'Without the Darkness, we'd never see the stars.' part one DLC's alyssa
The little-known fact was the moderate sized castle outside the city was built by the same architect that designed the sumptuous grand Prague Castle in the 9th century. Timely to note the Czech Republic has the highest castle-density in the world, many possessing medieval charm there are more than 2,000 around the country with one being the home of her Lady Eliska Vaclev.
There was no other way to say it the wealthy women known in the profession as Dominatrix Eliska was a female supremacist that devoted her life to the empowerment of women in all areas of import. She took pride in owning her own castle that was equipped with an authentic dungeon she’d modernized for her convenience.
“….you’ll discover the more you dress in lingerie the further you’ll want to go…it is the truth of intimate wear…nothing else can compare….why one day you may ask me …please put me on female hormones ….make me the woman I’ve always wanted to be.”
On hearing the words from the Dominatrix his cock pulsated out as it bobbed up and down as hard as it ever was.
The movie director Thomas Cleary hadn’t expected the shift in dialogue. They had come so far in such a short time since the afternoon in the Czech pub. His eyes pleaded with her to touch him. Lady Eliska enjoyed seeing it twitch knowing it was her powerful words that made it do so.
“Yes I can see the mystery of the feminine intrigues you….perhaps there is more there than just the desire to be paddled by an alpha woman.”
He was like so many powerful males they needed the contrast submission brought with even it if meant being secured in a dungeon of a professional Dominatrix.
Like any skilled female lifestyle-Dominant she knew just how to manipulate his libido to gain a concession further eradicating his tenuous grip on his masculinity.
“What is the rule my pet?”
Her heavy Bohemian accent free of any insincerity let her measured inquiry hang in the air.
“If I come…excuse me Ma’am I didn’t mean to say it that way…if I get wet I wear my chastity cage under a clean pair of my panties for another week and listen to my audio files you’ve gifted to me every morning.”
“Yes that is partially true yet lest you forget I told you the 4th time you cream you’ll be required to have a tattoo affixed to your back side that’s design I will select….that is unless you no longer want to be allowed to visit your Domina….”
The Czech Mistress held her ground sure she had burrowed deep enough into his psyche that his acquiescence was near. Thomas looked so helpless secured to the wall in the damp under-room beneath the small castle’s main floor.
He couldn’t get over the fact her thick Prague accent was a huge turn-on when compared to the flighty tone of most girls from California he knew. By his way of thinking those Malibu and LA babes so often snarky fawned over him wanting only to be put in his movies. They had their attractive bodies with their windswept hair yet they couldn’t hold a candle to this highly intelligent woman he addressed as Lady Eliska.
The first time he had followed behind her walking down the stairs as they round along the wall spoke to his desire to submit.
A few minutes earlier in the front hall vestibule a simple point with her finger had him undressing to total nakedness. His 4th weekend with her shedding his clothing was now to be expected. Leveraging his expanding dependence on her she let Thomas know he would leave with a collar around his neck if she decided he was worthy enough to continue to train.
Possessing a high scholarship for her craft she was always pushing her subs to progress and move forward until her vision for them was accomplished.
Call it human nature tell a person he can have something he expects and he’ll think about whether he even wants it…tell him it wasn’t a certainty and he’ll feel a sense of loss if he doesn’t get it. Thomas now couldn’t imagine not being with her.
“Yes Mistress Eliska I understand…please, please I must be allowed to continue to see you madame.”
“Your little baby rattle….yes that is what I’ll call this pathetic excuse of a penis…you can’t really think it will satisfy a woman of my appetites…”
She scoffed out a demoralizing laugh intended to knock him off his high horse making him feel less than a virile male.
“…or any other women for that matter….look…so small yet so excited being in the presence of a superior woman like myself….attention.”
Spoken loud with authority the word ‘attention’ was one of the hypnotic triggers that would prove to be effective in transforming him into the submissive woman she knew he could be.
Thomas Cleary the name alone brought investors flocking to his office hoping to be involved in the capital raise for any movie he made. A breakout film entitled ‘The Saturn Sage’ had brought the small framed 5’ 7” producer-director unexpected wealth of over 200 million after production and marketing costs. The follow-up movie ‘the Sage Returns’ had done even better….reaping a profit of 300 million once world wide release numbers were included. He had moved into that category where 80% of the world’s wealth is owned by 20% of people.
His eyes looked directly into Mistress Eliska with wrapped focus. It had been so easy once she put him in trance state…’whenever you hear the word attention…you stop, listen and obey’.
The Grand Dame of a woman lifted her chiffon blouse off it was what she loved about feminine underwear garments the mystery and intrigue of an embroidered bra and pantie set could easily capture the consciousness of a male.
