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Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 01

By: perl10



This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex.

Posted 28 Sep 07 -- Revised June 09

Chapter 1: Marcia's Introduction

Marcia Quillis was looking as nervous as she was feeling. She was filled with a great deal of doubt and dread about the decision she had made to join the Kingdom of John. Her mother was a member, and since she greatly respected her, she was willing to try this out, but the stories she had heard about what the women of the kingdom were expected to do, and endure, were nothing less than horrifying.

At 18 years of age, Marcia was wonderful to look at. Being the captain of her high school volleyball team, she had a healthy and athletic quality to her natural beauty. Those of her parent's generation thought she looked like a young Katherine Ross. She was tall, with sandy brunette hair, and a bosom in full bloom; just the kind of young woman that anyone - at least by appearance - would want to be around. Her dress this afternoon was not formal, but nice. She had on a pale blue shirt and pleated, navy blue skirt. Not Catholic school girlish, but more like an office secretary.

Here she was in the manor of Lord Jacob, in the spacious and resplendent bedroom of Lady Jennifer, sitting on a lounge waiting for the Lady to appear. Yes, she was having doubts about this decision, mainly because her mother would not discuss the stories she had heard with her. All her mother would say was that she did not raise a coward, and that Marcia should show enough faith in her mother, and wait for Lady Jennifer to explain everything to her when she chose to begin the initiation into the kingdom.

Marcia did have a volleyball college scholarship to USC, so if joining this kingdom did not turn out to be something she liked, she knew she had other options. Yet joining this kingdom was something she very much wanted, even though she did not know what it was really all about. All she knew for sure was that every man and woman she met through her parents that were members of the kingdom were strong, confident and intelligent people. Every single person she met was someone she admired.

And the children of these people that she grew up with were always happy and healthy, and encouraged to try new things. She never saw one get yelled at, or abused in anyway. They were all good friends who also wanted to join the kingdom when they became an adult, even though they too, were never told specifically what it meant to be a member of the kingdom.

Just as Marcia was getting her nerve back; just as she decided that regardless of what she would have to endure -- she was going to trust the obvious results of what it meant to be in the Kingdom of John -- in walked Lady Jennifer. This lady was quite a sight. The only description needed for her was Viking goddess. Marcia had known Lady Jennifer her entire life, and she always acted in the regal manner her title would expect. She knew she had to be in her fifties, yet she did not look any older than her mother. She was dressed in a long white gown that appeared to cling to her like a second skin, yet moved freely as she approached Marcia.

"Good morning Marcia," the Lady said as she extended her hand. "I'm am so glad you decided to begin your initiation into our kingdom, and particularly pleased that your parents chose my husband and I to guide you."

Marcia immediately rose, and likewise extended her hand to shake Lady Jennifer's. The lady's grip was firm, and Marcia returned that same firm grip, just as her mother had taught her. With that shake she felt something pass between them that seemed to be an anticipation of profound things to come.

"Please, sit down Marcia. We have much to talk about, and many things to accomplish before this day is out."

Both women sat down on the lounge, with Lady Jennifer to the left of Marcia. They sat turned slightly towards each other with their knees just barely touching.

Once they were settled Lady Jennifer began, "I know you have a million questions to ask, and I hope by the end of the day I'll have them all answered, yet at the same time you must show some patience in what you will learn. I have assisted in the initiation of hundreds of women into our kingdom, and they all seem to want to -- metaphorically speaking -- 'build the roof of the house before the walls are up.' At times I'll appear to be evasive in some of my answers, but it is all because I know you need to learn other things first. While some of it will take months, if not years to learn, you should see by the end of the day that there are no more secrets for you about anything concerning this kingdom.

"Now, it is always a bit difficult to get these initiations started, because every girl has different issues, or heard different stories about this kingdom, so I like to begin with seeing what questions you may have that I can answer up front to guide the direction I will take this talk with you. Do you have any?"

Marcia thought for a few moments, then asked "Just the idea of having secrets bothers me. Why have secrets at all? When I ask my mother about any other topic she is always open and honest, but not about the kingdom. Why is that? I think this secrecy leads to all of these horrible stories that I have heard about what happens to women of the kingdom. I know they can't be true, so wouldn't it be better to get the truth out to prevent them?"

"Hmmm... There are some very good questions there that are going to lead us right to where we need to be. First of all, one of the many things that will take years for you to learn is that 'getting the truth out' rarely prevents horrible stories from being told about you. No matter what you do to get the truth out, people will always believe what they want to believe, and you can't control that. We humans have a very serious and fatal flaw in that we prefer to see the world around us in ways that re-enforce what we already believe, rather than to seek to challenge those beliefs.

"The truth of the matter is, we want there to be horrible stories about us. It helps scare off the weak minded from even considering joining us. Not only are there more men and women who want to join our kingdom than we could possibly process, but even if there weren't so many, the only people we are interested in joining are people who can look past their prejudices and fears in order to judge for themselves that we are the decent people we believe we are.

"Before I continue, I would like to ask you a question. Why are you so sure that these stories can't be true?"

This caught Marcia quite by surprise, and the expression on her face confirmed it. "Are you kidding? The things I have heard like the spankings women must endure, and the forced sex with any man. They just can't be true. Not only do none of the people I've met act like social degenerates, but I know my mother quite well, and she would never consent to this."

She said the last part of that with the false bravado of someone who is more hoping that what she is saying is true, rather than really believing it to be so.

"Well.... to put it bluntly," said Lady Jennifer said, "probably most of what you heard is true. As for your mother, I have had her over my lap for a spanking many times. The forced sex with any man is a little exaggerated, but she has had sex with quite a few men ... women too."

Marcia was stunned not only by the direct admission of her worst fears, but also how it did not connect with how she understood her parents to be. With the room starting to spin, and her breath starting to shorten, all she could manage to say was "But Why? ... How can this be true?"

"The why and how of it is going to take a lot to explain. I'm going to have to wait 'til later to get into that."

Marcia went on, "This doesn't make sense. Our family is a good Christian family. We go to the same church you do. It is a sin to have sex outside of marriage. While my mother has always answered any questions I have had about sex, she nonetheless has always stressed that I must not have sex until I am married. So either what you are telling me are lies, or what my mother has been telling me are. Guess who I am more likely to believe?" Marcia finished off angrily.

From the look on Lady Jennifer's face it was clear she did not like the direction this conversation was going in. While she has had similar reactions from some of her initiates, none had taken it this badly. 'Being blunt may not have been the right course' she thought.

"Marcia, you need to calm down for a second. You are allowing your fears and prejudices to hold sway with you. I am not asking you to redefine who you believe your mother to be. If you trust your mother, and have faith in your parents, then maybe what you should be redefining is what it means to be spanked, and have sex with someone other than your spouse."

Lady Jennifer gave Marcia a few moments to think about what she just said, then continued, "Your reaction goes to the heart of why we keep the sexual aspects of our kingdom secret. As a child you can never fully understand adult sexual relationships. More importantly, you could never explain them properly to Child Protection Services, so out of fear of having our children taken from us, we must keep this aspect of our lives secret from you. 

"You see, conservative Christians hate us because we don't believe in monogamy, and liberal feminists hate us because we believe women should be deeply and profoundly submissive to men. You must realize that no one is on our side. In order to protect you, to keep you from being taken from us, it was important that you grow up unaware of what is going on. That is the most important reason why there is such secrecy within our kingdom. So whenever we engaged in our sexual activities, you and the other children would be at someone else's house so there would be no chance of any of you seeing anything."

Some of what Lady Jennifer was saying did match up with what Marcia remembered growing up. The kids from many families were often left with one couple or another so the rest of the parents could go out together. Instead of staying home watching TV, the children were always brought together to play, and socialize, with adult supervision. She remembered all of the good times playing with the kids, and didn't give much thought to what the parents might be doing.

Marcia thought some more, then said "That may well explain the secrecy part, but what about it being a sin. I'm a Christian. That means sex with someone other than your spouse is a sin. I thought you and my mother were Christians too, but I guess I was wrong."

When Lady Jennifer replied it wasn't in anger, but it was pretty close. "Since you're just a child, with childish notions of religion, I'll let your judgment of my beliefs pass for now. Since you seem to know everything about what it means to be a Christian, how about answering a few simple questions. First, what was Christ's religion?"

Marcia, feeling slightly chastised and unsure of where this was going, replied, "He was Jewish."

"Very good. Many people say he was a Christian, but Jesus did not set out to start a new religion. With that in mind, did he eat pork?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because it wasn't kosher."

"Do you eat pork?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I guess it's because I am not Jewish."

"So Marcia, how does a religion go from prohibiting the eating of pork to it being OK now? Did Christ tell his disciples that they no longer had to eat kosher?"

Marcia was clearly perplexed by this. She had friends who were Jewish, so she knew all about their customs and beliefs. She also knew that Christ was a Jew, but never made the connection as to why she did not eat kosher. Finally she just shook her head and replied, "I don't know. I have no idea why that should be."

"Before I explain this to you, I believe you should think about how you feel right now. About how you are not so sure about your religious beliefs, and why you believe the things you do. You see, by the end of today you are going to be bombarded with ideas and experiences you have never considered. So making vast pronouncements about what you believe, let alone, what others believe, will not serve you well.

"So Marcia, are you going to keep an open mind about this?"

Marcia nodded timidly, now thoroughly chastised.

"Good. Roughly translated, kosher means 'fit to eat.' Nothing more. Before there was a proper scientific method to determine what to eat, and how to prepare it, early man used religion to accomplish this. This wasn't unique to the Jews; all early civilizations used religion to determine what was 'fit to eat.'

"It's pretty easy to see how pork ended up on the prohibited list because of the disease we now call trichinosis. The early Jews saw people prepare pork in the same manner for beef, yet some who ate it ended up dying a particularly nasty death. These early Jews just chalked it up as God not wanting people to eat pork, and He was willing to kill you if you did. Hence, eating pork became prohibited.

"Having eccentric eating requirements was not a problem for Jews because they had no desire to see their religion spread. The early Christians were different -- still are for that matter. It was very important for them to see their faith spread from land to land, but early on, they ran into a problem of getting other cultures to eat kosher -- circumcision did not go over very well either. These Christians finally decided that is was more important to get others to accept Christ as their savior than it was to get them to change what and how they ate. Put simply, they decided to use reason, and not religion, to determine what was 'fit to eat.'

"In much the same way, we of this kingdom have decided to use reason, and not religion, to determine what proper sexual conduct is. For primitive, or simplistic minds, limiting sex to just those who are married made sense as a way to deal with sexually transmitted diseases, or unwanted pregnancies. Yet we see this as practical as dealing with the problems of auto accidents by requiring you to drive on roads that no one else is on. Sure it will work, but it's not very realistic, because it doesn't fit in the world we live in. For religious people to look at the problem of pedophile priests, and evangelists having sex with hookers, and say religion is an effective means to govern sexual conduct, is absurd."

Lady Jennifer paused for a few moments, then spoke some words that Marcia couldn't believe. "There is something that I have been dancing around that will only get more difficult to avoid as we go along. I think what is important is that you experience something that will help you understand much of what I will tell you later. It's now time that I get you over my lap for a spanking." And as Lady Jennifer said this she seemed to have produced a paddle out of nowhere.

Both the words Marcia heard, and the paddle she saw, slammed into her like a brick, and made breathing quite difficult for her. The paddle she saw was like a ping-pong paddle, but the paddle part was narrower. Then she noticed another difference. The handle was longer, and had a rounded end, much like the vibrator she kept hidden under bed.

This was getting to be too much for Marcia. She was frozen in her spot, and could barely sputter out "But... but why?"

"There's no way I can explain why," said Lady Jennifer. She then went into an analogy she has told prior to getting every new girl across her lap. "How well do you think you could describe something as simple as rain? Imagine yourself standing in a warm summer rain; think carefully about how that would feel. Then pretend that I am someone who grew up in the Sahara desert; I'm someone who has never experienced rain. How well could you use the language you have at your disposal to describe that feeling well enough that when I finally found myself in a warm summer rain, I would be able to say that what you described is exactly what I experienced? Could you do that?"

Marcia thought for a few moments, but eventually she had to shake her head no.

Lady Jennifer continued, "That's the problem with words. They really are quite inadequate to describe, or represent, much of what we encounter in life, yet civilized society puts a great deal of importance in them. Sometimes all you can do is just trust others who have gone before you. Sometimes you have to do as they say, and hope understanding will follow."

Lady Jennifer let that sink in a little, then went on "I still have a couple more things to say, but I think they are best said with you over my lap, so come on, lean over." She passed the paddle from her left hand to her right then patted her left thigh as an invitation for Marcia.

Marcia still couldn't move. She was completely torn between her desire to please Lady Jennifer, and doing something that was so totally alien to her. Her parents spanked her when she was very young, so being spanked was not something she had never experienced. Yet her parents made it clear to her that spanking children was only permitted in the kingdom when the child directly disobeyed the parents, never just for doing something wrong. Since she had not done anything wrong, let alone directly disobeyed Lady Jennifer, she could not fathom why this was happening. The pull between lying across Lady Jennifer's lap, and bolting from her bedroom was so great, it left her frozen where she was.

"Marcia, I'm starting to get a little impatient with you." Actually, she wasn't. She just wanted to appear that she was. Lady Jennifer knew that the mothers of this kingdom did not raise their daughters to be pushovers. Marcia's reaction was even to be expected. But she also knew that this tack was the best course of action to get her across her lap.

"I am going to be devoting a great deal of time and effort in preparing you for entry into this kingdom, and I need to know whether you have the strength of character to be of any benefit to it. I don't want to waste my time on any woman whose self-confidence is so fragile that she can't endure the pain and humiliation of what I am about to subject you to. 

"Entry into this kingdom comes with a commitment on our part to always be on your side, and to do what we consider is in your best interest. On your part, you need to demonstrate that you trust us... that you trust that no matter how painful or humiliating something we command of you is, you know you will never actually be harmed. 

"So now you have a very important choice to make. Either you get across my lap right now, or walk out that door, and never consider joining this kingdom."

Once again Marcia had to think about the end result of why she was joining this kingdom. She knew she could trust her mother, so with a great deal of trepidation, she slowly laid herself across Lady Jennifer's lap.

For over 20 years Lady Jennifer has been issuing this ultimatum to young women, and even though no one has ever chosen to leave, she never feels certain that they are going to go over her lap until they do. The thrill she gets when a strong, intelligent and beautiful young woman like Marcia, who has many options in life, yet chooses to lie across her lap for a spanking, will never be something she'll get tired of. She took a few moments to savor the experience by slowing stroking Marcia's skirt over her firm, young ass.

Marcia was now positioned along the length of the lounge. Lady Jennifer was in the middle with her calves against the edge, and Marcia's bottom was positioned perfectly out towards Lady Jennifer's knees, and slightly to the right.

"I'm very proud of the choice you have just made, and I'm even grateful of the trust you have given me. What you are about to experience will not just be painful, but will also go on for a long time, so I'll expect you to endure it with the inner strength I know you have. I said I have a couple more things to mention, and both are meant to help you deal with this.


Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 01



"The first thing you need to know is that you are not responsible for how your body is going to respond to this spanking. Even now, before I have laid the first stroke on you, your breath is short, your heart is racing, and I know that if I were to slide my hand between your legs I would probably find damp panties."

Marcia didn't want to believe what Lady Jennifer was saying, but she knew it to be true. She never considered herself to be a lesbian, but now she couldn't help thinking about how much she would like Lady Jennifer to reach up her skirt, and touch her now dampening panties.

"This is not your fault, and your body is responding to this just how God intended your body to respond. Remember that." The next thing Lady Jennifer said made Marcia think she was reading her mind. "And no Marcia, you are not a lesbian. You need to understand that your body is not responding to me because I am a woman. It is responding to me because what you are doing is a profound act of submission.

"And this brings us to the second point I want to make, and that is the dual concepts of domination and submission. In most of our relationships in life we want them to be the same -- we want them to be 'fair' -- but not with our sexual relationships. With them we seek someone who is our opposite so that we can combine with each other to make a whole. Even homosexuals usually break into masculine and feminine roles. Yet masculine and feminine are not adequate to describe what we want in sexual relationships. 

"I don't expect you to fully understand what I am telling you right now. I am just telling you enough so that you will have a framework to build an understanding on. The most important thing of this framework to keep in mind is that neither domination nor submission can exist without the other. That means both must have equal power. If you are thinking that because the dominant person is making all of the decisions, so that means the dominant one is the one with all of the power, then you do not, and I repeat, DO NOT understand the duality of domination and submission. This is because submission does not mean passive. Proper submission is very active, and the more active the submission, the greater the domination."

With that, Lady Jennifer used her left hand to raise the hem of Marcia's skirt, exposing her white panties. "Again, I don't expect you to understand all of this now. In fact, the only thing I want you focusing on is enduring this." Lady Jennifer then delivered with the paddle in her right hand a loud smack, followed by an explosion of pain in the middle of Marcia's ass.

