The Model Ch. 03byTaunus©
Toy Euler has been waiting outside of Basilica Cardinali for a long time.
Toy Euler: Greetings Faustus!
Faustus Mortal: I am late for Mass. Please excuse me!
Toy Euler: But this is important!
Faustus Mortal: Now what?
Toy Euler: I have film clips of Sabrina, she could be your toy or pet.
Faustus Mortal: Not interested.
Toy Euler: Of course you are. What man isn't interested in a rich, spoiled, blonde eighteen-year-old girl?
Faustus Mortal: Hmm?
Toy Euler: Her father bought her a Mercedes Benz on her eighteenth birthday. She went out and celebrated by scoring some dope. She is no angel. Had she not engaged in risky behavior, the carjackers would never have targeted her in the first place.
Faustus Mortal: Do tell.
Toy Euler knew that this would attract his interest.
Toy Euler: Sabrina is a spoiled girl. Her daddy has pulled her out of one scrape after another. What she is enduring is no less than what she so richly deserves. Look at her in her new obedience collar.
Faustus Mortal pauses to watch the film clip. Several religious pass by unnoticed. The girl Sabrina is in a garden on a leash. She is naked and Toy Euler is leading her. Toy is wearing blue jeans, tennis shoes, a T-shirt, and white cotton bra, panties, and socks. Toy's hair is in a pony tail. Sabrina's hair is sheared, displaying a blonde stubble on her head and her bush.
Toy Euler: You will enjoy this. I have her lift her arms high above her head and stretch. See those blonde, hairy armpits. In the bright sunlight they glisten like spun gold. She has been forced to exercise and work up a sweat. Isn't she gorgeous nude and sweaty. Of course she is never allowed to bathe.
Toy Euler: I hose her down on her hygiene day once a week. That is after trimming her fingernails, toenails, and hair, head and bush.
Faustus Mortal: And this means to me?
Toy Euler: Your quantum physics model and she's yours to command---either remotely or in person.
Faustus Mortal: That is temptation, Satan!
Toy Euler: Now I give her a butt plug. The huge butt plug is actually an anal probe with sensors to measure everything from her sphincter tension, body temperature, galvanic skin response, and body motion.
Toy Euler: Watch her moisten it with her own spit and struggle to insert it into her rectum. It took a lot of persuasion to train her to beg for this sex toy and use it. I had to hose her down with ice water, starve her, and even keep her naked and in total darkness for hours.
Toy Euler: It sure is Satanic. Now watch as she masturbates in the garden in broad daylight! Her right hand works her pussy while her left hand rubs those small A-cup breasts. See how her nipples stand erect and her areolas tighten and pucker.
Faustus Mortal gasps.
Toy Euler: She has not only to cum but her oils of submission must dampen her hypogastric playground and streak down those creamy inner thighs. If that doesn't turn on any mortal man, I don't know what would? Notice how the Head's Up Device (HUD) displays her level of arousal. She nears climax only to experience a shock from her collar. She knows that she must cum and wishes to get this ordeal over with. You can set rules on her in any wicked, erotic way you want.
Faustus Mortal: Look, my model, or paradigm, probably isn't worth anything. Even if it were, it would join the junk heap of ideas that failed. One crazy concept was to bore a tunnel below sea level from the Pacific Ocean to the Salton Sea. A battery of water turbines would produce electricity and a screen would net sea catch for food and fuel.
Toy Euler: Oh!
Faustus Mortal: The tunnel would have to be at least ten meters in diameter. Now that is a crackpot idea. Who would toss money at that?
Toy Euler: For tax and carbon credits, maybe? How about "Old King Coal"?
Toy Euler giggles.
Faustus Mortal: I guess.
Toy Euler: Sabrina hates the butt plug. She is desperate to climax. After she experiences a true orgasm, she may remove the butt plug. You can put any rule you want on her. Maybe make her wear the butt plug all night long every night.
Faustus Mortal frowns
Toy Euler smiles.
Faustus Mortal: Every man has his price and I have mine also.
Toy Euler perks and asks: "What is your price, Master?" She gracefully transitions into the Nadu, a Gorean submissive kneeling position.
Faustus Mortal: I want an earned PhD in physics from a fully accredited university. Meet that demand and it's yours!
Toy Euler coughs.
Faustus Mortal pouts.
Toy Euler transitions to the Sula-ki, pushing her privates forward.
Faustus Mortal puckers his lips and makes a smacking sound.
Toy Euler researches the web, getting a cost estimate on the acquisition. Of course anything is for sale; however, there may also be strictly non-monetary concerns.
Faustus Mortal: I see you are finished. Bye.
Toy Euler: Wait!
Faustus Mortal stands akimbo, hands on his waist.
Toy Euler: You do have a Master of Science degree from an accredited university, don't you, Master.
Faustus Mortal: Since the time the hardtack for Noah's arc was cut and dried.
Toy Euler: That helps! Foreign university OK?
Faustus Mortal: Must be fully accredited and recognized in the U.S.A.
Toy Euler continues her search and cost appraisal.
Faustus Mortal see the crowd leaving the Cathedral, he has missed Mass.
Toy Euler: I will have to negotiate. The cost is outside of my usual boundaries. So far as boundaries and limits are concerned, Sabrina has no limits, no safe words, and no restrictions, except that she cannot be scarred, mutilated, or slain.
Toy Euler: You can tease, tantalize, test, twist teats, torment twat, turn treasure trove... A million variations!
Faustus Mortal: My price is non-negotiable.
Toy Euler: Would you like a trial night? Maybe in Real Life?
Faustus Mortal: No.
Toy Euler: Sabrina is on the table, so to speak. I will see what Master Crassius wishes with your price.
Faustus Mortal: ciao
Toy Euler: bye
- 6 April 2010 Taunus Trumbo