Her eyes never leaving his Eliska’s hand slipped in behind and unhooked the teal colored brassiere. The large sumptuous breasts spilled forth despite their size they had retained the shape and contour of her youthful days. Crowned will full areola and nipples of length a quick shake of both and they once more went back to display their design. Even louder once again Eliska said ‘attention’.
“Breasts so pretty in their look and feel….you will take time out of every morning and meditate on how nice they would feel should you have your own….say yes Dominatrix Eliska I will obey your command.’
Thomas didn’t even realize he was doing it with drool coming out the corner of his mouth as he stared at the pair of feminine nipples as he repeated what he was told he altered the tense from ‘would’ to ‘will’.
“Yes Dominatrix Eliska I’ll meditate every morning on what it ‘will’ feel like to have my own breasts.”
No different than a female the male ego as pointed out by ‘A Course in Miracles’ wants one to view their body as a collection of parts…this is my arm...these are my legs….etc . ACIM insists the ego will always use the body to attack the mind hence instead of viewing it as one whole form containing a spirit the ego agenda benefits from the person seeing it as grouping of separate parts.
“Dear pet you’re leaking…your little baby rattle grows excited at the prospect of possessing what every women values and treasures...a beautiful pair of breasts….that’s telling us something.”
Her hand moved out and gently ran across his bosom. Looking down he watched it slide softly on his smooth skin. It had taken 4 weeks yet now his body was near free of hair. Every Friday evening once a week he showed up to be in session with her Thomas had removed more hair. First it had been his legs the following week then his chest. This last time his underarms were made smooth as well as his arm hair a source of much pride for most males as it spoke to their masculine virility.
“Attention. I want you to grow this out…keep doing it until you hear different from me….I know of a way that will help you retain these hair follicles perhaps even grow more…it comes in the form of a pill you take twice daily.”
Her hand fluffed the moderate length of hair on his head. Eliska was going to tell him about Peuraria Mirfica the Thailand herb that helped grow hair while feminizing a body. Being interrupted she held back.
“Yes Mistress….whatever you say is fine by me Ma’am.”
“Very well then no further details are needed…our time draws near its end…. we’ll test your resolve…alpha males do make the claim they release when and only when they choose.”
Zippered closed hoods covered the heads of the 3 other males that had pleaded to be secured in her dungeon. Remaining silent the whole time Vasili perked up when he felt the hand touch him before releasing his restraints. His name’s origin was a word of pre-Hellenic Greek meaning ‘king’. Looking like anything but a ruling monarch he dropped to his knees the moment he was free.
The male slave had first met a younger Eliska during her time she’d been mentored at the ‘Other World Kingdom’. Founded in 1996 promoting absolute Matriarchy the OWK while it was open was located in Black City otherwise known as the municipality of Cerna in Zdar nad Sazavou District, Czech Republic.
As though the centuries of suffering to attain its freedom was in their blood the Czech Republic has produced many a highly skilled dominatrix. Madam’s Laura Sirael, Simona, Cora…Madame’s Sarka and Mysteria …Mistress Sombsa…Lady Bellatrix.
Inked across his lengthy back at the lower neck a ‘barcode’ tattoo spoke to his status.
Walking on hands and knees he followed behind a few paces on the left like he’d been trained to. Stopping in front of Thomas Eliska snapped her finger only to see the large muscled male lift up. Thick-waisted with massive arms he waited for the command.
“Make him release and you’ll get your reward Slavina.”
It was unnerving for Thomas to hear the woman feminize the word slave using it as a name for such a large male creature.
The grunt ‘Yaaaa Mistress’ came out with a Slavic tone. It was difficult to believe Slavina had once been a straight male named Vasili Kershenko the way he handled the penis. Happy to have been turned gay fingers like sausage links cuddled the balls as he stroked Thomas.
The hand started masturbating Thomas in earnest. Not passing up the opportunity to see their beauty Thomas kept his eyes glancing to take in the sight of Eliska’s luscious milky breasts.
“How interesting the hands of a male bringing you to cream wetness. Are you to be treated as a virile male who controls when he releases …..or perhaps you are lesser than such…maybe in fact much closer to the feminine on the scale of human sexuality.”
Slavina now loved touching a male’s penis as he stroked Thomas his own impressive rod grew in length.
“So much smaller than my slave….yet you stay aroused as though comfortable being handle by a male……You know these nipples of yours pet have such potential.”
Eliska lowered her mouth letting her lips lick away at the bud until she heard it.
“Eeewwwwww….oh my Mistress…eeewwwwwww….I’m getting wet.”