She gave Marcia a few moments to digest that first smack, and then laid twenty in rapid succession on various parts of her panty-covered bottom. While she was delivering them she calmly said "Feel free to express yourself in any way you want. Cry, scream, whatever you feel like saying, go right ahead. Just keep your hands above your head, and your feet firmly planted on the lounge."

At first Marcia was too shocked to respond in any way possible, but eventually she found her voice, and the screaming commenced. This was followed quickly by a profuse amount crying and tears. 

Once the initial twenty were done, Lady Jennifer slid the edge of the paddle down the crotch of Marcia's panties. She told Marcia to open her legs a little, and as the paddle continued down, it made contact with her clit. This hit Marcia like an electric shock forcing her to actually squeeze her legs together, rather than open them. Lady Jennifer quickly pulled up the paddle, and crashed it back down on the backs of her thighs. "I said open them!" and Marcia quickly complied.

Lady Jennifer then continued the spanking at a slower pace, and varied her slaps between Marcia's bottom and thighs. As time went on Lady Jennifer would flip the paddle around in her hand, and use the tip of the handle to stroke Marcia's crotch between the spanks she was delivering. Eventually she was spending more time rubbing her crotch with the handle than she was spanking her bottom with it. All the while she was careful that she did not come in contact with her clit.

This was putting Marcia into a state that she never dreamed possible. For as long as she could remember she had always played with herself, and lately she had been able to bring herself to what she thought were intense orgasms. Yet this experience was teaching her that she had no idea what sexual excitement was really all about.

After what appeared to be hours to Marcia, but was actually more like twenty minutes, Lady Jennifer paused in her spanking and said, "Raise your hips up a little, I want to pull your panties off." This was something Marcia was in full agreement with. She raised her hips and spread her legs to help Lady Jennifer pull off her now soaked panties.

Once they were off, and as Marcia was settling in for more of the same, she was struck by how much she wanted this to continue AND stop at the same time. These were completely contradictory emotions, yet she couldn't deny either was true.

Lady Jennifer continued with the very painful spanking, but when she turned the paddle around, she now started to enter Marcia's vaginal lips. Initially she would only part her lips, and rub a little before continuing to spank her, but as time went on, the handle penetrated deeper and deeper.

Lady Jennifer took note of the fact that she did not have to break Marcia's hymen. This was usually the case with the daughters she initiated from members within the kingdom. Mothers of the kingdom usually made sure, at least surreptitiously, that their daughters had access to objects other than pencils and such, so that they could use them to break the hymen themselves. If not, the pain of the spanking was always an ideal opportunity to break it. Any woman who has it done then, hardly notices it, considering the pain on her bottom has all of her attention.

Marcia was now completely lost in the attention she was receiving. With every thrust of the handle into her, she was pushing back. She knew she was building up to something, but her limited experience could not help her comprehend what was going on. Somewhere from within the haze of what she was lost in, she heard her name being called.

"Marcia....Marcia?"

Shaking away the fog she replied, "Yes?"

"Marcia, I want to roll you on to your back. Work with me on this,"

The first thing that entered Marcia's mind was panic; panic that the spanking might be over. She may not have understood what was going on with her, but she knew full well that she wasn't done. "No... Please spank me more!"

"Oh don't you worry about that. I'm just moving your spanking into a more intimate phase," Lady Jennifer reassured.

With that, Lady Jennifer set her paddle aside then reached with her right hand to grab the back of Marcia's right knee, with her thumb on the outside and fingers inside. She then pushed out and up, lifting Marcia's leg over Lady Jennifer's head. At the same time she used her left hand to guide Marcia's right shoulder back towards her. Marcia then ended up on her back, with her right leg resting on Lady Jennifer's shoulder. The transition was very smooth, as if the Lady had done this a thousand times.

This left Marcia completely exposed to Lady Jennifer. Marcia never felt so vulnerable in her life. She didn't know how, but she felt that Lady Jennifer could make or break her. The issue of trusting her was now moot. It was a given. It was without any question or doubt.

Marcia was staring up into Lady Jennifer's eyes, and she was staring back. Finally the Lady broke the silence. "From now until we are finished I expect you to be looking into my eyes. You are to never look away. Do you understand?"

Marcia nodded.

"That is the last non-verbal response you are ever to give me. Also, from now until your initiation is complete you will refer to me as Mistress Jennifer. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Jennifer." Marcia always caught on fast.

"Very good." Lady Jennifer picked up the paddle, and delivered a painful smack to the inside of Marcia's right thigh, which elicited an agonizing yell from her. She then turned the paddle upside down and delivered another smack to the inside of the left thigh, which again brought out another painful cry from Marcia.

"How long may I continue to spank your thighs, Marcia?" Lady Jennifer asked.

Marcia shocked herself with how much she honestly answered her when she said, "As long as you wish, Mistress Jennifer." There was no doubt in her mind that she would endure anything for her.

Lady Jennifer continued working on each thigh, starting slightly above the knee, and slowly working towards Marcia's sex. The closer she got to Marcia's vagina, the less Marcia was even able to yell. Her breathing was now nothing but ragged gasps, and her mind was nearly delirious.

The smacks were now so close to her mound that Lady Jennifer couldn't swing without hitting it. Then, careful not to make contact with her clit, the mistress landed a playful slap down the length of Marcia's already swollen, and soaked, vaginal lips.

This caused Marcia to begin an orgasm of the likes she could never have dreamed. Immediately, Lady Jennifer plunged the handle down her exposed sex. With her right hand pumping the paddle in and out, and the other hand circling and massaging her clit, Marcia's orgasm only continued to build until she was literally gushing across Lady Jennifer's lap.

Lady Jennifer then began to slowly bring Marcia back to earth. As Marcia finally regained eye contact, and was beginning to regain consciousness, her mistress flipped her leg back over her head, then reached under her shoulders to pull Marcia into a deep passionate kiss. After an initial surprise, Marcia returned the kiss just as passionately.

After a few minutes of kissing and caressing each other, Lady Jennifer pulled back a little so that she could look into Marcia's eyes again. "You see, Marcia, the members of this kingdom use sex in the same manner that all married couples should use it. We are committed to each other just like in a marriage, and sex is an important part of establishing a bond that is far more intimate, and solid, than can be achieved by just shaking hands.

"The spanking you received was very integral to the process of introducing sex between us. It broke down your inhibitions like no other way could. We could not have just sat down together and started making out. Yet that is where we needed to be, and the spanking you received is what got us there.

"Do you understand now why I said I could never explain why this spanking was necessary?"

With her breath not quite returned to normal, Marcia replied, "Yes Mistress Jennifer, I do."

"Are you going to trust me as we move forward?"

"Without question Mistress Jennifer."

When Marcia had finally regained awareness of her surroundings, she saw the evidence of her orgasm all around her. In a panic she cried "Oh!!! .... I am so sorry Mistress Jennifer! I'm so sorry I made such a mess of your dress!"

"That's alright," Lady Jennifer replied reassuringly. "Your response to what I did to you was exactly as I had hoped it would be. Now how about we both get cleaned up before continuing?"

Lady Jennifer slowly got Marcia up onto her feet, and then gingerly led her off to her en suite Jacuzzi. As she was helping her along she thought, 'Yes, Marcia is going to be quite a nice addition to this kingdom. And particularly after a performance like that, I can't wait to get that pretty face of hers between my thighs.'

~ End of Chapter 1 ~ Marcia's Introduction ~

Author's Note:

This is just a teaser chapter; a mere portent of things to come. Whether you are an atheist or religious; liberal or conservative; if you believe that combining sex, politics and religion to be offensive, then continue no further, because YOU WILL BE OFFENDED. If on the other hand, you are the type of person that seeks to challenge your beliefs, which only makes them stronger, rather than simply reinforcing your beliefs, which only makes them pointless, then read on.... and enjoy.



Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 02



This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex.

Posted 5 Oct 07 -- Revised June 09

Chapter 2: Marcia Learns Submission

As Lady Jennifer led Marcia to the Jacuzzi, she reached out and pressed the button on an intercom. "Laura? Please come in and lend a hand." She then carefully sat Marcia down on the edge of the tub.

Marcia's pain on her bottom and thighs was at once intense and numbing. As she watched Lady Jennifer turn on the jets in the tub, the idea of getting into it seemed both soothing and harrowing.

While Marcia was trying to decide whether to get into the tub, in walked a young woman with long, wavy, dirty-blonde hair. She was dressed in what could only be called a caricature of a French maid uniform. It was very skimpy; exposing her ample bosom from just above her nipples. The skirt was so short that all of her black, stocking-covered legs were in full view, including the garters holding them up. To finish off the look, she had on 3-inch stiletto heels. 'Not very practical for maid work.' thought Marcia.

The sight of her was a bit disconcerting to her. Marcia had spent much of her life at the Lord and Lady's manor. This is where the church her family went to on Sunday's was, and where many other events were observed. She knew that the young women of the kingdom that were charged with cleaning the manor had to wear uniforms, but she had never seen anything like this.

Initially Marcia did not know who the maid was, but as the she approached them, Marcia saw that it was Laura Simpson. She had graduated from high school the year before her, but she remembered her as a 'plain Jane' type. Yet the girl before her now was a complete 180 of the girl she knew. She then recalled that Laura went on to college. So what was she doing here? Did she quit college to join the kingdom instead?

"How may I help you, Mistress Jennifer?" Laura queried.

"Marcia and I would like to get into the tub. Please assist us in getting out of our clothes, then take them down to the laundry for cleaning," replied Lady Jennifer

"Yes, Mistress Jennifer," Laura replied. 

Laura started by unzipping the long white gown that Lady Jennifer wore. At the same time, Lady Jennifer began undressing Marcia. Marcia was a little unsure about getting naked in front of Laura, but then she realized Laura was practically naked herself. Laura certainly didn't act as if anything strange was going on. In fact, she acted like Lady Jennifer did this sort of thing every day.

Before sliding into the tub, Lady Jennifer had to admire her handy-work on Marcia. After 30 minutes of spanking, she did not suffer any welts or bruises. Her bottom and thighs only had a nice rosy glow to them.

Once Laura had taken the clothes out of the room, Lady Jennifer slid easily into the tub. Marcia on the other hand, wasn't as quick to get in.

"Don't worry Marcia. The water is only just warm enough not to be cold. Your bottom will hurt initially, as you get in, but it's really the best thing for it right now."

Marcia took her at her word, and slid in too. She only elicited a slight gasp as her bottom made contact with the contoured seat of the Jacuzzi. The Jacuzzi wasn't too large. It had four seats, and Lady Jennifer and Marcia had taken ones that put them facing each other. 

"You handled that spanking quite wonderfully, Marcia. I was really impressed," commented Lady Jennifer.

"I was quite shocked myself, Mistress Jennifer," Marcia replied. "Before today I never would have believed that I would have liked to be spanked."

"Actually," Lady Jennifer began. "Your observation is very wrong about what you just experienced. But don't take my criticism too personally. Most women who experience an orgasm after a sound spanking also naively believe that they now like to be spanked. This can cause a lot of problems for them down the road, but I'll explain that later. By the end of the day you should have proper understanding of what it is you really liked about it.

"The important thing for now is that your reaction to the spanking has proven your worth to the kingdom. You have proven that you trust us, and that we can trust you. I am now free to finally begin explaining things to you, and I think I'll start with the kingdom itself.

"To turn things around a little, let me ask you, as a young woman who has grown up within the kingdom, how would you define it?"

Marcia was hoping for some answers from Lady Jennifer -- not questions -- so she had to think for a second. "I would say it is a group of people who have gathered together to support each other."

"That's close, but far too simplistic. We actually don't like to use the word support," replied Lady Jennifer. 

"The biggest problem I had with your answer was that it didn't include 'Mistress Jennifer' in it, so that's going to cost you another spanking by the end of the day. You must understand that a critical component to us accomplishing what we must today is that you are paying close attention to everything I say, and what you experience. Your replies with 'Mistress Jennifer' are an important part of showing me that you are doing just that."

"Yes, Mistress Jennifer," Marcia quickly replied. And with her reply she saw that Lady Jennifer was right about what she said earlier. She really didn't like the idea of being spanked again.

"Much better," Lady Jennifer commented.

Then continued, "Now, let's get back to defining this kingdom, and let's do that by first establishing what it's not. The most important 'Not' about this kingdom is that it is not defined by geography. Where you are standing has nothing to do with whether you are in the kingdom.

"Probably the biggest misconception about this kingdom is that it was established in order to replace the government. Nothing could be further from the truth. We consider that the existence of a government that guarantees the freedom of the individual to be key to the functioning of this kingdom. A very important aspect to our kingdom is choice. You must be free to choose to belong to the kingdom. If the kingdom replaces the government, then where is the choice?"

Lady Jennifer then reached around behind her to grab a bottle of shampoo. "Kneel down in the middle here so that I can wash your hair."

Marcia carefully got up out of her seat, and knelt down until her bosom just submerged in the water. Lady Jennifer sat up and spun her legs toward the middle. "Face away from me, and lean back."

Marcia leaned back into Lady Jennifer's arms, but she was very uncomfortable with this. Even after what she just went through with her, she just could not relax while being naked with another naked woman.

Lady Jennifer sensed this, and even expected it, which was why she was doing this. "You're very tense Marcia, but I understand. The society you grew up in attached a great deal of shame and guilt with anything remotely sexual. This is the most difficult thing we have to unlearn with all of our new initiates.

"There are some very serious concerns when it comes to sex. There is nothing so pure, or so good, that cannot be abused in a manner that does us harm, and sex is no exception. At the same time, the walls that we put up that prevents us from enjoying physically intimate contact can often do us the most harm of all."

Lady Jennifer then slipped down behind Marcia, brought her left hand across Marcia's breasts, and her right hand over her vagina. This of course caused Marcia to tense up even more. She had always considered herself to be a good girl, and certainly not a lesbian.

"Marcia, when you concern yourself with silly things like, 'I can't like what she is doing to me, because I am not a slut.' or even 'I can't like this, because I'm not a lesbian,' you take your eye off of the things you should be concerned with. Things such as having children without a father to be in their lives, or contracting STDs. Our society has been teaching its women to be ashamed of their sexuality from the dawn of mankind, yet children are still being born without fathers, and STDs continue to run rampant."

After a few more moments of massaging her breasts and vagina, which worked Marcia up pretty good, Lady Jennifer pulled back and continued to wash Marcia's hair. "The words slut and lesbian have no place within our kingdom. I don't consider myself to be either, yet I enjoy intimate physical contact with other women on a daily basis, often several times a day. If either word is important to you, you are going to have a tough time adapting to this kingdom."

When she leaned Marcia back to rinse out her hair, she sensed that she was less tense, and more willing to lean back into her arms. Lady Jennifer then reached out for the intercom. "Laura? We are ready to get out." Then to Marcia, "Stand up. Let's get out before we start to turn into prunes."

As they were stepping out of the tub, they grabbed some towels, and with Marcia following Lady Jennifer's lead, began drying each other off. Laura then entered the room with two identical dresses. They were white, but not like the long gown Lady Jennifer wore earlier. These were more like casual sun dresses with short skirts. Laura also came in with appropriate sized white underwear to go with the dresses.

Laura assisted both women with getting dressed, then Lady Jennifer told her, "We'll have tea on the terrace." As Lady Jennifer led Marcia out a set of French doors to the terrace outside, Laura went off to do as she was bidden.

It was a beautiful, warm, late-afternoon sun that greeted them as they walked outside. Marcia had always loved this view out the back of the manor. She could see the playground she grew up playing in, and the sports facilities that she and her friends competed at. As much as she has always loved her home, she was always thrilled when her parents said they were all going over to the manor.

Once they were seated at a patio table, Lady Jennifer continued, "So where were we. Oh yes, we were covering the things our kingdom is not. I was talking about how our kingdom was not created to replace the government, yet at the core of almost all misconceptions, there is usually a grain of truth. In this case, our kingdom was established to do the things that people like to use the government for, yet the government is poorly suited to accomplish. Namely, using the government to take care of people who are having problems.

"At the beginning of the twentieth century you could have an intellectually honest debate about the effectiveness of a government to take care of its people, but not anymore. Anyone who continues to advocate socialism is intentionally refusing to look at the evidence of what these social experiments have wrought.

"All government solutions to people's problems inevitably end up as one-size-fits-all solutions. The people who implement them never take the time needed to understand each individual's situation, so the solution they provide will inevitably do more harm than good. It's like a doctor proscribing a medicine for a patient he has never examined.

"Our kingdom was formed as a way for us to take care of one another. As a member of this kingdom, you can be assured that we will take the time to get to know you well. Whatever we may command of you, you will believe that it is based on what we know of you, not what we assume about you.

