The Truest Control Ch. 05

"Good. Well then, I guess we're done here. Goodnight, you pathetic weak wimp."

"Queen Liz..." Roger began, a little hesitantly.

"Yes, slave? What is it?"

"If I am to avoid masturbating... Would it be possible to get me a chastity cage at some point that we could lock my penis into so that I'm unable to stimulate it?"

She laughed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? It would be a dream come true for you."

"Yes, Queen Liz, it would be," Roger admitted, his face red with shame.

"I will never put a chastity cage on you," she said, "because that would force you to not touch yourself, and I'm not interested in forcing you to do anything. You do things for me because you want to do them. You do them of your own free will."

Roger began to sigh, but then remembered that sighing was not allowed, and simply said "Yes, Queen Liz."

"You've read George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four, haven't you, Roger? I'm sure even a dumb slut like you must have been made to read that book in high school."

"Yes, Queen Liz, I remember that I had to read that book in high school."

"Do you remember much about it?" she asked.

"No, Queen Liz, I remember some stuff about it but I don't really remember a lot of details."

"As is to be expected from a stupid lug like you. Isn't it a good thing that you have an educated, intelligent woman like me to tell you what's what?"

"Yes, Queen Liz."

"Well, do you remember the torture scenes from the book?"

Roger paused. "I remember that there were some torture scenes, yes, toward the end I think."

"That's right. And one thing you should remember from those scenes is the goal of the torture. Do you remember why they tortured people?"

"Um... To punish them?" Roger guessed.

"No, stupid. You really don't remember, do you? It wasn't to make people suffer or to punish them for what they'd done. It was to change people. The command of the old despotisms was "Thou shalt not." They sought to restrict what people could do. The command of the totalitarians was "Thou shalt." They sought to tell people what they could do, and would do. But the command of the regime in Nineteen Eighty-Four is the same as mine: my command is "Thou art." I'm not here to tell you what to do; I'm here to turn you into someone who will do things for me willingly, someone who will ache to do those things and beg to do them, because you need to do those things more than anything else in the world. I will break you down, crush you as a person until there is nothing left. You will be hollow. I shall squeeze you empty, and then I shall fill you with myself."

Roger remained silent.

"And that is the truest control," Liz continued. "Control that is exerted not by force, but by making the controlled desire it. You will turn on to the abuse and control. You will come to desire it, to need it, to crave it like a starving person craves food. You will serve me because you will understand that that is what you were born to do."

Still, Roger remained silent.

"Do you understand?" Liz asked.

"Yes."

"Then thank me."

"Thank you for taking the truest control of my life," Roger said simply.

"You're welcome, slave. No penis cage for you; you will deny yourself for me because you want to, not out of force."

"Yes, Queen Liz."

"Good. Now it's time to go to sleep."

"Yes. Goodnight, Queen Liz."

"Goodnight. I love you, you disgusting useless slave slut."

"And I love you, my Queen."

And it was true. They both did.