It spoke to his training that Thomas didn’t say ‘I’m coming’ like any normal male would.
Spurting his cream out into Slavina’s hand he next felt the hard bite on his nipple by Eliska’s teeth.
“Owe owe owoooo….that hurts.”
Looking him in the eye as she pulled away a smile came on her face.
“What is pleasure without the contrast pain provides?....yes your baby rattle…so small a penis certainly one no alpha would care to possess…why you hardly lasted any length of time at all before climaxing.”
Thomas could feel himself falling deeper under her spell. Pursing his lips into a feminine look he kissed her cheek like a girlfriend would right before she closed the front door behind him. A level of uncertainty came at knowing his Czech Mistress hadn’t told him when next to be in her presence.
The leased Porche purred sitting in place in the driveway the note-pad out Thomas wrote down ‘call Madame Eliska’s tattoo artist, purchase new panties’. A glance in the rearview mirror at the home had him look down at the bra given to him that lay on the seat. Closing his eyes he briefly thought about what it would feel like to be wearing the pretty bra. Pen in hand he added to his note so it read ‘call Madame Eliska’s tattoo artist purchase new panties and bra sets’.
He couldn’t explain why yet he lifted his fingers while they held the steering-wheel. Thinking it to himself he decided he wanted to grow out his nails and have them shaped into an attractive oval contour. Below the first line on the pad he wrote ‘set mani and pedi appointment’.
Dominatrix Eliska Vaclav, the last name of pre-Christian origin was a woman with a rich family history in the region. Her first name alone as with most females had been found in the book ‘Jak se bude vase dite lmenovat’- (what is your child to be called?)- It was a semi-official list of allowed names. If the name was not found there in the ‘book’ authorities were extremely unwilling to register the child’s name.
As an adolescent hunting for mushrooms as though it was a Czech birth-right she’d sit in the forest clearing and read the utopian science fiction books translated to the Czech as Ursula Le Guinova ‘The Dispossessed’ and ‘The left hand of Darkness’. Part of the Hainish Cycle it spoke to anarchy and other societal structures like hierarchy and capitalism. The novels fueled her desire at an early age to create her own reality.
Her family’s ‘Royal’ roots trailed back to the rulers extended into the time of the Hussite wars of the 15th century. Wealth hidden from gold bars in Swiss banks surviving the Gestapo purges and Nazi occupation of World War Two her grandparents were pleased to see both girl and boy being born during the time of the ‘sametova revolce’ known by many as the velvet revolution. It was a non-violent transition of power overcoming communist rule in what was then in 1989 Czechoslovakia.
Her home since the days of her youth oddly enough Prague was the only major city not being extensively bombed in WW2. One blessing of the avoidance of ruin of Nazi reign was the Prague Astronomical Clock that survived. While it has to be seen to truly be appreciated built some 600 years ago an engineering marvel in its intricate functions the astronomical dial is a form of mechanical astrolabe which was commonly used in medieval timekeeping and astronomical studies.
With money not a concern figuring they went hand in hand knowledge and power had always been Eliska’s thing….it was why along with her belief in female supremacy she became a highly skilled Dominatrix of the first order. Growing into adulthood she had acquired an interesting smile two of her eye teeth ended in distinctly sharp points. They gave her the slight appearance a vampire might possess.
A month earlier it just so happened Eliska was sitting in her favorite Prague pub U Zlateho Tygra located on the corner of Jecna and Lipova it was on the short list because of their female bartenders.
Her booth sat beneath the oversized large picture of the ‘Wall of Lennon’. The iconic ever-changing wall of graffiti named after John Lennon it can be found in the district of Mala Strana dubbed the ‘crying wall’ it was used by protesters of the day to paint political messages.
The word around town was an American movie director would be there for his latest production. The moment she spotted him huddled with a banker she did business with Eliska Vaclev figured it was Thomas Cleary the movie mogul. Her laptop out she looked at the wiki page biography. The series of movies he made had been of little consequence until his blockbuster and follow-up sequel.
She next googled his name and found he was on the list a feminist site put out of male directors that made a living in the industry exploiting women. ‘Texas Trailer Trash, My Girl Betty, Sandy Beach’s Surfer Babes ….all were the usual male fantasy of treating girls as though mere brainless eye-candy there for the male to get his rocks off in between fights, shooting their guns and driving there muscle cars too fast.
Behind the scenes off camera he was known for his tyrannical ways he ran the sets especially once his blockbusters provided the money that allowed him to flaunt his power.
The site pointed out he had most often had two 20-ish ‘bimbo-type’ girls on staff there for the sole purpose of giving him blow-jobs on a moment’s notice.