"This brings us to the sex. We are not just a collection of fair weather friends, gathered together to enjoy things when the times are good. We are committed to each other as if we were married to each other; as if we had formed an extended family. As I explained earlier, sex is used to bind us together like no other means can.

"So the best way to describe our kingdom is that it is a kingdom of relationships. Our kingdom is focused on how we relate to one another, so that we can know each other in a profoundly intimate way. The deeper we know each other, the more effectively we can assist each other at being the best we can be.

"In this way, we have taken the focus of sex off of marriage, so that marriage can focus on the things that are important, which is to nurture and develop our children."

Laura then arrived with an ornate tray and tea set. She placed them down between Marcia and Lady Jennifer and asked, "Will you be needing anything else Mistress Jennifer?"

"That will be all Laura. You may continue with your duties," replied Lady Jennifer. She then poured both of them some of the tea. "Sugar?"

"Two please, Mistress Jennifer," replied Marcia.

Lady Jennifer preferred hers without any, and took a sip as is. While Marcia started sipping hers, Lady Jennifer continued. "When it comes to sex in our kingdom, there are two hard rules. As you may have guessed already, women of this kingdom are required to engage in any sexual act commanded of them by any man of this kingdom. This is rule #1. Rule #2 tempers rule #1 by saying that no one is permitted to harm you. So if you believe that what a man tells you to do is going to harm you (or him, such as if you are having a herpes outbreak), you are entitled to say no without offering him any explanation. In this kingdom 'No' really does mean no - no exceptions.

"Just keep in mind that while you may not have to explain anything to the man you just said no to, you will end up in front of me explaining yourself, and it better not be because you were not in the mood. If you really are not in the mood, my advice to you is to get in the mood. In spite of what you might think, you can control that sort of thing.

"What we are trying to do is eliminate any tendency in you to be a prostitute. We of this kingdom consider most women within our society at large to be whores. They use sex to extract behaviors and favors of men, if not actual money. This is incredibly destructive on many levels, but I'll wait 'til later to explain that. Right now, I want you to know that a key role that I play as a Lady in this kingdom is to make sure that men can trust women when they say no, and that it is not just part of some ploy to avoid him, or to extract some favor from him.

"Whether you believe it or not, you are to act as if all men are worthy of you, and that none of them are beneath you. I'm sure it will take you some time to understand, but the best way to get from men the behaviors and favors that you want, is to treat them with the respect that says they are worthy of you.

"Something else to keep in mind about when you can say no, is that pain does not equal harm in our kingdom, which is why something like the spanking you got earlier today is OK. Quite frankly, I don't want any woman in this kingdom that believes pain is bad. Pain is pain, nothing more, and we want you focused on what is actual harm to you. So pain is no excuse to avoid something that is expected of you.

"Now, from a woman's perspective, any man is entitled to have sex with her, but that doesn't mean any man is allowed to. The king has placed rules upon the men of the kingdom that prevent them from having sex with just any woman. What this means is that it is not your role, or responsibility, to determine if the man demanding sex from you is allowed to do so. He requests it, and then you give it. If he wasn't allowed to, then it is up to the men in his chain of command to correct him. You should never say to a man that he is not allowed to, regardless of what your understanding of the law set down by the king is.

"Now, the rules placed on men are rather complex, so it's kind of hard to follow. Let's start with the rules pertaining to sex with a married woman. As a married woman there are three different ways that a man could be allowed to have sex with you. The first is through your husband. Notice I said through, not with. Not only is your husband allowed to have sex with you, but so is any man up his chain of command. His squad leader, his Lord, his Duke and his King, are allowed to have sex with you whenever they want. Not only that, but your husband can grant an allowance to any other married man for whatever reason he may want. So in effect, your husband can pimp you out."

Marcia interrupted, "Mistress Jennifer. I don't get it. It's wrong for a woman to be a whore, but it is OK for a man to be a pimp?"

As if replying to child, Lady Jennifer said, "Like most people stuck in an immature mode of thinking, you are more focused on the perceived advantages of others than on what it takes to make your life better. This kingdom's efforts to keep our women from becoming prostitutes is based on what is best for them, and how it gets them the things they want better than using sex to get them.

"As for why it's best for our kingdom to have men pimp out their wives..., let's just say for now that men need to learn to share, OK?"

"Yes Mistress Jennifer," replied Marcia.

Lady Jennifer continued, "Sex with unmarried men is not within your husband's control. That is actually my prerogative. One of my many duties is to assign married women as chaperones to unmarried women who want to go on dates. The purpose of the chaperone is the same as has been known through the ages, but the means are very different. We don't use chaperones to block unmarried men from having sex with their unmarried dates, we use them as alternatives to whom they are dating.

"Instead of accompanying the couple on the date, the chaperone simply makes herself available to the couple at the beginning and the end of the date. This makes sure the man has a viable, and desirable, alternative to having sex with the woman he is dating.

"In this kingdom we make sure that unmarried men have the guidance and experience to learn proper sexual behavior, and the best source for that is not from other men, but from married women.

"The final way that a man is allowed to have sex with a woman is a rather peculiar way, which can be viewed on many different levels. As you may have noticed, women of this kingdom are required to wear dresses, unless they are engaged in an activity that makes wearing pants, or shorts, more practical. The specific reason for this is to create opportunities where men can see their panties. If a man does see them, then he is obligated to spank the woman for allowing it, and afterwards, he is allowed sexual satisfaction from her. This applies to both married and unmarried men, but if you're an unmarried woman, the satisfaction should not include intercourse.

"Like I said, this last one can be viewed on many different levels. I personally like to use it as a way to have sex with a man whom I am be attracted to. If I flash him my panties, he is obligated to at least spank me. But whether he demands sexual satisfaction afterwards is up to him. It's a gamble for sure, but one that rarely does not pay off.

"Another point about this is that just as any man you tell no to his sexual advances must accept that no without question; any man can punish you for showing him your panties, even though you believe you didn't. You must accept his word that he saw them. No questions asked."

By now Marcia's head was just spinning with all of the things she was expected to comprehend. "Mistress Jennifer. Do you have some sort of manual I could read to help me keep track of all of this?"

"As a matter of fact, no. There is no manual, more to the point, anything that defines this kingdom cannot be written down, or recorded in anyway."

"What?! ... Why?" Marcia was definitely caught off guard by that one. She quickly caught herself and tacked on "...Mistress Jennifer." 

"As I stated before, this is a kingdom of relationships, and only by means of relationships is this kingdom defined and conducted. The king creates the laws, then passes them down verbally to his Dukes, which gets passed to the Lords, then the squad leaders, then onto the men of the squad, then finally to the wives of the men."




Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 02



Marcia was now flabbergasted. "Mistress Jennifer. You're kidding me right? One of the games our parents have us kids play is 'telegraph.' A message is passed from kid to kid to see how garbled the end result can be, and you expect me to believe that this is a good way to transmit information?"

"You're right, we do have our children play that game, but not to teach them that verbal communication is bad. We do it to show them the pitfalls of it, so that they will learn to do it better."

Marcia was clearly not convinced. "I'm sorry Mistress Jennifer, but I just don't see the benefits of not writing down what you expect of people."

"Look, the laziest most ineffective thing I could do to get you to learn this kingdom is to throw a book at you and say, 'Here. Read this.' If I am really interested in making sure you understand this kingdom, I am going to sit down with you, and walk you through everything, making sure I get the feedback I need that tells me you're grasping this... Like right now, you clearly are not."

After pausing for a moment, Lady Jennifer continued, "The real problem with the written word is that it carries far more weight than it deserves. This makes it a lot easier to re-interpret it in a manner never intended by the author."

The look on Marcia's face now bordered on mild annoyance. "Huh? ... Mistress Jennifer, you have now totally, and completely, lost me. I would say the written word makes it far more likely that people will get the words you intend"

"The words, yes, but not necessarily the message." Again, Lady Jennifer called upon another of her stories that she has told time and time again to new initiates. "As an example, take the 'Roe vs Wade' decision by the Supreme Court. This is the one that says women have the constitutionally protected right to an abortion.

"Imagine for a second that you had a time machine so that you could go back in time and talk to every single person who voted for our constitution, and each of its amendments. Then ask them if what they were voting for was intended to give women the right to kill their unborn children. I would be shocked if a single person answered yes, yet the vast majority of people in this country believe the constitution protects a woman's right to an abortion.

"Now, how do you suppose something like that could happen?"

For the second time today Marcia found herself in complete doubt of something she had just been completely sure of. This wasn't about the Roe vs. Wade decision. As a good Christian girl, she never believed in the validity of it for a second. It was easy for her to see why so many people believed it was so, but she had previously never given much thought to how something like this could have happened.

Lady Jennifer gave Marcia a few more moments to digest what she said, then continued. "I could go on and on, and cite example after example where messages are pulled out of our constitution that where never intended to be there. There are even examples of complete reinterpretation of things such as what happened with the second amendment.

"Here is an amendment stuck into the constitution with nine others to form what has been called the Bill of Rights from the very beginning. These rights were intended to protect the individual from the government, yet there is a large percentage of citizens who think that the second of those ten amendments is about insuring the government has the right to arm its military. The mere notion that governments need any rights is ludicrous, yet the gun-grabbers in this nation have no problems with defining it that way.

"And how does something like this occur?" Lady Jennifer asked rhetorically.

All Marcia could do was shrug that she didn't know.

"It's all because of the misplaced respect and authority given to the written word. Now don't get me wrong. The written word does have its place. It just can't be relied upon the way so many people do. Oh, and your non-verbal response earned you more spanks."

"Yes Mistress Jennifer," replied Marcia.

"If you want to ensure that a message gets delivered, you need people you can trust to pass it along. You inherently know this to be true about oral versus written accounts. If you happen to hear about something that occurred, would you rather read a witness' account, or talk to the witness directly?

"Quite frankly, I doubt that there has been a single law passed by any legislature that has not been used by a judge, or a lawyer, in a manner never intended by those who voted for it. The real sad thing is how so few people in this nation even consider this to be a problem."

Marcia had to agree with what Lady Jennifer was saying. It would go a long way to explaining why things are the way they are in this country. Yet she wasn't completely convinced. "Mistress Jennifer, what you say makes sense, but I can't shake the feeling that things would be better if we wrote down what is expected of us. As long as we are aware of the possible problems, as you have stated, they could be avoided. I'm sure there have been miscommunications down the chain of command that could have been avoided if they were in writing. And what about someone intentionally changing what is being passed down? Without having it in writing, how would you ever know?"

Lady Jennifer replied, "Oh... there have been some real knee-slappers of twisted communications, but relying on the written word has far more pitfalls, because when you use the written word you are inevitably going to wind up relying on it. 

"When you read something you are only going to seek clarification if something doesn't make sense enough to go through the effort of contacting the author. When you get something directly from a person, any amount of confusion on your part can be cleared up immediately. 

"As far as someone intentionally changing the communication, the written word is a poor protector against that. If there is someone along your chain of command that cannot be trusted, then our kingdom has bigger problems than intentionally changed messages.

"The foundation of our kingdom is trust, and trust doesn't just happen. It is carefully built through real and solid relationships. One of the key features of oral communication is that it requires you to know who the receiver of the information is. Written communication is the preferred method when you don't want to deal with those you are delivering the information to.

"I can see by the look on your face that you're still not buying this. I think this is another thing you'll have to trust me on. Much of your doubt comes from your prejudice against oral communication, and I can assure you, we are much better at it than you are."

Shifting gears, Lady Jennifer went on "OK then, where were we? That's right; we were discussing the sexual politics of this kingdom.

"You know, it's starting to get a bit chilly. How about we go back inside." Lady Jennifer led Marcia back inside, then over to the lounge were they were earlier. The sight of it made Marcia bring to the front of her mind the pain she still felt from what occurred on it.

Sitting in the same positions as earlier, Lady Jennifer continued, "What I have described so far applies to married women, except the part about what happens when you show your panties, that applies to both. So what will be required of you before then?" she asked rhetorically, "As far as men are concerned, you are off limits. No man can touch you until you say you are ready. Your status right now is as an initiate, and technically, you're still not a member of the kingdom. Your only participation of the kingdom will be through me.

"You will need to move to the next stage to be considered in the kingdom, at which time you will then be called a maiden. As a maiden you will only be permitted to perform the duties assigned to you, otherwise you must remain in your room. The only other reasons that you can be out of your room are to eat, and exercise.

"If you wish to go to the movies, or go to the mall and shop, or even go to the library, you will need a unmarried man as an escort."

Marcia replied a little sarcastically, "What? Mistress Jennifer, I thought this kingdom was built on trust. Don't you trust me to go out on my own?"

Replying as patiently as she could, Lady Marcia said, "Of course I trust you, but trust has nothing to do with it. This is about you learning that it is OK to be dependent on men, something our society says is very wrong for you, but I'm not ready to fully explain this at this time. You will understand the 'why' of this kingdom a lot better once you know the 'what' of it. Now be patient."

She continued, "If you decide that you want to go out, or even attend one of the many balls that my husband and I put on here, you will need to put your name on a list stating the 'what' and 'when' of your interest, then wait to select among the unmarried men who reply to be your escort.

"When the man shows up to take you out, you will at that time grant him the rights of a husband, except for the right of transferal. In other words, it is him, and only him, that has the right to do with you sexually as he pleases. There's more involved here than I am explaining, but the basic point I'm trying to get across here is that until you are married, you have a great deal of control over what men can have sex with you.

"And you can remain unmarried as long as you would like. There is no requirement to do so. If you don't mind sitting in your room watching television or reading a book, you don't even have to have sex with men at all."

Marcia noticed something in what Lady Jennifer was saying. "Mistress Jennifer, you keep mentioning the control I have over which men I have sex with until I am married, but it seems to me you are intentionally leaving out women."

"Well...." replied Lady Jennifer. "I wasn't planning to get into this right now, but I suppose this is as good a time as any. You may also have noticed that I have not fully defined what sex a man can demand of you, because this is related to the issue of sex with women.

"A man can't tell you to do just anything. He is limited to sexual commands only. Basically, anything that turns him on that he has commanded of you, you must do. Now, you're a bright girl, Marcia. What do you suppose is the number one thing that turns a man on to watch?"

Marcia's parents had done a pretty good job keeping their daughter innocent of many sexual things in our society, but this one was far too prevalent to avoid. "Watching women have sex with each other, of course."

"Very good. And I can assure you, you will be regularly commanded by men to 'put on a show.' Did you notice when I was talking about chaperones I said that I provide them to the couple, not just the man?

"Now going back to what I said earlier. I enjoy having sex with women all of the time, but I don't consider myself to be the slightest bit lesbian. I first started having sex with women because I knew it turned men on. It then turned me on knowing it turned them on. Eventually I saw the concept of lesbianism as something that was more about avoiding men, than it was about an attraction to women. Once I saw that, it allowed me to start enjoying sex with women, even though there were no men around to watch.

"How this all relates to you is that I have been commanded by my Queen to insure all the maidens in my care have their sexuality developed in a way that best prepares them for life in this kingdom. I do this by making sure they are comfortable with sex with women. The more comfortable you are with women, the more comfortable you will be with men. That doesn't work the other way around, by the way. 

"So, getting back to your question. Plan on performing sex with women quite often."

Lady Jennifer paused, stood up and stretched. She took a few steps away from the lounge, and as she did so she said, "While there are a lot more things to discuss about the 'what' of our kingdom, I think it is time I started filling in some of the 'why'." 

She then turned towards Marcia and asked, "But before I do, tell me how are you dealing with what I have said so far? This next phase of explanation is pretty intense, intellectually wise, so it's important that there isn't any major issues causing road blocks."

Marcia thought for few moments and replied, "Mistress Jennifer, it's hard to say how this is affecting me. Nothing you're telling me is matching up with how I was raised. I just keep telling myself that I trust my mother, and since she trusts you, I am willing to trust you also."

"I'm glad to hear that. The ability to trust is very important for all of us. People who are incapable of trusting others are always miserable people. Trust is something that we in this kingdom rely on, and seek to develop."

After pausing for a few moments, Lady Jennifer continued, "When I told you that we are a kingdom of relationships, I was describing the 'how' of this kingdom. The 'why' of our kingdom is more like a guiding principle. Of course an important guiding principle is our Christian faith, but we'll get into that later. There are a lot of Christian communities in this world, but that does not lead them to living the kind of lives that we live.

"Our kingdom was formed to celebrate the masculine and the feminine in mankind. We believe that all people will live better lives if men are expected to be the best men they can be, and women are expected to be the best women they can be.

"In contrast, modern liberal thinking says there are no true gender differences beyond biology. Men and women act the way they do because that is the way they were taught. Also, they believe that there is nothing in this world that men and women cannot do equally as well.

"Most people in our society know that this is not entirely true. They inherently know things like, sure, you could train a woman to be a good soldier; one that would even be effective in combat. Yet they also know that men can be trained to be much better soldiers.

"Most people know these things, but they have poor models to draw from on how to put any of this into action. When you couple this with the threats of gender discrimination lawsuits, you then have a real disincentive to do so.

