The estimate is derived from elementary probability and does not even assume
speculative modern physics. It merely says that space is infinite (or at least
sufficiently large) in size and almost uniformly filled with matter, as observations
indicate. In infinite space, even the most unlikely events must occur somewhere.”
—-Max Tegmark
Domestic Servitude
Malyssa’s engagement to Greg was only a few months old when her fiancé shyly
confessed to a secret fantasy he had been having since they met at church the previous
year.
“I’ve been keeping this from you, my darling,” Greg said, as they sat at a table in
the coffee shop near Malyssa’s apartment. “I suppose I’ve been holding back, trying to
hide it from myself as well as you. But I can’t hide it any longer. I must get it out!”
Upon hearing this preamble, Malyssa feared the worst. Was Greg a homo? Did he have
another woman stashed away? Was he impotent? Mentally ill? A criminal record? Herpes?
A dozen dismaying scenarios flashed through Malyssa’s mind in the space of an
instant.
“Well, what is it?” Malyssa forced herself to ask.
“It’s something you should know about before we get married,” Greg said, “because it
will likely affect the way you feel about me.”
“Tell me what it is,” Malyssa said, growing impatient. To be sure, at this stage,
she was feeling pretty apprehensive. But what emerged as Greg’s pre-nuptial confession
turned out to be more of a plus than a minus.
“It’s you,” Greg told her. “Because you are so beautiful and desirable, I find
myself wanting to worship you, to serve and obey you, as we worship, serve, and obey The
Almighty at church on Sundays.”
“Really?”
Greg nodded. He then went on to inform Malyssa that her exquisite body and alluring
femininity were everything he had ever dreamed of in a woman, everything he had ever hoped
for in a future wife. Malyssa was perfect, he declared.
“As a consequence,” Greg said, “I can think of nothing more appropriate than for me
to be totally submissive to you in all things, to grovel at your feet. I look forward to
being your obedient slave-husband after we get married.”
Inwardly, Malyssa breathed a sigh of relief. She had worried that his confession
would reveal much worse things than him wanting to be submissive to her.
Without responding immediately, Malyssa took a good long look at the man she had
consented to marry, seeing him exactly as he was, clearly and objectively.
Malyssa’s future husband was, by any standard, the kind of typically handsome but
essentially weak man who inevitably finds himself attracted to a strong woman.
Greg had a narrow but symmetrical face, a good head of dark hair, and the kind of
sturdy masculine body that any normal heterosexual woman would be drawn to.
In profile, Greg had a bit of a weak chin but face on, he was quite good looking.
His body, which was nicely muscled without being hard, was unusually free of hair.
Greg’s beard was sparse and he had little leg or chest hair to speak of. On his arms, the
hair was so fine as to be nearly invisible. There was some thick hair on his underarms,
but even his pubic hair was short and thin.
Greg did have some else that was out of the ordinary.
He was exceptionally well-endowed, with a cock like a tree trunk and a pair of balls
that looked like rounded, old-fashioned footballs. Malyssa knew this for sure, having
previously felt Greg up on most every date since their first. And, once they had become
formally engaged, she had exposed his genitals to view on numerous occasions.
When she got right down to it, Malyssa realized that she was marrying Greg mainly
for convenience. She was pushing thirty, and wanted to be married. It wasn’t for Greg’s
mind, or his character, that she had agreed to his proposal. At the same time, she did
have to admit that his peculiar confession was cause for concern. Was he some sort of a
pervert?
A brunette with big blue eyes, Malyssa was herself, at exactly twenty-nine, an
exceedingly well-developed woman.
Though deeply religious, Malyssa was intelligent and also that rarest thing among
believers—open minded. In addition, her crisp manner and chic personal style contributed
to her overall air of self-possessed confidence.
Nevertheless, Malyssa decided to respond to this revelation from Greg with
tenderness and affection. After all, he was telling her this before they got married, so
there would be no surprises. She should be grateful for that, at least.
In all honesty though, Malyssa didn’t quite know what to do next. If she had someone
to talk to about it, like her mom or one of her girlfriends, it might be different.
However, this was a matter so extremely private, so intimate, that Malyssa decided
that she would rely on her own resources to address it. The first order of business was to
find out if any worthwhile information was available on the internet.
Luckily, the one of the earliest web sites Malyssa visited was the one maintained by
Darlene Xavier, the author of THEORY AND PRACTICE OF FEMININE DOMINANCE.
To Malyssa’s undying surprise, Darlene Xavier’s well-written and informative web
site was just the ticket. There were dozens of articles addressing virtually every aspect
of the new movement of Dominant Women.
Much of the artwork and graphics associated with Ms. Xavier’s website were not to
Malyssa’s liking, although there were some who stood out as first rate talents. These
included Namio, Wigead, Sardax, and Rebecca. Malyssa felt a special thrill when she looked
at Sardax’s superb pictures, a pulsing tension and a throbbing at her center that she
would henceforth associate with feelings of feminine power and desire.
In the meantime, the things Malyssa read about women ruling over men on the Xavier
web site forever altered her basic outlook and fundamentally changed her relationship with
Greg.
“Despite your confession that you desire feminine authority,” Malyssa informed Greg
the following week, “I have determined that I will marry you after all.”
“Oh, thank you, Malyssa!”
She allowed Greg to kiss her hand.
“However,” Malyssa went on, “I want you to know that once I am in control, this will
not be a mere bedroom pastime, Gregory. We will pursue it as a permanent lifestyle.”
Greg once more thanked Malyssa for being willing to accept him as her husband, and
pledged his unreserved devotion.
For the remainder of their engagement, Malyssa studied and planned for their
post-marital future. On their honeymoon night, she was more than ready to put her plan
into action.
Malyssa dispensed with the tradition of having Greg carry her across the threshold
on their wedding night. Instead, she went in first, having Greg carry their luggage. Once
inside their private suite, Malyssa stayed clothed in her wedding gown while she made Greg
strip naked. She kissed him passionately, and then, sitting down on the bed, told him to
kneel at her feet.
It was at this point that Greg noticed that Malyssa had a booklet in her hand, along
with a pencil.
“What’s that?” Greg asked.
“I’m going to administer a psychological exam,” Malyssa said. “I intend to get at
the root of your perversion.”
“Now?”
Malyssa nodded. “Yes, right now.”
And administer it she did. Among other things, Malyssa learned that Greg had desired
submission to a woman for as long as he could remember, and surely ever since puberty. He
wanted to worship the woman he loved, to serve and obey her.
“In you, Malyssa, I believe I have found the ideal woman,” Greg said. “I love you.”
“And I love you, Gregory. But I also want you to know that our life together will
proceed strictly on my terms. You will have no say in the matter of our marriage.”
Ever since taking off his clothing, Greg had sported a rigidly stiff, upright
erection. Malyssa reached out to fondle him as she closed the exam booklet. She could see
that Greg was intensely aroused, giving a start the moment she touched him.
“Oooo…aaaahh…” Greg moaned, as she caressed the bloated purple head. “Oooaaah.” The
beast stood up like a prong, bouncy as a steel spring. She gripped the base with both
hands, squeezing it and letting go, squeezing it and letting go.
Thus began a unique and constantly-evolving marital dynamic, which continues to this
day.
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