Eliska concluded his spiritual pathology was dormant if not non-existent.
Looking at him huddling with the banker she whispered to herself ‘he is in need of correction that comes from experiencing the light of the feminine…. I know just the way to improve his life’.
The woman lifted her eyes capturing Ilsa the barkeep’s attention. Close enough to say it Eliska said ‘Pivo, prosim’. The pleasant way of saying ‘beer please’ had the female bartender lifting the stein to the spigot letting the popular favorite of locals ‘Gambrinus’ fill in until the half inch of foam capped the glass of beer off at the top.
The banker friend walked over and introduced Thomas to Eliska before he headed back to work. Sitting down Thomas was immediately captured by her grace and beauty.
Served chilled the high 38% alcohol content is best given to first-timers mixed with pear juice. Two helpings of the famous Czech liqueur ‘Becherovka’ were brought to the table. First made in the early 1800’s as a cure for stomach illness a secret recipe from herbs and spices gave it its distinctive cinnamon taste.
Thomas pulled back on noting the bitterness knowing he wasn’t in the company of a woman possessing the typical image he had of females. The conversation took off the more drinks the two had.
Like a vampire seeing a cross her hand reached out as she ordered Thomas to remove the tie. She always thought ties to be a subtle form of a male phallus. He would come to discover she excelled at having her proteges diminish their macho masculine image till little remained.
Being of interest Thomas brought up the subject.
“I’m scouting locations for my new flick…looking for a castle…perhaps you have heard of the movie ‘The Saturn Sage’…and the follow up ‘The Sage Returns’.”
“Your calling your new movie ‘looking for a castle’ …that title doesn’t exactly grab me….”
He laughed seeing the humor in it.
“The make-believe world of yours still misrepresents womanhood as it presents a false representation of males while ignoring the dying patriarchal view……Truth is I don’t do movies much I prefer reality…. there is enough mystical suspence in real life.’
She paused before adding her comment.
“Do you know much about the history of ‘vampires’ in our region?”
“Vampires…no not really.”
“There is a long back-story of activity….I own my own castle…”
“Wow a woman who owns her own castle….what would your husband say?”
Probing to see if she was in a relationship he knew he shouldn’t have put it that way the moment it slipped out.
“I have no need for a husband…..or as I’ve said the outdated patriarchy…my wealth is my own besides I have always believed a matriarchy to be the future. The male creature has seriously messed this world up with its self-centered pursuits of power and money and sex…it’s time women take over.”
Stifling her anger her upper lip lifted pursing across her mouth showing off the ‘fang’ look of her upper eye teeth. It sent a shiver down his spine when he saw it yet it turned him on as well.
Thomas replied fascinated with the women who was so different than the ones he was used to bossing around
“I’m sorry my error….would it be possible to see you castle?”
Her head tilted to the side slightly the silence briefly unnerving him as though she looked past his shallow facade deep into his eyes.
“You see I am not some cupcake of a girl…I am a woman…a lifestyle dominant woman…one who often brings correction the errors of males ‘I choose’ to have in my life. As we speak I have three willingly secured to the walls in my lower room…a willing submission it is always delightful to know they are being broken and trained as their sex drive too is redirected.”
Smiling she knew the hook was dangling near his mouth.
“Your mentioning of vampires….a dungeon with an under room….secured to the wall….it all fascinates me.”
“Some might call it a dungeon…to me its home….the local history has it that 3 generations of female vampires once occupied the space. In Czech we call them ’Pijavica’…literally translated it mean leech….for one who has led an evil and sinful life as a human ….as vampires they return seeking the blood of the living.”
His heart-rate increased as she continued.
“….from medieval times on to the 20th century when a person died they would put a stake through the heart of a corpse so they wouldn’t return as a vampire.”
“Your Castle Ma’am….Would you allow me to see it?”
The hook was swallowed she merely needed to draw the line taut and pull her catch in.
“I have certain rules you must know….they are to be followed at all times.”
Desperate to be with her he quickly agreed.
“Sure…sure I’ll follow your rules.’
“Fine first I am to be addressed by you as Lady Eliska …this will change with additions should I decide to keep you….we’ll find out if you are in need of female authority.”
It was slight and nearly out of view beneath the table yet Eliska spotted it. His hand dropped to adjust the stiffness as his cock grew hard in his pants. Thomas let his mind process the words ‘if I decide to keep you’.
The swagger gone missing out of his voice he replied.
“Yes, thank you Lady Eliska.”
Her hand twisted the round metal container lifting out a marijuana gummi-bear she suggested he take it saying he’d likely enjoy the psychedelic trip.
End of part one…