"So how did we end up in the cultural mess that we are in? Feminists will tell you men are to blame, but that actually denies the power we women naturally have over men. We need to see how women play a crucial role in the gender conflicts we are in right now, if we are ever going to straighten things out.

"Let's go back to the beginning of the modern feminist movement. The state of affairs for women was not good. Far too many men were walking around with the presumption of superiority over women. It important to know that in order to believe you are superior to someone else, you must disrespect that person. They go hand in hand. It was clear, then, that our society at the time respected the things men did, and not respect the things women did. 

"The first mistake that the feminists made was getting sucked into debating whether there are things men are better at than women. This makes it appear that there are valid reasons for feeling superior to others. There, of course, isn't any valid reasons for this. Just because you are better at something than someone else, doesn't make you a better person than him or her. Anyone who has a need to feel superior to others has serious self-esteem issues. 

"The next mistake they made was proving that it was what males had to offer our society that should be valued, and not what women had to offer. Their actions only perpetuated and enhanced the myth of male superiority; it did nothing to diminish it. The feminists won't use these words, but they are in effect telling women they need to be more like men, yet you will never really convince anyone that women make better men.

"The worse thing they did was to convince a great majority of women that they had to put off having children in order to pursue a career. This is actually the worse thing about being a man. There is a great deal of pressure put on men to sacrifice their time with their family in order to climb the corporate ladder, yet feminists say that women must do the same.

"This has two very major negative impacts. The first is obvious. Women are told that they should develop transitory relationships with people at work, rather than the permanent relationships that will nourish them spiritually the rest of their, lives like the ones they will get with a family.

"But the most damaging aspect of insisting that women pursue a career is the message that women absolutely cannot trust men. The message feminists have for women is 'If you are a woman who allows herself to be put in a position where she depends on a man for anything, you are not only fool, but a traitor to all of womankind'."

Lady Jennifer paused here for dramatic effect, then continued. "The world that feminists have for women is one that I want no part of. I want to trust men. Quite frankly, I see no point to living if I can't trust men.

"The fact of the matter is, what all women actually want is respect. No matter how arduous or dirty a job is, if it gets enough respect, we'll do it. And this applies to both men and women. Money only plays a secondary role, because we only really complain about low pay because we see it as a lack of respect. That's where this 'equal pay for equal work' nonsense comes from.

"Take for example when you went across my lap earlier today. You did so because you wanted my respect, and you knew that was how you were going to get it. There may have been other reasons involved, but that was the primary one.

"So the question is, how do we as women get the respect we deserve? Do we take the easy route and start behaving in the ways men respect each other, or do we take the harder path of changing society to start respecting the things women have to offer?"

Again, another pause for dramatic effect. Marcia took that pause to reply, "Mistress Jennifer, my heart tells me that what you say is right, but my head can't get around the idea that to allow myself to be spanked is very demeaning. How does doing something demeaning gain me respect?"

"Your heart may know the truth, but your brain will continue to operate on what it was taught. All you really need to know is that someone you admire wanted something of you, and you provided it. In turn, I knew it was something you would not give to just anyone, so I knew it had great value. The fact that I demonstrated that I knew it had great value is the source of the respect you wanted.

"If I had just done what I did, then dumped you on the floor and walked away, you would have been devastated. The fact that I caressed you, and kissed you, and showed you how much respect I had for you changed everything thing about it. Like I said, we human beings will do anything, and I mean absolutely anything if there is enough respect involved. Just ask any would-be Muslim suicide bomber."

"That actually makes a lot of sense, Mistress Jennifer," replied Marcia.

"You should now also start to understand why it was so important that I spanked you when I did. If I hadn't, you would not have had the experience to grasp what I just told you. But there is more to learn, and that's the next step. Now stand up," Lady Jennifer commanded.

Marcia was quick to comply.

"Raise your dress, and show me your panties," she continued to command.

Marcia hesitantly did so, but only just enough so that the lower part of them could be seen.

"Higher, and spread your legs apart some." and when she complied, Lady Jennifer continued. "That's good. For the remainder of what I will explain to you, I want you to experience the emotions that are going through you right now. I also want easy access to reach between your thighs whenever I choose to. Is that understood?"




Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 02



"Yes Mistress Jennifer."

"Good. I cannot stress enough how this kingdom is a kingdom of relationships. We do everything in our power to strengthen them, and to turn them into something that benefits all of us. An important aspect to making any relationship strong is to deal with them in a realistic manner. We need to be open and honest about them, or they will whither and die.

"Now think about what you know of sexual relationships. How do they differ from any other kind of relationship?"

Marcia was puzzled by this. "I'm not sure what you're asking, Mistress Jennifer. Isn't it obvious?"

"Is it really?" Lady Jennifer took one step towards Marcia, which put her mere inches from her. She then quietly said in Marcia's ear, "By the state of your breathing, and how hard your heart is pounding, your body knows we are engaged in a sexual relationship right now, yet I am not touching you, or doing anything that is obviously sexual in nature."

Marcia was once again beside herself in anticipation. She was initially mortified to expose herself like she was ordered to, but now she was more concerned that her mistress would not reach between her legs and touch her.

Lady Jennifer continued, "I'm not surprised by your confusion. Our society has a hard time coming to grips with what is the true nature of our sexuality. In every other positive relationship that we engage in, we seek someone who is our equal, or someone like ourselves, but not in sexual relationships. There we don't want someone who is the same as us, we want someone who complements us, someone that fits us like a missing piece of a puzzle. Sexual intercourse is a physical manifestation of this, but the true nature of it runs much deeper than that."

Lady Jennifer turned away, which caused a great deal of distress from Marcia. She was really hoping for some physical attention. "What I am trying to get at is what I mentioned earlier, and that is the duality of domination and submission. In all sexual relationships there is someone who is in control, and someone who is allowing him or herself to be controlled. The roles may swap back in forth in any sexual encounter, but those roles are there, nonetheless.

"The terms domination and submission are poorly understood in our society, but they are the only ones I have to use. Too often those terms are directly linked to whips and chains and leather restraints, but that is only where things wind up when we don't understand what is going on."

Lady Jennifer turned back to Marcia, and reached between her thighs. She then began to lightly run her middle finger back and forth across the crotch of her panties. "You may think you are not doing anything right now, but you are in fact performing an act of submission. On my part, I am performing an act of domination, and I while I am enjoying it, I can assure you, I'm not enjoying this nearly as much as you are.

"This is the most important fallacy of domination and submission. It would seem natural that the person in control would be enjoying the sexual encounter the most, but if done right, that is rarely the truth." 

Lady Jennifer pulled her hand back, and again turned away. As she continued to talk, she rubbed the dampness she got from Marcia between her fingers. "The entire concept of domination and submission is profoundly misunderstood. When I say something like men dominating women, what pops into your mind?"

Marcia didn't understand where this was going, and quite frankly, she didn't care. She just wanted her mistress' finger back where it was. Luckily this appeared to be another of her rhetorical questions because she went on. "What usually comes to mind are things like Muslim countries where women are the property of men, and they are not free to decide the life they want to live. I would put forward that this has nothing to do with domination, and more to do with fear.

"Domination and submission are dual concepts, and both are active. For domination to occur there needs to be a corresponding act of submission. If a woman is kept ignorant, has no rights to do anything, and she even has her identity taken from her by having to hide under a burka, how is she choosing to be submissive? How can any man take pride in that kind of domination?

"The more options a woman has to do other than submit to the man, yet she does, the greater her submission, and correspondingly, the greater the domination by the man. The only thing Muslim men demonstrate is how much they fear their women, not how much they dominate them. And domination without submission is nothing but rape.

"If you want to understand domination and submission properly you need to understand how much power you have as the submissive, and you must be able to trust the dominant person in wanting you to have as much freedom as possible to choose to be submissive."

Once again Lady Jennifer stepped towards Marcia, and once again she spoke quietly in her ear, "Like right now. You have a choice. You can chose to leave this room, and I promise, if you choose this, there will be no repercussions whatsoever. Your other choice is to beg me to put my hand back where it was.

"Which choice will you make Marcia?"

Marcia didn't see a choice at all. She wanted to feel her mistress between her legs so badly that the choice she was given was like choosing between death and life. "Mistress Jennifer, please put your hand back between my legs."

"You mean like this?" Lady Jennifer only tormented her by placing her hand on the inside of Marcia's thigh.

"No, Mistress Jennifer." Marcia pleaded.

"I'm sorry, Marcia, but you are going to have to be more specific."

"Please put your hand on my vagina, Mistress Jennifer"

"Much better, Marcia." With that, Lady Jennifer wrapped her left arm around Marcia to support her, then began to slowly rub Marcia's crotch with her right hand.

Soon she was pushing aside her panties, and plunging two fingers inside her. In no time, she had Marcia worked up until she had her second orgasm of the day. Marcia clung to Lady Jennifer as wave after wave hit her. She never felt so out of control in her life.

Lady Jennifer continued to hold on to Marcia as her breath s returned to normal. Then once again that day she gave Marcia a deep, passionate kiss. This time there was no hesitation on Marcia's part in returning the kiss.

After what seemed like no time at all, but must have been a long time, Lady Jennifer pulled back to continue Marcia's introduction.

"You see Marcia. Being the submissive can bring about a great deal of satisfaction, but it is a lot more complex than what I just showed you. Take your statement today about liking to be spanked. I'm sure you meant it, but you spoke from a position of not understanding the concepts properly. It is the submission that you enjoyed, much like what you were experiencing at the time you begged me to touch you.

"It's not the spanking you enjoyed. It was that the spanking as an act of submission that brought about the pleasure you experienced. If I command you to eat a bowl of ice cream, would eating it be an act of submission?"

Marcia replied "No, Mistress Jennifer."

"Of course not. Submission requires that you experience something that is either painful or humiliating, or both, for it to be an act of submission. In fact, if you were to actually like being spanked, we would have to find something else in order for it to be an act of submission.

"This brings me to the warning I made when you said that you liked to be spanked. Most women think the same thing who experience it, but since they don't understand the true nature of what they are experiencing, they end up in these degenerative spirals where they are constantly looking for something even more painful and degrading than the previous experience.

"The reality is that it's the relative degree, and not the absolute degree, of submission that these women crave. In other words, the more powerful, self-confidant and happy a woman is, the less drastic the act has to be to for it to be a profound act of submission. Or put another way, if you're not careful, you'll wind up hanging naked in a dungeon with needles ran through your nipples, and brand marks all over your skin, rather than gaining the same sexual satisfaction from just being over a man's lap for a spanking."

Lady Jennifer gave Marcia a few minutes to think, and just hugged her close to her. Eventually Marcia spoke, "I'm still quite confused, Mistress Jennifer. Even though I agree with just about everything you've said, and have enjoyed the experiences you have given me, I still don't feel comfortable with joining the kingdom."

"That's all right, Marcia," Lady Jennifer said reassured. "I still have a lot more to cover, and I have only just scratched the surface of the religious aspects. I know this is probably your biggest stumbling block.

"I do want you to know how proud I am that you spoke your mind just now. This demonstrates a strength of character that I look forward to see grow even stronger. The stronger our women are, the stronger our kingdom will be."

Lady Jennifer gave Marcia one more hug, then continued, "Okay Marcia, we're just about done before we break for dinner. The last thing I want to cover is how we initiate sexual domination of a women in this kingdom. Whether the person initiating it is a man or a woman, it is done by reaching behind the woman to be dominated, and grabbing her hair at the back of her head. And yes, this plays havoc with you if you just spent a long time fixing up your hair.

"If someone comes up to you, and you see them reaching behind you, you should never consider whether they have permission to do so. If they don't, it will be worked out later. All you know is that someone is seeking your submission, and you should respond as if you know they have the right to it by turning your head slightly to make it easier to grab your hair.

"Let me demonstrate." Lady Jennifer pulled away from Marcia until she was facing her at arms length. "Now reach for my hair behind my head, and I'll show you how to respond."

Both women were the same size, so it wasn't difficult for Marcia to lean forward, and bring her right hand over Lady Jennifer's left shoulder. As she did this, Lady Jennifer turned her head to the right, and dipped her left shoulder. Then as Marcia grabbed her hair, Lady Jennifer placed both of her hands behind her back, and grabbed her elbows.

"This is the start position for a submission. From here your dominant can do as he or she pleases with you, or commands anything of you."

Marcia was a bit stunned by this turn of events. Many emotions were going through her that ran between pleasure and panic. She felt a surge of power flow through her as she grabbed Lady Jennifer's hair, but she couldn't shake that this was Lady Jennifer. She wanted to do something while in this position of power, but how could she possibly act on what she was feeling with a woman she has revered her whole life.

It was clear to her that Lady Jennifer was not trying to end this. Marcia could tell that she was expecting something, but what? Maybe, she thought, this was some sort of test to see if Lady Jennifer could trust her. Eventually this was the thought that won out, so she just let go, and stepped back.

Lady Jennifer stood there for a few moments looking at Marcia, then said, "I'm very disappointed in you right now. You probably did what you thought I wanted you to do, and if so, you're wrong. You may have a hard time believing this, but if you truly wanted to respect me, and respect what I have taught you today, you would have done something...anything. 

"Do you think you're the only one who likes to have a hand up her skirt? ...What would have made me the most proud of you is if you had spanked me.

"The important thing to remember here is what I just told you earlier. I want you to be a strong and powerful woman. The kind of woman that has the self-confidence to demand another woman's submission....Even mine." 

Lady Jennifer gave Marcia a few moments to think, then continued. "Something related to this act of submission is how a woman can initiate it. We in this kingdom frown on ambiguous flirtation. It's not honorable. If you're attracted to woman, then be obvious about it and have the courage to submit to them.

"Suppose you're talking to a woman, and she flips her hair over her right shoulder to you. What she is doing is giving you the sign that she wishes to be your submissive by offering her hair to you, and that you are free to do with her as you please. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Mistress Jennifer."

"Do you really?"

"Yes, Mistress Jennifer."

"Prove it."

Marcia immediately responded by flipping her hair over her right shoulder. Lady Jennifer reached out with her left hand. and grabbed her hair. Then using it like a handle, she wordlessly guided Marcia around, and bent her over the arm of the lounge. She then raised her dress and pulled her panties down to her knees, and as she was doing so she said, "This was for the one time you forgot to address me as Mistress Jennifer."

The spanking she delivered was not long. Only ten swats with her hand, but it had the desired impact she was after. 

"And this is for the non-verbal response earlier," and she delivered another ten solid spanks. When she was done she left the panties at Marcia's knees, but stood her up facing her.

She then took that opportunity to switch hands that were holding Marcia's hair and said, "Marcia. I consider you to be a smart girl. I should not have to explain what I now expect of you."

Lady Jennifer then pulled down on Marcia's hair, and at the same time, used her forearm to push on Marcia's shoulder. Marcia quickly understood that she was expected to kneel down, and did so.

Marcia was now on her knees with her face only inches from what she knew was about to be the focus of her attention. Lady Jennifer did not wait long before she pulled Marcia's face into her crotch, and slowly humped her face through her dress. She did this for about a minute then pulled Marcia back out.

"If I have to explain myself any clearer, I'll have you back over that lounge again for another spanking." Marcia figured she was told quite plainly by Lady Jennifer what she wanted. She had to admit that she had at times thought about licking another woman's pussy, but not in any serious way. 

Using her left hand, she raised Lady Jennifer's dress until her panties were in view. She then used her right hand to lower her panties until they were down around her ankles, at which Lady Jennifer kicked them away. Marcia didn't know what she was doing, she only did what she thought she would like if the roles were reversed, and began licking at her mistress' lips.

Lady Jennifer then raised her left leg and placed it on the lounge, and then practically sat on the open mouth of Marcia. "That's it Marcia. Stick your tongue in me as far as you can go." Lady Jennifer then began to slowly rub her clit along Marcia's nose, and in no time at all she was cuming in Marcia's mouth.

Once she was done she pulled Marcia up for another deep passionate kiss. She always liked the taste of herself in the mouth of a young woman, and Marcia was no exception.

After pulling back and looking over Marcia, Lady Jennifer said, "Looks like I'm the one that now has to apologize for making a mess of someone."

This struck both women as amusing, and they giggled.

"How about I take you to the room you will use while you are staying with me, so you can then clean up before dinner."

Lady Jennifer led Marcia out of her bedroom, and down the hallway to an unassuming door. When she opened it up, Marcia saw Laura inside. It was clear that Laura was not there to prepare the room for Marcia, because she was just standing there in white satin demi-bra and panties, and she also still wore the black stockings and garter, along with those ridiculous stiletto heels.

Lady Jennifer said to Marcia, "Marcia, you and Laura are going to be roommates this summer." Then to Laura she said, "Laura, will you help Marcia get ready for dinner?"

