© Sauce*Box, Spring 1996.
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Dear Sir Stephen
by Catholic Guilt
My Dear Sir Stephen,
You must delay your trip to America. No dom
is safe here. Roving gangs of arrogant subs have taken over the on-line
services and the streets. All over America subs hack at their computers
in dimly lit rooms, tracking down doms by methodically cross referencing
data bases with old bb posts. (No dom would dare post today.) Woe to the
dom who is caught outside his castle. I have gone outside, but I must admit
that I went naked except for a collar and kept my eyes cast down. It was
cowardly of me, I know, but I could not risk the derisive chant of "I
obey... I obey... I obey..." the subs would subject me to if I had
been identified. Forgive me, but I did not want to be counted among the
many doms who have thrown down their whips and run.
This may be the end of the world as we have known it. Sir Bill can't even
call on the army to quell the disturbance for even there the subs are feigning
control. The power of the massed subs is felt everywhere doms once felt
safe.
How it all began is a subject of rumor. Some say it is Tipper and Hillary's
revenge. But I know it was a misunderstood post on a.s.b. that first gave
the subs the idea that submission was only an illusion. "Question reality!"
became the battle cry of the subs as they re-evaluated their positions.
Email was surreptitiously dispatched and soon the arrogant subs knew what
had to be done: Top from the Bottom.
The first hint that something was wrong was an aggressive kiss. I gave her
the usual five hard spanks, but she kissed me again. Of course I doubled
the punishment. The third time it happened I realized, horrified, that she
was provoking the discipline! It escalated quickly as she spoke without
permission then displayed her dark place to me. I backed away slowly as
she leered at me, wetting her lips and winking lewdly. I swear I just made
it out the door with my libido intact!
I didn't know it then, but all over America the grizzly scene was being
repeated. Confused doms lost their erections and, unable to face their subs,
fled the dungeons, ashamed. Soon we were being hunted, which is where we
are today.
I have decided to end it if I can. I will do the unthinkable: I will post
a retraction. Yes, the subs may find me if I post, but if I can end the
unrest my sacrifice will have been worth it. My only real fear is that this
has already gone too far, that no sub will ever again be whipped without
a smirk on her face, that submission will never again be more than a mere
game.
Forgive me, Sir Stephen, for what I have brought down upon us all.
Your Humble Student,
Catholic Guilt
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