"Yes, Mistress Jennifer," replied Laura. She then looked right at Marcia and said, "I'll help Marcia with anything she desires." She then reached behind her head, and flipped her long, wavy, dirty-blonde colored hair over her right shoulder.

~ End of Chapter 2 ~ Marcia Learns Submission ~

Author's Note:

I am a teacher not a preacher. A preacher tells you what is right; a teacher makes you learn it for yourself. In the chapters of this story, I am not laying out some prescription in life for you to follow. Rather, I am only presenting points to ponder; simply random ideas in a unique and interesting framework. If what you have read brings solace and clarity to your life, then go with it. If what you have read troubles you, then move on, and write it off as nothing more than the ranting of a raving lunatic.



Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 03



This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex.

Posted 16 Oct 07 -- Revised June 09

Chapter 3: Marcia Learns Why

Something went off inside of Marcia as nothing had ever before. Like waving a red flag in front of a bull, or throwing raw meat in front of a junkyard dog, when Laura flipped her hair over her shoulder at Marcia, something screamed inside, 'I MUST HAVE HER!'

Lady Jennifer sensed what was going on, but decided that it was best to act as if she didn't notice anything. "Well... you girls get acquainted, and be down for dinner in one hour." She then quickly left, and closed the door behind her.

When Marcia heard the door close, she took three steps to close the distance between her and Laura. Even with Laura's three-inch heels, Marcia still towered over her.

For Laura's part, she didn't exactly know why she gave Marcia the sign of her willing submission. While she had been in the kingdom for over a year, she spent most of that time away at college, so she wasn't that experienced in what she was doing. Even though she would have liked to submit to the tall, athletic, beauty that was Marcia, she mainly did it as a way to break the ice between them.

Yet when she looked up into Marcia's eyes, she saw someone that clearly wanted her very much. Whatever her original intention, she was now just as consumed by desire as Marcia was. With Marcia's look of 'I Must Have You,' came Laura's corresponding look of 'Please Take Me.'

And so Marcia did. As she brought her left hand up, Laura dipped her right shoulder, and slightly turned her face away to give Marcia easy access to the back of her head. Laura also reached behind herself and grabbed her elbows to complete the proscribed act of submission.

Once Marcia had a good grip on her hair, she used it as a handle to turn Laura's head to face her. Many emotions were going through Marcia now, but chief among them was a desire to redeem herself from when she let Lady Jennifer go earlier today.

With Laura's arms behind her back, her bosom was thrust out to Marcia as if demanding to be assaulted. This was too much of a temptation for Marcia, so she reached out and grabbed Laura's left breast. She did so with a hunger that bordered on desperation. There was nothing gentle about what she did, and it brought a painful gasp out of Laura.

Yes, Laura found what Marcia was doing very painful, but instead of wanting her to stop, the only thing she could think of was how much she wanted the same thing to happen to her other breast. Marcia seemed to be reading her mind, and solved the dilemma of only having one free hand by using it to unclasp Laura's demi-bra from the front, exposing both her breasts. She was now able to maul one breast with her hand, and the other with her mouth.

Marcia alternated between taking big, passionate, mouthful bites of her breast, and playful nips of her nipple. After a while she moved her mouth to the other breast, which freed her hand to move lower down. What she found down below were soaking wet panties that thrilled her to no end. The idea she could have this kind of effect with a woman was very intoxicating, and only drove her to a higher passion.

With one smooth stroke she slid her hand inside Laura's panties, followed by her middle finger into Laura's vagina. She then began a slow pumping action of sliding her hand up and down along the outside of her vagina, while her finger was plunging in and out. It took a few moments to register in her mind that something was strange about what her hand was feeling, and then she realized that Laura's pubic mound was shaved smooth. Marcia had no idea why this would be so erotic to her, but it definitely was.

Marcia marveled in how holding on to Laura's hair gave her complete control over her. She then moved her mouth from Laura's breasts up to her shoulder, followed by her neck. Another very intoxicating feeling was how she had to balance a desire to want to actually eat her, with that of not wanting to leave any physical evidence of her passion on her skin. 

After a few more minutes of stimulating her, Marcia decided it was her turn to receive some pleasure. Just as Lady Jennifer dropped her down to her knees, Marcia pulled on Laura's hair, and pressed her forearm on Laura's shoulder, forcing Laura to her knees. Marcia then pulled her dress up, and pressed Laura's face into her sex.

Unlike Marcia earlier with Lady Jennifer, Laura knew exactly what to do, and she did it with relish. She started with licking the outer lips of Marcia's vagina, but quickly moved to plunging her tongue deep inside. Soon Marcia was grinding her pubic mound onto Laura's nose, so Laura took that as a sign that she should move her attention to her clitoris. She sucked and nipped it with gusto until Marcia violently came on her face.

Once Marcia began to catch her breath, she pulled up on Laura, and embraced her in a passionate kiss. They stayed locked like that for a while, and then Marcia pulled back and said, "That was great. You were absolutely fantastic. Up until today I have never really had an orgasm, and now I have had three. It's going to be mighty hard for any day following to live up to this one."

"Oh, don't you worry about that," replied Laura. "You are obviously a natural dominant, so you're going to be very popular with the other maidens under Mistress Jennifer's direction. The others are like me, submissive to the core. Because we want to please each other sexually, we can pretend to be the dominant, but still..."

After thinking for a few moments, Laura continued, "it's kind of bizarre when you think about it. Our submissive nature to please drives us to pretend to be dominant. Yet as you just showed me, nothing beats the real thing. It's going to be nice having someone around here who so clearly enjoys it."

Marcia looked over at the clock and realized that they only had thirty minutes before dinner. "We're running out of time. Let's get cleaned up."

"Sure thing. Luckily our shower fits two," replied Laura.

While taking their shower, Marcia and Laura talked about their times together while growing up. They weren't close friends or anything. In fact, they often found each other on opposing teams while playing volleyball, softball, or soccer.

It was nice reminiscing, but she avoided two topics. The big one was asking Laura why she stopped going to college, or actually, why she wanted to go in the first place. Did she find the experience as horrible as she heard it would be?

The other topic she was avoiding was kind of trivial, which was 'what was with that ridiculous French maid outfit she was wearing today?'

After the shower they were sitting side by side in their underwear at a desk made for two that also served as a vanity. They were preparing themselves to get their dresses on. Marcia looked around the room and noticed only one bed, and it was a single. "Laura, is there another bed that pulls down somewhere?"

"Nope," replied Laura. "Mistress Jennifer expects us to get comfortable with constant physical contact, and with a bed like that, there is no avoiding it. I spent all last summer with another girl who was constantly in motion. At first it was a pain, but eventually I got used to it. I even got to the point where I needed someone in bed with me like a child needs a teddy bear.

"When I went off to college I was looking forward to having my own bed, but the truth was, I felt very alone. I would have liked another girl to snuggle with in the dorm, but I would not have been interested in having sex with any girl there, so how do you ask someone to just sleep with them?

"I know that initially you're not going to like having to share such an intimate space with someone else, but I'm sure your opinion will change. I know it did for me."

Marcia began to wonder if that was the reason why Laura stopped going to college when Laura said, "They have probably already started serving. We better get going. Mistress Jennifer is having an introduction dinner for the girls she has just now taken on for initiation. I'm already a maiden, but I've been gone for nine months, so she wanted me to attend also."

They quickly threw on their dresses, and hurried down the hallway and a few flight of stairs. While Laura led the way, she asked, "I'm sure you have had a few dinners at the Lord and Lady's manor?"

"Yes. My family has had many dinners here." As Marcia replied, she recalled the large dining hall that her family always ate in. It was often filled with up to a hundred people or more. The meals were always fantastic, and there was always a constant roar from all of the conversations going on at the same time. 

Laura then led her into a room of the manor she had never been in before. It was a much smaller dining room that could probably only seat about ten people. "This is their casual dining room where they eat when they are not entertaining."

The table was full of people having conversations, and it appeared that the salad course had already been served. Only two chairs were open over by Lord Jacob, who was sitting at one end, with Lady Jennifer sitting at the other. They quickly made their way over to those chairs. This put them at Lord Jacob's left, with Laura next to him.

Marcia's total focus as she came into the room and sat down, was on Lord Jacob, and who could blame any woman for it. He was Lady Jennifer's perfect complement. He was just as attractive, but with a dark complexion, and jet-black hair. He looked like an Arabian Knight to Lady Jennifer's Viking Goddess. He was dressed in what appeared to be a navy blue silk robe, and matching pajamas, much like how Hugh Heffner would appear.

Eventually she took her eyes off of him, and looked around the table. She saw that everyone else at the table were young women like Laura and her. They were similarly dressed too, in the white dresses. All of them must be maidens like she was hoping to be, though she did not recognize any of them.

Lady Jennifer spoke to everyone, quieting the other conversations. "Girls, the new person amongst us is Marcia. She is the daughter of a long-standing couple of the kingdom. Her father is even a squad leader.

"Marcia, I'm sure you are now well acquainted with Laura. She is the only one besides you here that was raised within the kingdom. Everyone else has just completed our 'boot camp' within the past week. To your left is Lisa Green." Marcia saw a petite, thin girl with straight black hair. She had a nice smile for Marcia, but appeared rather shy. 

"Followed by Alyson Frazier, whom you can call Ally." She was a blond surfer-girl with a deep tan.

"You can call her Ally, because on my left is another Allison, Allison Lilly..." She had the looks of a librarian, with tight curly auburn hair that bordered on actual red. 

"... Sandra Nelson ..." Another blond, but with a Rubenesque figure, though not overweight at all.

"... Becky Phadt ..." She appeared Middle-Eastern with a dark complexion, much like Lord Jacob. Marcia thought her name didn't match her appearance. Maybe her parents named her Rebecca, but she preferred to be called Becky. 

"... and lastly, Evellyn Robinson." She stood out from this group of girls. Not just because of her clear African ancestry, but because she had an appearance of royalty. The best description for her was Nubian Princess, with long, straight hair that looked like it had been pressed that way

"So, Mistress Jennifer, let me see if I got this right," said Marcia. While pointing at each girl she said "Lisa, Ally, Allison, Sandra, Becky and Evellyn."

"Very good Marcia." This compliment came from Lord Jacob. "It's nice to know you are good with names." Marcia loved to hear his voice. It had a slight middle-eastern accent that was always deep and powerful. 

He then spoke to Laura, "So Laura, how was your freshman year in college? Are you looking forward to spending your summer vacation here?"

"It was a breeze after what my parents put me through, Master Jacob. There was no challenge to it at all. As for the summer, it feels great living back among people I can 'let my hair down' with."

The question by Lord Jacob, and Laura's response, caught Marcia off guard. She also caught on that she was supposed to address Lord Jacob similarly as Lady Jennifer. "Master Jacob, I thought members of the kingdom didn't go to college. I know my parents had nothing but contempt for it."

"I can understand how you might have gotten that impression," Lord Jacob replied. "Considering how we expect the children of our kingdom to have the equivalent of a college education by the time they are eighteen, it would seem to be pointless to send any of them off to college. The problem is that if we want any doctors or lawyers in this kingdom to be recognized by the society at large, we have to go through the motions and send some of our young people there. Laura, in this case, is going to be a doctor."

Lady Jennifer spoke again with the intention of getting everyone's attention. "OK girls. We have a lot to cover this evening, so we better get started. Up till now, each of you has received individual instruction in some of the ways of this kingdom. What we now have to cover is best done as a group, and that is why you have all been brought together here.

"Marcia?" said Lady Jennifer, so that she could get her attention. "Throughout this dinner I'm going to ask some questions that may seem like I'm insulting your intelligence, but you and Laura are the only ones that have been raised in the kingdom. These other young ladies have not been so fortunate. So these questions are more for their benefit than they are a test for you. Is that OK with you?"

"Yes, Mistress Jennifer."

"Very well. What did your parents tell you tell you when they had you do extra studies that your classmates at school never had to do?"

"Mistress Jennifer, they said that adults made decisions that increased the number of future decisions for them, while children made decisions that decreased their future decisions."

"And what does that mean to you?"

"Mistress Jennifer, it means that mature people did things like study and exercise, so that they could do more things, while childish people got lazy and fat, which limited what they could do later."

"That's a fair enough description," she said to Marcia, then turned her attention to the other girls. "I would say that children always want to do whatever they want to do, and adults are always considering what is really in their best interest. We never expect you to always choose work over play, which is how many people misinterpret this. What we say is that you must establish reasonable and realistic goals for your life, and then do the work required to achieve it."

She then turned her attention back to Marcia. "I'm sure your parents told you to do something when you would have rather watch some television show, but did your parents ever tell you couldn't watch TV?"

"Not that I can think of, Mistress Jennifer," replied Marcia.

Back to the other girls, "You see, we don't think that TV is bad, or playing is bad, we are just very firm that you achieve certain goals, and if so, then you can play.

"Now let's get back to how she got the impression that we have nothing but contempt for college. There is obviously an important role for colleges in our society, but how they are mostly being used today is quite destructive. A hundred years ago it could be reasonable to believe that you could spend four years in a university, and learned what you needed to make it through a career for your whole life, but not now. Learning must be life long, and the sooner you learn that, the better off you will be. 

"If you think about it, every teacher you had in High School not only had a college education, but they probably believed that you needed one to be successful in life. So if that is what they truly believed, then what exactly is their motivation to prepare you for life while you are in High School? They have no expectation for you to be adults when you graduate, and that is what guides them as they teach their lessons. 

"From as young as we can, we teach our children what knowledge really is, and how to acquire it without formal institutions. Those institutions will not always be there for you, so to rely on them is ludicrous."

Lord Jacob then stepped in, "As my lovely wife said, we do consider Universities as having an important role in our society. They are an excellent place to expand our society's knowledge, but as a place to monopolize that knowledge, they are quite destructive. Most of our children should not be raised as if they must go there, and in fact, colleges will never achieve their maximum benefit to our society until it is assumed that only adults should attend them, certainly not children seeking to become adults. Everyone who attends should be in full control of what they will learn, and not be viewed as targets of indoctrination as they are now."

There was a lull in the conversation, and Laura took that opportunity to speak her mind. "Master Jacob is right. Before I went off to college I thought that 'targets of indoctrination' was a bit harsh, but that is what I found there. If you mouth liberal orthodoxy you are considered enlightened, but if you said anything against it you were seen, at best, as a fool who needed to learn better.

"The proof is in how anyone who strays from the liberal dogma is treated. They are shouted down by the 'shock troops' that are the core student body. No attempt is made to moderate them by the faculty. In this twisted world it is those who dissent from the liberal ideology that are treated as the ones who are attacking the free speech. I certainly did not feel like I could speak my mind there."

Lady Jennifer continued, "The importance of understanding the difference between adult and childlike decisions cannot be overstated. Marcia and Laura can attest to the fact that they were not nagged to not watch too much TV, nor not to eat too much candy, nor any of the other things that most people know they should not indulge too much in. They were given specific goals to achieve, and as long as they achieved them, they were given the freedom to choose how to organize their time. And these goals were not based on some desire to see our children jump through hoops, but specifically designed for each child to make them truly empowered adults.

"We, in this kingdom, have a saying that goes, 'You cannot raise a child to be an adult. It's like sending someone to the police academy for them to be a fireman.' This seems kind of odd, but think about it. You can't expect a child to act like a child, then on some wholly arbitrary date like their eighteenth birthday, expect them to act like an adult.

"We actively mature our children to adulthood by always placing goals on them, and then expecting them to achieve those goals. As they demonstrate that they can make the mature decisions to meet our expectations, we allow them to set their own goals, but in no way do we ease off on our expectations. We are always expecting our people, child or adult, to make decisions that increase the possibilities in their life.

"One of the areas that always causes conflict with new members of our kingdom is when we say you must do this or that in some certain way. It appears that we are doing nothing more than just wanting to control their life, but it is really done to allow them more freedom, because the more they do things in a way we understand, the more help we can provide for them.

"As an example, one of the many things you will learn from me while you are here is how we expect you to run your house when you're married.

"And by the way, only women of this kingdom own homes. From the outside it may appear that this manor belongs to my husband, but everyone in this kingdom knows it is mine.




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"So when you're married, and have a home to run, we will expect you to clean and take care of it in a particular way. This may seem intrusive, and the way you would run it if left to your own devices may actually be better, but if you don't do it 'our way,' then we can't help you when you need it. If you do things our way, and if you get sick, or you and your husband would like to go on vacation, we can step in quite seamlessly, and take care of things.

"You will have far more freedom to do the things that really matter in your life if you work with us in trivial things like housekeeping. And besides, if what you want to do differently really is better, you can work through our system to achieve a change in how we do things. This also has the added benefit of insuring your improvements are enjoyed by everyone else."

Marcia spoke up at this, "You know, Mistress Jennifer, it wasn't until I was in high school, and would go over to other people's houses, and see how harried the mothers of my friends were before I understood how different our lives were. These mothers truly felt on their own, but I never saw anything like that at my home. It seemed that there was always someone over at my house helping out."

"Absolutely Marcia," replied Lady Jennifer. "It's one of the reasons almost no girl who has grown up in our kingdom has chosen to walk away from it. We women are very social creatures. It may be OK for men to live on their own, but women were never meant to. We need the assurance of a family support structure. My primary responsibility as a Lady within this kingdom is to make sure each and every mother knows she has family to count on."

The Rubanesque Sandra spoke up. In a deep southern accent she said, "Mistress Jennifer, you need to back up a minute. You said that men are not allowed to own homes. Only women can. Why is that? You know, it seems like every time I think I get my brain wrapped around what this kingdom is all about, something like this gets dropped on me, and throws me for a loop." 

"I understand how you're feeling, Sandra," Lady Jennifer replied. "Most people spend the first six months feeling as though they are playing a game where someone is making up the rules as they go along. It's only natural.

"As for your question, it's not women that are the ones that own homes, it's mothers. There is a difference. Until you give birth, or adopt a child, you and your husband will not be allowed to have a home"

Lord Jacob lent his support to his wife. "And it goes far more than that. Men are also not allowed to own cars. You may think that the men of this kingdom have a thing for motorcycles, but the reality is that motorcycles are the only form of transportation that we men are allowed to have. This is something you need to consider when you accept a date with a man, because he will show up on a motorcycle to pick you up."

Lady Jennifer continued, "Every material thing about a family belongs to the mother, and this includes the children. This is because a mother's first loyalty after herself is her children, not her husband. She has primary responsibility, and hence ownership, over everything that is for the family.

"The role of the father is simply to support the mother. When a couple is married in this kingdom, the husband takes an oath to be the father of his wife's children. Whether the children are biologically related to the father is irrelevant."

Lord Jacob again supported his wife, "In fact, we have nothing but contempt for any man who believes it is important for him to be the biological father of his children. No child picks their parents, so the idea of measuring your love and devotion to the child based on blood is pathetic. Every child deserves a father who is wholly committed to the child, without any strings attached. And if you think about it, if blood were all that important, what chance does an adopted child have. Why even bother adopting?

"This is probably my biggest reason for why I reject monogamy in marriage. Most men demand fidelity in their wives specifically to be certain that her children are his. All this does is prove that they have no concept of what it means to be a father. They have implicitly stated that they care more about passing on their DNA to their children, rather than what really defines them, which are their values."

Everyone in the room was quiet while they considered what Lord Jacob said, and then Lady Jennifer broke the silence. "Words are very clumsy things. From what you have heard so far, it may lead you to believe that this kingdom is actually some kind of matriarchy. Don't let that fool you. Always remember that no matter what the words may seem to mean, this is a profoundly patriarchal kingdom. A man doesn't have any say in how the home is run, because he should not have to say anything. If he has to micro-manage what his wife is doing then there is something wrong with his leadership. While the children, home and car belong to the mother, the family belongs to the father. So don't ever forget that."

As Lady Jennifer was finishing what she was saying, three women entered the room pushing carts. Marcia noticed that they were wearing the same ridiculous maid uniforms that Laura was wearing earlier. She recognized each of them as women she knew within the kingdom, but the first one troubled her. She was Roberta Gonzalez, who was the wife of the Reverend for her church. Roberta would sometimes fill in for her husband when he was otherwise detained, so it just didn't seem right to see her so sexualized.

Lady Jennifer looked over to the carts, and saw that tonight's dinner was to be Southern style, with chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes with country gravy, fried okra and big fluffy biscuits. "Roberta, that looks wonderful," exclaimed Lady Jennifer.

"Thank you my Lady. I hope you and Lord Jacob enjoy it," Roberta replied.

After picking up the salad plates, and serving up the main course, she and the other women departed.

While everyone was eating, Lord Jacob continued. "I would like to get back to talking more about expectations, and the political implications of them. This is important to understand because it goes a long way to justifying the existence of this kingdom. We have to be more than just a support group, or, like the liberals would want us to do, we may as well just rely on the government when we need help.

"When you look at most of the social programs liberals want, you always end up with some variation on giving a street beggar the change in your pockets. This action allows the liberals to feel good when they do it, but there are no expectations placed on the beggar to improve his life. Whether liberals want to believe it or not, they are in fact paying the beggar to stay on the street and beg.

"And it gets worse. Liberals hate expectations so much; they even refuse to place any on themselves. They don't care whether their actions actually accomplish anything. They only care about whether people see that they care. In fact, the more they sacrifice and force sacrifice from others, the better they feel because it shows how much they care.

"And when you point out to them that they are only perpetuating misery, the liberal says 'Judge me not by my lack of accomplishments; judge me only by my intentions.' The facts are, if you do not place any expectation on getting results, then intentions are all you care about."

In order to give her husband a chance to eat, Lady Jennifer continued from there. "It is not possible to help someone who is making destructive decisions about themselves, unless you place expectations on them. Yet liberals will never consider doing it on those they claim to help. The only people they place expectations on are rich, white, conservative males. They place all kinds of expectations on them, but they do that because they want to cause them harm. In the upside down world of the liberals, expectations are only for the people you see as evil, and never for those you claim you are trying to help.

"Why this is so is probably based on some misguided notion that you are disrespecting people when you place expectations on them. But which is more disrespectful, expecting a poor, black child to succeed in school, or believing he or she will fail without giving them preferential treatment.

"The liberal will probably respond with 'How can a poor and oppressed person ever be expected to succeed in our society?' Yet, you must assume that this is a valid question before continuing, but it is not.

"Let's first debunk the oppressed part of the question, as this is a complete and total lie that is sewn out of whole cloth. Never before in the history of mankind have people been so free to fail at life. That's right. I said free to fail. Before the 20th century, if you were one of life's failures, you died. Simple as that. You died.

"Not now, though. Today you are free to fail, and never be held accountable. And as long as you're not a white male, you will never even be blamed for your failures either. The notion that people are oppressed in this country would be laughable if it was not causing so much misery."

As if tag teaming, Lord Jacob filled in. "And the proof there is no oppression goes beyond freedom from failure. Never before in mankind's history have people sought out to be victims. Until this society came along, no one in his or her right mind would actually want to be a victim. Yet we now have people from all walks of life clamoring to be included into one victim's group or another, and if they can't get in, then they try to create another class of victim so they can be included.

"As an old saying goes, 'No chain binds so tightly as the ones we put on ourselves.' The only oppression going on in this country is the kind people are doing to themselves. It is absolutely perverted and twisted to believe your life will be made better by being considered a victim, yet there they are."

Lady Jennifer again picked up the conversation. "And as for the poor, what can I say? When you can own a home, two cars, three televisions, and suffer from the complications of obesity, yet still consider yourself to be poor, there is just no sanity involved here. There really are some actual poor people in this country, but our politically driven definition of poverty only causes more damage.

"This then leads to the complete misunderstanding that liberals have with expectations. Expectations are not a one-way street. True expectations cannot be made on someone with corresponding expectations made on you. 

"What I mean is that if you fail to achieve what we expect of you, we will always consider how we failed to give you what you need to accomplish what we expected. This is how expectations are really a sign of respect, because there is an established link of responsibilities. So without this link, expectations are really nothing more than demands, which is how liberals view expectations anyway.

"This is where liberals get things wrong, and why this kingdom exists. They know they don't want the government to lay any expectations on them, but they want the government to take care of everyone anyway. Yet you can't really help anyone without placing expectations on them, so then government becomes nothing more than an enabler of its citizens' destruction.

"We avoid this nonsense by stating that the government should do what it does best, which is protecting the rights of the individual, and nothing more. The citizens should then voluntarily organize themselves with people that they share values with in order to take care of each other.

"But these groups should not be just about supporting each other. This is a very weak goal that does not provide any direction. The goal should be about establishing expectations of their members. When you establish expectations you are driving your members to do their best. If you're just supporting them, you wind up rewarding them in their weakness. And with our understanding of how expectations are mutual, the support the members need to meet those expectations will naturally follow."

The conversation went back yet again to Lord Jacob. Marcia at this time was feeling like she was watching a tennis match, with her head swinging back and forth. "So that is why we have a kingdom. We humans need to voluntarily organize in some manner to operate at our best. We were never meant to be on our own. So now the question to answer is how do we define this particular kingdom. What values are we going to share that will help bind us and add meaning and purpose to our lives?"

Mrs. Gonzalez entered again with the other women. The other women's carts were empty to pick up the dinner plates, but her cart was full of bowls of blackberry cobbler a la mode.

Once Lord Jacob's plate was picked up, Mrs. Gonzalez placed his dessert in front of him. He then commented, "What a perfect choice to complement a southern style dinner. It looks like you have outdone yourself."

Mrs. Gonzalez replied, "Why thank you, Lord Jacob. I picked the berries myself in the back woods of the manor, so I know they are delicious."

Marcia had finally hit the tipping point on the uniform Mrs. Gonzalez was wearing, forcing her to comment, "Lord Jacob, I have spent most of my life at this manor, and I never recalled seeing the uniform Mrs. Gonzalez is wearing. The uniforms I have seen around here on other women, including my mom, were not revealing like that at all. Is this something new?"

"I'll take this dear," replied Lady Jennifer. "There is nothing new about this uniform. Women have been wearing it here since before you were born. This just goes to show how well we have kept the sexual side of our lives separate from our children. And for the record, your mother has worn this uniform many times."

"Marcia," responded Lord Jacob. "When a woman wears the uniform that you are accustomed to see, she is considered to be in the service of the Lady of the manor, and cannot be touched by another man, including her own husband. Although this does not protect her if a man sees her panties.

"Brenda and Sylvia?" he said to get the other women's attention. "Run along, Roberta will be joining you in a little while."

After they had left, Lord Jacob reached out with his left hand. Roberta was still standing right next to him, so he had no trouble reaching under her uniform. To say he reached under her uniform is a bit of an over statement. The hemline of her skirt was at her crotch, so it offered no impediment to his hand as he reached between her legs.

When Roberta saw his hand coming she slid her right foot over to give him easy access, then grabbed her elbows behind her back. As Lord Jacob began slowly stroking the crotch of her panties, Roberta closed her eyes, and allowed her head to drop back slightly. Everyone in the room could clearly see that this woman was greatly enjoying the attention she was receiving.

With Roberta's breaths getting deeper and deeper, Lord Jacob continued. "When a woman is wearing this uniform, she is considered to be in service of the Lord of the manor, and any man, married or not, can have her as he pleases.

"The only modification I make to the normal rules with women in my service is that men are not obligated to spank them if they see their panties. Considering it is impossible to prevent anyone from seeing them with this outfit on, these women would never get anything done with all of the spankings they would get. Now a man can spank them if they want, they're just not required to do so as they normally would be."

Lord Jacob then reached out with his right hand, and pulled down the front of Roberta's uniform. The uniform was cut so low across her bosom that it hardly covered her breasts to begin with, so it was no problem exposing them, and Roberta had a lot to expose.

"I really like this aspect of these uniforms," he said as he grabbed a handful of ample breast.

"Roberta, hold up your skirt to show everyone your panties, then masturbate until they are soaked."

"Yes Lord Jacob," Roberta replied.

As Roberta began to furiously stroke her pussy, Lord Jacob focused on her breasts by pinching and twisting her nipples until cries of pain/pleasure came from her. In what had to be less than a minute Roberta had soaked her panties so much that her juices were running down leg.

The girls around the table were stunned by the demonstration they were seeing. All except Laura, who was actually envious of Roberta. She certainly didn't get that kind of attention today.

"Very good Roberta," said Lord Jacob. "Thank you for a wonderful performance."

"No, Lord Jacob," replied Roberta as she tried to catch her breath. "Thank you for the opportunity." As she began to put her bosom back into her uniform, she continued, "I am at your disposal anytime you desire."

Once she left the room, Marcia asked, "Master Jacob, I am still a little unclear about what you said concerning the women that wear the uniform. You said that any man can do whatever they want with them, yet I saw Laura wearing it today, and she is a maiden. Would that not mean that any man could have sex with her? It appears to me that this kingdom is not concerned with a married woman getting pregnant, but maidens should not. Am I not right?"

"What you have said is very perceptive, but slightly off," replied Lord Jacob. "First of all, and this is something you must understand, any man can have sex with any woman of this kingdom. He can do it, and he won't be punished for it. Unless of course the woman believes she would be harmed. 

"The truth is, the rules that do exist only state that we men should not have sex with certain women. Not that we can't; just that we shouldn't. A man who has sex with a woman whom he shouldn't is simply displaying an extreme lack of judgment; one that will count against him in any consideration about moving up in the chain of command.

"As for those that wear the uniform, I typically do not pick maidens, but Laura is definitely an exception to that. But where you are right in what you said is that we don't want maidens to get pregnant. We want every woman to have an established partner, and father for her children, before she gets pregnant."

"I think I should take this from here," said Lady Jennifer. "It's best these girls hear this part from a woman.

"When you ask people of this kingdom what they think are the biggest differences between how we live, and the society at large, you will get many answers. Some will focus on the religion, others on the sex, but not me. We say this a kingdom of relationships, and that is where my focus is on.

"Of all of the relationships that can exist between people, there is nothing more profound than the relationship between a mother and child. Yet you wouldn't know this in our society, particularly if you were raised in a liberal family. With them, having children is considered a life limiting experience. As a girl growing up in such an environment, you would be told to put off having children until you have experienced life, and most of all, make sure you have your career established before you even think of having children.

"I find the belief that children will somehow limit your life to be appalling. So in our kingdom, we expect our women to see having children as a life enriching experience, not as a life limiting one. Since it is an expectation, there is a corresponding obligation on our part to help you see it that way. One thing you will find out soon, is how much attention you will receive from the moment you get pregnant. Again, as a Lady in this kingdom, this is one of my main responsibilities.

"You may find this difficult to understand at this time, but a key aspect to help you deal with getting pregnant is to remove from your responsibility whether you get pregnant. This sounds odd, but if you think about it, one of the main reasons women see pregnancy as a bad thing is because of the terrible things that will be said about them if they 'allow' themselves to get pregnant.




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"In our kingdom, we declare that if a woman gets pregnant, then there is a man that is 100% responsible for it. It's true even outside of our kingdom; we just recognize this as a fact, and conduct ourselves accordingly. No one here will ever think badly about you if you get pregnant, and will in fact rejoice with you, and literally flock to you in support.

"It's important to notice I said 'remove from your responsibility.' I didn't say 'remove from your right.' Once you are married, you are free to use any method of birth control you desire. Though on the other hand, while you are a maiden, you may not use any.

"What may even seem shocking in light of what I just told you, we even go so far as to expect the unmarried men that you chose to date actually penetrate you at some time during the date.

"We do this for a couple of reasons. One is that we want our men to learn control, but the most important reason is that we want you to confront any fears you have towards pregnancy. In no way do we consider pregnancy, in and of itself, to constitute harm to you. So telling a man he can't have sex with you because of the 'harm' you think you will experience from being pregnant is not valid to us.

"Ultimately, we do not want you to use birth control as maidens, because we want to point to the self control of men as to why we have a low incidence of unwed pregnancy. When you take birth control, you are not only stating that you think men are irresponsible, but you are also giving them a pass to be so.

"And another thing, when I say no birth control, I mean none at all. Men of this kingdom are forbidden to wear condoms, except for certain situations, but we'll get to that later. If and when they penetrate you on a date, they must learn control, and you must learn to deal with your fears of pregnancy.

"Now getting back to Laura, and her wearing the uniform you saw her in today. We needed a way of telling men that they shouldn't attempt intercourse with certain women. Yet we want all our women to be sexually 'open' at all times, and we don't want them to be put into a position of having to measure their response to men.

"Even though I don't like to use the word, the best way to say what I'm try to say is we want our women to be as 'slutty' as they want to be, and not worry about men having intercourse with them when they shouldn't. So we do this by having such women shave their pubic hair. This applies to all maidens, but also to married women, who for medical reasons should not be having intercourse.

"So girls, as maidens, you will be required to shave your pubic hair, and make yourself available for inspection to any married woman, so that they can verify you are doing so. That is your only responsibility you have to prevent yourself from becoming pregnant, and since you will need to count on married women to support you if you do, we married women have a right to inspect you to make sure you are doing what is required of you to prevent it. Later on tonight, you will have a demonstration of what this inspection entails."

"I can assure you Marcia," continued Lord Jacob for his wife. "Many a man has been quite disappointed when they have reached into Laura's panties, and found a shaved pubic mound."

Lord Jacob then looked around the table and continued, "Since everyone appears to be done with their dessert, how about we go to our private parlor to continue with this evening's lessons."

With that, Lord and Lady Jacob got up, and proceeded towards a door opposite where Marcia and Laura entered earlier. The girls around the table got up, and followed them out of the dinning room.

As Marcia entered the room, the first thing she noted was the furniture. There were two very long, leather couches, with low wide arm rests, positioned at right angles to each other, forming a 'V.' At the open end of this 'V,' was a matching leather love seat facing into it. Lord and Lady Jacob sat there, with Lord Jacob to the right of Lady Jennifer.

"Please girls," said Lady Jennifer. "Have a seat on one of the couches."

Marcia sat on the far end of the coach next to Lady Jennifer. The other seven girls had no problem sitting down, as the couches were indeed very long.

Marcia then looked around the room, and thought this room was more like a library with lots of books on shelves. Then it struck her that this room had no windows. Just as it dawned on her how ominous that seemed to her, she then noticed a long wide leather strap hanging off the wall beyond Lord Jacob. Considering what she had experienced today, she had no problem visualizing what was about to happen to them tonight.

"OK girls," said Lady Jennifer. "Before we continue on, are there any lingering issues that you feel need to be resolved?"

The girls on the couch all looked at one another. It appeared that none of them had any questions. Then just as Lord Jacob was about to speak, the shyest of them, Lisa Green, the girl that had been sitting next to Marcia with the long black hair, raised her hand and said, "Mistress Jennifer, I don't understand the difference of what you said earlier about the mother owning the home and the children, but the father owning the family.

"Isn't that just semantics? If the father owns the family, doesn't that mean he owns the home, children and the wife?"

Lady Jennifer thought for a moment, and then replied, "To fully answer your question we need to get into the chain of command, and we're not quite ready for that, but I can assure you this is more than just semantics."

Lady Jennifer then turned to her husband and asked, "I think this would be a good time for one of your Navy analogies; the one about the difference between the CO and XO." She then turned back to the girls. "My husband spent eight years in the Navy, and has a wealth of interesting analogies."

Lord Jacob replied, "Every ship in the Navy has a Commanding Officer and an Executive Officer. The Commanding officer, or CO for short, is the one that determines where the ship is going, and what the ship will do when it gets there. The role of the Executive Officer, or XO, is the one responsible for directing the crew to accomplish what the CO has established for the ship.

"They each have very distinct roles. The CO is more outward focused on the ship, while the XO is more inward focused.

"We believe the same applies to the roles of the father and the mother in a family. We don't believe our children are served well by having the mother and father performing the same roles. Only when their parents are performing different roles do the children attain maximum benefit from them.

"Now Lisa, as my wife stated, we can't fully answer your question right now, but I would like to leave you with a couple of questions to ponder. First, do you believe that the XO has a demeaning, or lesser important role to play because he is beneath the CO in the chain of command? And second, how well do you think a ship would function if it had two captains?"

As Lisa appeared to be pondering what Lord Jacob had said, several more girls raised their hands now, and it appeared to Lady Jennifer that it was Allison Lilly that was the first. She was the one that looked like a librarian with curly auburn hair. "Yes Allison?" asked Lady Jennifer.

"Mistress Jennifer, I first want to say that I admire you greatly. There is no doubt in my mind that your strength of character and confidence represent the kind of woman I want to be. I just don't understand how having women subservient to men leads to the kind of woman you obviously are. This kingdom doesn't seem fair to me, and how being unfair to women will lead to anything good escapes me. How is this possible?"

"It's easy for me to see your problem by the way you asked that question," replied Lady Jennifer. "Your confusion begins and ends with your obvious misunderstanding of what fair is.

"Fairness is a very poorly understood concept in our society, and that misunderstanding leads to most of the problems we experience in it. First of all, there is nothing more subjective in the human experience than fairness. It is entirely subjective, because your sense of fairness is your rudder in life to guide you through what you believe to be right and wrong. Yet many people, liberals in particular, believe that what is fair is universal; that what is right or wrong for them, is what is right or wrong for everyone else.

"Communism is an example of what happens when people decide to use fairness as a system of governance. The reality is that communist countries are not about what is fair, but about what is fair to a handful of elites who think that it is beneath them to convince others how they should guide their 'ship of life.' These elites actually prefer to reach into other people's lives, and grab their rudders to guide them where they believe they aught to go.

"Some people are so twisted in their understanding of fairness that they can look at a vicious and totalitarian regime, like what is in Cuba, and give their atrocities a pass. They do this because they believe that this country seeks to use what is 'fair' in determining its direction. At least, that is what Castro wants its apologists in this country to believe.

"Other examples include even apparently benign countries like Canada. I am forever hearing about what a great country it is because of their universal health care system. The people who advocate this for our country are able to look right past all of the suffering caused by having to wait for necessary medical procedures, solely because this system seems fair to them. They actually have it in their heads that as long as everyone is suffering equally, then it is a good system, and worthy of forcing on everyone against their will.

"Allison, it is very important that you understand this. At no time will fairness ever be considered in determining the actions of this kingdom. The only things considered for this kingdom are what actually work, what is effective, and what accomplishes the things worth accomplishing. Fairness is left for you to decide for yourself, and if that's not fair to you, then the true meaning of it will always escape you, and you will never arrive at the kind woman you think I am."

When it appeared that Lady Jennifer had finished, it was Evellyn Robinson that next raised her hand. Lady Jennifer then nodded towards her to continue. When she spoke, her speech matched her appearance of a Nubian princess. It was very regal and measured. 

"Mistress Jennifer, in some ways I feel I have been deceived. From the outside, this kingdom appears morally strict, which is something I feel is necessary in life. Yet what you have shown me in the past three days, I think, is quite different. The sexuality that you have exposed me to has been like nothing I have ever experienced. I can assure you, before you took me in; I had never previously contemplated sex with a woman, let alone engaged in it.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to blame you for my behavior. I have made it a point to rebel against my African-American community's tendency to blame others for our own failings. And one of the areas of my community that I have particularly rejected is the over-sexualized aspect that manifests itself in considering it acceptable for a black woman to be referred to as a 'ho' or a bitch.

"Yet you seem to want me to accept just that. Your comment about how women should be allowed to be as 'slutty as they want to be,' is not what I want to be at all. I'm not that kind of woman, nor do I want to be."

Lady Jennifer responded with, "It seems to me you have two concerns. The first is your perception of our kingdom's morality, and the other is how you perceive yourself sexually. Am I correct?"

"Yes, Mistress Jennifer."

"To begin with, there is nothing fake or phony about how we present ourselves. We are indeed very morally strict. If you believe what you have experienced sexually conflicts with that, then my suggestion is that you reconsider your moral perception of sex.

"We don't look at sex as just about getting a thrill. We use sex as a bonding experience that deepens our commitment to one another. The fact that we also enjoy it is just a pleasant side benefit. There is absolutely nothing trivial about it.

"As for your other concern, I think it is time for another of my husbands Navy analogies." She then turned to her husband, "I think the one about uniforms applies here."

"Of course," he replied to his wife, and then turned to Evellyn. "Before I joined the Navy I was very concerned about the clothes I wore. What I wore was very much about who I was. Once I was in the Navy, and I was required to wear what everyone else was wearing, I was forced to dig deeper into myself to find the real me. I had to find my individuality without regards to superficial things like my appearance. So being forced to wear certain clothes was ultimately a very liberating experience for me.

"In much the same way, you need to see your sexuality as nothing more than a more intimate version of your clothes. Clothes are rarely worn for protection from the elements. They are mostly worn to send messages to other people, and among those messages are how we wish to interact with the people around us. Your sexuality is really no different than that. It's not about who you are, but about how you choose to interact with other people.

"I wore a uniform in the Navy because that was what was required of me to belong in it. The Navy required it of me because they believed that it fostered unit cohesion.

"The same thing can be said about our requirements for your sexual conduct. It is about what we believe is needed to develop the strong bond that we want to foster between all of the members in this kingdom. It's not about who you are, and what you would prefer to do if you were not in this kingdom."

"And I would take it further," Lady Jennifer said. "Women are always complaining about how they don't want to be seen as just sex objects, yet they hold on very tightly to their sexuality as if it defines them. If you are really concerned about being seen as more than just a sex object, then you need to stop identifying yourself by your sexuality."

Marcia and Sandra were the only ones left to raise their hands, and Lady Jennifer decided on Sandra by nodding towards her.

"Mistress Jennifer," the Rubanesque Sandra began. She appeared quite emotional, even on the verge of tears. "My concerns are similar to Evellyn's. I have spent most of my life very proud and protective of my virginity. It was something that I was looking forward to give to my husband on my wedding night, yet you took it from me yesterday morning with the handle of the paddle you used to spank me.

"In some ways I feel I am ruined. I feel that I may as well stay in this kingdom, because the kind of man that I would want outside of this kingdom would never have me now."

Lady Jennifer replied with concern in her voice, "I'm deeply sorry about how you feel. I probably should have talked to you about this at the time, but you seemed to handle what happened very well.

"As for the virtue of virginity... There really is nothing like it in the human experience. Sex is something that we all are going to engage in, yet for many people, the preferred state for the participants is for them to have never experienced it before. 

"Looking at women at large within our society, not just within our kingdom, I see nothing wrong with a thirty year old woman who has never had sex with a man because she had never met one worthy of her. I think women in general give it up far too easily. They literally let the men in their lives get away with whatever they want. What few expectations they make of men are actually quite pathetic.

"On the other hand, I consider an eighteen old virgin to be tragedy. A virgin is someone who thinks her state of no experience is something to be admired. They really believe that they are giving something special to the man they will marry, but the reality is they are only giving them an illusion.

"Trust me on this one Sandra, any man who thinks it is important for the woman they marry to be a virgin, is not a man you want anything to do with. Once you're married to such a man, and you are no longer a virgin, he will end up disrespecting you in some manner. These men view virgins as pure, and conversely, non-virgins as contaminated. It is not going to matter to him one bit that he is the reason you are no longer a virgin. All that will matter to him is that you are not."

Lord Jacob then picked up the conversation, "I think all men who want virgins are sexual cowards. They are too afraid to be compared to other men. These men would probably say that it is about insuring the woman has no STDs, or that they can be sure the children produced by the woman are theirs, but I don't buy any of it. Most of these men have no problem fooling around with other woman, so avoiding STDs is a fatuous reason, and I have already told you what I think of men who need to be sure their wife's children are biologically theirs."

Becky Phadt, the middle-eastern looking woman, then raised her hand along with Marcia, but rather than waiting for Lady Jennifer to call on her, she just started talking. "Mistress Jennifer, what Sandra and Evellyn are saying is related to my issue. I was raised to believe that monogamy is the highest form of respect that a husband and wife can show to each other, so I am having a hard time redefining what a proper relationship is between spouses in this kingdom.

"It seems to me that you have rejected monogamy because you think it is a better method to deal with cheating spouses. Yet would it not be better to expect better behavior from people, rather than letting them get away with disrespectful conduct? Why should I not expect from my husband that I be good enough for him... sexually speaking?"

"Good enough?" Lady Jennifer repeated. "What exactly does it take to be good enough? The fact that you're female, and are the only one he is allowed to have sex with? Is that all it takes? That doesn't sound like much of an accomplishment to me.

"Let me ask you something. What exactly does monogamy bring to a relationship?"

Becky replied, "I know you like to denigrate monogamy as a way to prevent STDs, but can't you concede to the point that if you only have sex with your spouse, and your spouse only has sex with you, then there is no chance of contracting STDs?" 

"No, I will not concede to that," Lady Jennifer replied back. "It's like conceding to the point that if I never get into a car I will never get killed in an auto accident. It may be true, but it does not fit into the reality that I live in.

"What I really don't like about how monogamy is used is that it makes it look like the lack of monogamy is what causes STDs. The reality is that it's irresponsible and indiscriminate sex that causes STDs.

"Consider the analogy of irresponsible and indiscriminate eating. If you engage in this, you run the risk of food poisoning and obesity. Yet no one suggests that we eat only one kind of food as a way to avoid these things. Why should we use monogamy as a way to prevent STDs and unplanned pregnancies?

"STDs should be as rare as food poisoning, but with those on the political right believing that those who contract it deserve it, and those on the political left unwilling to expect responsible sexual behavior from anyone -- beyond nagging people to wear condoms -- I am not going to hold my breath expecting STDs to go away any time soon. 

"Again I ask, what does monogamy bring to a relationship that makes the relationship better?"

Becky had to think for a few moments, and then responded "I just think that sex should only be between married couples, because it is part of making that relationship special."




Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 04



This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex. 

Posted 23 Oct 07 -- Revised June 09

Chapter 4: What Are Words For

"That was quite an experience last night, wasn't it?" asked Laura.

Marcia had just woken up, and looked over at Laura. Laura was sitting at the vanity in her French maid uniform, and asked that question looking at Marcia in the mirror. She seemed to be preparing herself to leave.

"I'll say!" replied Marcia. So much happened yesterday that it almost felt like an entire week was crammed into it. She was thinking particularly about how it ended. Marcia was the last girl to give Laura her 'face time,' so she requested that she do so with Laura back in their room. As it was already after midnight, Lady Jennifer readily agreed. 

Back at their room, Marcia did not do what she did out of some obligation to return what Laura had given her earlier that day in this very room. She felt challenged and inspired to exceed what the other girls had just performed on her. Those other girls may have seen what they did as a duty commanded by their mistress, but not Marcia. She was beginning to see that the sex she was required to perform as the blessing that any sex act should be.

Now laying in bed, staring at the beauty that is Laura as she prepared herself for the day, she began to contemplate more about what Lady Jennifer said last night about all of these rules and obligations. It was becoming clearer to her now how they really are a framework, and not a jail. They weren't restraining her at all. They were indeed liberating her.

She was now more determined than ever to explore these rules instead of fighting them. It was then she realized that she and Laura were talking to each other, yet they were not engaged in the embrace they were suppose to be in. She propped herself up on her elbow and asked, "Shouldn't we be doing that embrace thing since we are now talking to each other?"

Laura spun around on her chair with a happy smile on her face, and enthusiastically replied, "With you? Anytime! Talking or not." She then flipped her hair over her right shoulder like she did yesterday, yet it was done more in jest than in the serious way as before.

Laura then continued, "Something you will eventually learn around here is that while all rules are strictly enforced, few are taken very seriously. Particularly in the privacy of our rooms." She then spun back around, and continued to work on the impossibility of taking her beauty to a higher level.

Marcia continued to ponder the many things she remembered yesterday, and the possibilities they presented to her. The more she thought, the more she saw new and interesting situations to explore. That was until she remembered the part about where she would be expected to have sex with her mother, and everything she was thinking up 'til then came crashing down. It was like a bucket of icy cold water hitting her square in the face, and made her literally lose her breath for a second.

This was definitely going to take more than anything she knew was inside of her to deal with. Then she thought of Laura. Her parents are in the kingdom. Lord Jacob said most girls go back to living with their parents once they got used to having sex with them, yet Laura hasn't. Was she here because she couldn't deal with it?

"Laura?" she asked. "Why are you still living here instead of with your parents? Are you having a hard time dealing with incest?"

Laura was now done with her hair and makeup, and stood up to smooth out her uniform in front of the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She turned to look at Marcia as she replied "Me? Having a hard time with incest? I'm the envy of almost every maiden around here, because I have three older brothers who are required to wear condoms when they fuck me. Between them, my father and Lord Jacob -- all who are required to wear condoms -- I get a good solid pounding almost every day! The only thing most maidens have to look forward to are the tentative penetrations they experience from their dates who are forbidden to wear condoms. So no, I have no problems with incest.

"I will admit it that it was weird when I started having sex with my mother. Sex with my father and brothers really didn't result in a major change in my relationships with them, but sex with my mother certainly did. We had to seriously re-evaluate ourselves to get past a lot of emotional hang-ups.

"I think a very important aspect of the this kingdom is how we are required to force ourselves outside of what we are comfortable with. My mother and I would never have considered having sex on our own. Yet for no other reason than it turns men on to watch us do it, we have a much better relationship than we would have without it."

Marcia replied, "I honestly don't know how I am going to deal with it myself."

"I'll tell you what Lady Jennifer told me before the first time with my mother," Laura continued. "Unless you have a solid reason why you shouldn't have sex with your mother, then a reluctance to have sex with her points to a serious problem with your relationship with her.

"There is a very big gap between what you want to do, and what you don't want to do. In other words, there is nothing wrong with not wanting to have sex with your mother, but there is something wrong if you just can't to do it.

"Many a girl has tried to find a valid reason to not have sex with their mothers, but none have. This kingdom will force you to eventually see that your reasons boil down to the fact that it just doesn't feel right, nothing more, and that excuse will never be good enough here."

"So then," continued Marcia. "Why are you not living with your parents?"

"Because of my three younger sisters," replied Laura. "When I am at home, I have to act all prim and proper in front of them, instead of the tart that I want to be." She then struck a pose in the mirror to herself that just dripped sexuality.

After a few moments she turned back towards Marcia, and with a more serious tone than before said, "My next youngest sister turns eighteen next week, and will be initiating into the kingdom soon after that. I imagine within the month we'll be having sex with each other a lot.

"What Lady Jennifer said last night was very true. Sisters are required to have sex more often than other women do. I don't know whether it is because of my acceptance of that fact, or just my own sexuality coming out, but I have already started to look at my sister in a different light.

"I think my biggest problem comes from the fact I have always been the submissive with my other family members so far. With my sister, I am going to have to be the dominant, and I'm just not good with that. I admit this troubles me, but I have already learned that facing the things that trouble me have brought me a lot more benefit than harm, so I am sure this will work out also."

She then took a deep breath, smoothed out her uniform one last time, and said to Marcia on her way out the door, "I'm off to serve my Master. I'll see you at lunch time." She then stuck her head back in the room and said, "I forgot to tell you. Mistress Jennifer wants you downstairs in the their personal dinning room for breakfast in twenty minutes. So hurry."

Luckily she and Laura had showered together before they went to bed last night, so she had no trouble getting ready. She quickly got dressed in what she now saw as the uniform of maidens -- a knee length white dress that is tight at the waist, but flares out the hips; very 50's looking. Underneath she wore conservative styled white panties and bra, and she finished off her appearance with ankle socks and white slide-on canvas shoes. After fixing herself up a little in front of the vanity, she hurried on down to the dinning room she had dinner at last night.

On her way down, she contemplated what Laura had said the kingdom was going to expect of her and her sister. Marcia's biggest concern on this subject was the fact she had five younger brothers. Would she be expected to have sex with them? This was just too much to process. She finally had to just say to herself that her oldest brother was only sixteen, so she had at least two years before she had to worry about that.

Her real concern that was coming up right away was her mother. How was she going to deal with that? As she was thinking of this, she then thought of her father and realized that she wasn't as concerned about having sex with him. Why would that be, she wondered? Shouldn't she be more concerned about him? 

When she arrived at the dinning room, she found the same girls as last night, plus a few others, already eating breakfast. Lady Jennifer and Lord Jacob were nowhere to be seen. She found the scene very bizarre because no one was talking.

A buffet of a Continental breakfast was spread out along a narrow table next to the wall. By the time she filled her plate, two of the girls she didn't know had gotten up already, so she sat in one of the vacated spots.

After those girls placed their plates on a cart, they embraced as two maidens should when they wanted talk. After what seemed like 20 seconds in their embrace, they began talking about what was planned for them today. It sounded like each of them was heading off to different homes to help out the mothers who lived there. They continued talking for a few more minutes, then separated and departed.

By the time Marcia had finished her breakfast, so had the other girls. The last maiden she did not know had just departed, so everyone that was left just stared at each other, waiting for Lady Jennifer to show up.

It seemed that Alyson Frazier got the most frustrated by the situation, and with a great deal of exasperation, got up, walked around the table to where Marcia was sitting, then lifted the hem of her skirt with her right hand just high enough to show her panties to Marcia.

Marcia was actually a little amused by this, and decided to play along. She stood up and showed her panties to Alyson. They each reached with their left hands between the thighs of the other and cupped each other's vagina. They then brought their right hands around to the small of the other girl's back, and embraced each other tightly. As the dominant, Marcia didn't take advantage of this situation like she did last night. She only kissed Alyson for about a half a minute before pulling back. "Yes Ally?" she asked.

"As you are the only girl in this room who was raised within this kingdom, I have a few questions that I imagine everyone here would like to hear answered," stated Alyson.

"Go ahead," replied Marcia.

"I would say we are all in agreement that we find it just not credible that you did not know what was going on here. Did you really not know about all of this sex and spankings and such?"

"I swear I did not know," Marcia replied. "Sure, there were rumors among us kids. The fact that our parents were clearly not talking about some things does lead to suspicions, but nothing solid. When you have wonderful parents who appear to love each other greatly, why would we believe something about them that we thought were bad at the time?"

Before Alyson could ask her next question Lady Jennifer flew into the room. She was wearing a light blue satin sleeveless dress that fit tightly to her form, and whose hem only came down to mid-thigh. In her hand was a digital SLR camera. "I'm glad to see you girls are embracing as you should when you're talking. Now everybody up, and follow me into the parlor." She never broke her stride as she said this, and went around the table and into the room they were in last night.

Marcia shrugged to Alyson as if saying 'Oh well' then broke off from her and followed Lady Jennifer out of the dining room. The other girls got up, and followed her as well.

As the girls came in, Lady Jennifer stood in front of the love seat and said, "Please take a seat on one of the couches."

The girls filed in and sat down. Marcia took the same spot she had last night on the left couch close by Lady Jennifer. Alyson Frazier, the blond surfer, sat next to her. The last person on the couch was Allison Lilly - the prim librarian-looking girl with tight auburn curls.

On the next couch, to the right of Lady Jennifer, beginning deep in the V formed by the two couches sat Sandra Nelson, the blond Rubanesque girl with the deep Southern accent. Continuing to the right of her was Evellyn Robinson, the regal Nubian princess. She was followed by Becky Phadt, the middle-eastern girl, and lastly, the shy Lisa Green with the long black hair.

"Before we began today's lesson," said Lady Jennifer, "I need to take a few pictures of each of you. These will be the 'before' pictures of you as you are before you are initiated. Once you have been initiated these pictures will appear on your web sites. 

"These web sites are only available on our kingdom's intranet, and not accessible on the Internet for the general public. You see girls, our intranet is very tightly controlled to prevent viruses and other intrusions from accessing our system. As such, all Internet usage is strictly monitored. This means we know exactly who accessed any Internet web site. We don't do this to prevent anyone from seeing what he or she wants, just to keep track of it.

"Men are very visual creatures, which means they are always looking for pictures that excite them. We women of this kingdom take it as a great source of pride that our men would rather look at the pictures we provide them on our personal websites, than what they would find on the Internet.

"This is an important theme to remember about our kingdom. We don't just go along with what men want sexually. We enthusiastically support it in every way we can.

"Of the many things you will learn to do in the very near future is how to build websites. It's actually quite easy with the latest software for such purposes. As a maiden, you will be expected to update your web site once a month with a minimum of thirty pictures. The purpose of which is to attract the attention of the men of this kingdom. This is going to be a very important thing if you are looking for men to take you on dates. 

"Another aspect of this to pay attention to, is that we are actively involved in shaping the sexuality of our men. By monitoring who is attracting more attention than others, and how well we attract our men over what they can find on the Internet, why can keep abreast of what they want, and where their sexuality is heading.

"I know this is going to be hard for you to understand, because it is directly related to power of the submissive, but by staying out in front of our men's sexual desires, we can lead them where we want them, which will give us the satisfaction we need in our lives. This is a far more effective means to get what you want than by using guilt or nagging your men.

"Always remember, sexually satisfied men are incredibly malleable to what ever you want. Focus intently on what they want, not what you think they should want, and you will be guaranteed to get what you really need in your life from them. 

Lady Jennifer paused to look around at the girls. "So we need to start right away to get some pictures, because many of you will begin your bikini-line electrolysis this afternoon. Trust me. When you begin shaving your vagina, your life will be so much better if you don't have to deal with that area.

"Marcia, let's begin with you. Come over and sit in the center of this seat." Lady Jennifer was pointing to her love seat. As Marcia sat down where she was instructed, Lady Jennifer took a few steps back into the V of the two couches, and crouched down. Considering the tightness of her dress, she had to do a bit of balancing to get into a comfortable position. Marcia noticed that this position even exposed her panties to her.

She then continued, "I want you to sit with your bottom on the very edge of seat. Now bring your knees together, and swing them to your right, so I get a good side view of your legs. That's nice, now smooth out your dress and place both of hour hands on your left thigh, and smile pretty for me."

Lady Jennifer snapped off a few pictures. Marcia was a little more than just self-conscience. She didn't know pictures would be taken today, or she would have put more effort into her appearance.

Again, as Lady Jennifer seemed to have a habit of reading Marcia's mind, she said, "I know many of you're are going to be very nervous about this. I also know each of you believe that you should have been told that I was going to take pictures of you, but I wanted pictures of you in your au natural state. Trust me. You all look great, and have nothing to be ashamed of.

"The most important thing to remember for these pictures is to smile. You must always look as if you are enjoying yourself. That is the only thing about your appearance that is important.

"Marcia, I now want you to pull back your hem until the side of your panties are visible. I want to see all of your legs. Good, now hold that." Lady Jennifer took a few more.

"Keeping your right knee where it is, swing your left knee as wide as it will reach. Alright, now pull back your dress so that I can just see your panties." She took some more, and by the why she adjusted the focus, Marcia could tell she was also taking close-ups of her panties.

"Now raise your dress higher so I get a full view of your panties. Excellent." It then dawned on Marcia that she had pubic hair sticking out from behind her panties, which made her even more self-conscience of her appearance.

After taking a few more pictures Lady Jennifer dropped the camera by her side. "I want you to take your panties completely off."

Marcia complied by remaining in a seated position, and slid them off as best she could. Once she was done she resumed the first position she was in with her knees together and swung over to the right.

"Marcia," chastised Lady Jennifer. "Open your legs as they were before." Once she had, and had raised her dress, Lady Jennifer continued, "Slide a little more to the edge of the seat, so I can get a clear shot of your vagina."

Lady Jennifer brought the camera back up, and as she started taking pictures she said, "I just love a nice hairy pubic mound. Some men actually prefer a woman this way, and we know this because of the large amount of activity men show towards Internet sites that cater to women like this."

Once she was done she stood up and said, "OK. Put your panties back on, and sit back down where you were." She then turned towards Alyson. "Ally, you're next."

As Marcia and Alyson exchanged seats, Marcia gave Alyson a quick hug of encouragement, which the blond, surfer girl really appreciated. 

Marcia noticed as each girl went up how incredibly shy they were about what they were doing, and yet, with Lady Jennifer's persistent cajoling, they put on the best brave and enjoyable face they could.

This shyness struck Marcia as very odd considering what they went through last night. Then she recalled that the focus of everyone's attention was on what Lady Jennifer was going through. This morning would then be the first time that each girl's vagina was the center of everyone's attention.

The last girl to go was Lisa Green. Marcia thought she was quite shy to begin with. Now it appeared she could hardly breathe. Lady Jennifer had to do a considerable amount of coaxing to spread her legs with no panties on. Finally she said, "Lisa, I am not going to take any pictures of you with your deer-in-the-headlights look. You need to calm down and smile."

It was obvious to Marcia that Lisa was trying, but the best she could pull off was a grimace. At about the time Marcia was wondering what she could do to help Lisa out, Lady Jennifer seemed to have again read her mind and said, "Lisa, I want you to lie back against the back of the couch. Marcia, go down on Lisa. Maybe if you can sex her up a bit she can loosen up enough to get these pictures taken."




Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 04



This was definitely not what Marcia had in mind when she was thinking about how to help Lisa out, yet at the same time, she had no problems with Lady Jennifer's command. As she came over to Lisa, she could tell that Lisa was horribly mortified by what was about to happen. Even though Marcia was the one having to spend time between her thighs, she actually felt sorry for Lisa, and was even feeling a little maternal towards her.

As Marcia knelt in front of Lisa, she said as calmly as she could, "Everything is going to be OK Lisa. I really do want to help you out with what you are doing, and I think Mistress Jennifer is right. This should eventually relax you."

Marcia started by bringing her hands underneath Lisa's legs so that she could grab hold of her thighs from the top and hold them open. Her first kiss landed on the upper-inner part of her right thigh, then she swapped sides to kiss again.

Her next kiss landed at the junction of her leg and pubic mound, where she lingered for a few moments while gently drawing a light suction on this spot. She then swapped over to the other side spending some time there. By now Lisa was having no problems drawing a breath. 

Marcia then focused her attention on Lisa's mound by running the tip of her tongue among the straight black hair she found there. She thought her pubic hair was very odd because it wasn't all kinky and curly. Her pubic hair seemed more like the fur of a black cat. Marcia didn't spend a lot of time there, and quickly moved her tongue down the cliff of her pubic mound to run it along her ever-swelling lips. Soon she was parting those lips, followed by suckling them.

By the time Marcia had turned her attention towards Lisa's clitoris, Lisa had taken a death grip on Marcia's head and hair. Her right hand was pulling at the back of her head, while her left hand was tangled into the top of her hair.

Marcia in turn had moved her hands up to Lisa's pelvis to pin her so she couldn't move. Locked in this position, Marcia had no difficulty giving Lisa the attention she needed. In only a matter on minutes, Marcia had Lisa enthralled in sexual bliss.

When Marcia felt Lisa had come down enough, she tried to pull away. Lisa immediately sat up, and gave Marcia a deep kiss of gratitude, which Marcia passionately returned.

Lady Jennifer commented, "Lisa, you should definitely be loose enough now."

As Marcia took her seat, Lisa spread her legs back open, and had a smile on her that was joy to behold. "That's much better," said Lady Jennifer as she began taking pictures. "You are such a pretty girl when you have a happy face like that." 

With everyone's picture taken, and Lisa back at her seat with her panties back on, Lady Jennifer sat down on the love seat as she had the night before.

"So are there any questions from what we discussed last night?" asked Lady Jennifer. Allison Lilly was the only one who raised her hand, so Lady Jennifer nodded towards her.

"Mistress Jennifer," began Allison. "I have a serious mental block about something I asked about last night that I hope you can help me get past. The logical side of my brain can understand what you said about fairness, but the emotional side is still stuck where it was. I can't help feeling that when something seems unfair to me, then I need to say it is wrong, and do something about it.

"Take what you said about how men do not do chores around the house. Is that what we are suppose to be to men? Their maids!?! Are they allowed to do what ever they want around the house and we are expected to clean up after them?"

Lady Jennifer replied, "You bring up some good questions; several in fact. First of all, I never said you were not supposed to do anything about what you thought was unfair. I only insisted that you do something that actually accomplishes something constructive. Most people who get caught up in the mindset of fairness end up in a self-destructive spiral that may level things out in their minds, yet they in fact become poorer people because of it.

"Expecting men to share in the chores around the house is an excellent example of the folly of fairness as it applies to others. When you expect him to clean up, whose opinion of 'clean enough' are you expecting him to perform to? His or yours?"

Lady Jennifer only waited a few moments for an answer, and then continued. "Most women who expect a man to share in the household chores expect the man to clean to theirs, not his. But why should the woman's view prevail? I can find considerable dirt and filth in even the cleanest woman's home, so their opinion of 'clean enough' is quite arbitrary. In our kingdom, we do not expect men to do anything around the house unless we are willing to accept their definition of good enough. I certainly would not live in a home that was clean enough for my husband."

After pause to think for a few mounts, she continued. "I remember a woman I knew back before I joined the kingdom. At the time, I worked in an office filled with professional men and women who were involved with sales and marketing. We were all expected to dress our best, because we all were in front of customers most of the time. In this office, there was this one woman who was absolutely incensed that she had to get up a full hour earlier than her male coworkers to prepare herself for work. She couldn't help but think there was some sort of male conspiracy to burden women more than men. With her, fairness was eating her up, yet it served nothing useful to her.

"The fact she blamed men for this was ridiculous. We women have far greater impact on what is proper for our appearance than men do. Her wallowing in the victim hood she had created was far more damaging than the perceived unfairness she saw in the proper appearance of men and women.

"My advice you is to stop considering who is getting the better deal out of this kingdom. Someday, hopefully before you get married, you will have to weigh the benefit of having a man of this kingdom in your life against the effort you are putting into it. If that does not balance out to you, then by all means, take your buy out price and go.

"If you really do want to shake this notion of fairness from rotting your mind, then you need to pay attention to this question. Are you going to work on the things that bring happiness to your life, or are you going to waste your life away pursuing a balancing act that quite literally only exists in your head?

"Any more questions?" Lady Jennifer asked again. It took a few moments, but eventually Becky Phadt raised her hand. "Yes Becky?"

"Mistress Jennifer, I don't understand what you meant last night about a politician being worse than a ruler. If they are elected, doesn't that mean we chose them. By your definition last night, does that not make them leaders?"

Mistress Jennifer replied, "While it is possible for a leader to be elected into office, a politician can never be a leader. A politician is a job classification. To be successful in that job you must get elected. To get elected you must say the things people want to hear so they will want to vote for you. The absolute best that you can say about such a person is that they have no other goal in mind other than to represent the wishes of the people he or she represents.

"The problem with this view is that no such person exists outside of a Frank Capra movie. All politicians have ulterior motives that they don't want to explain, so they present to the people what they believe they need to in order to get elected. Now, 99.99% of all politicians in this country believe they are doing the right thing. They believe that what's best for this country is that they get elected, and if they have to focus on what people want to hear, instead of what they actually want to do, then so be it. 'The end justifies the means.' Yet as we'll learn on another day, the end never justifies the means.

"The important thing to note here is that the people are not voting for what they believe they are. They are actually voting on an image, or better yet, a mirage. Real leaders never focus on getting elected. They present their ideas to the people who could vote for them, but if they don't get elected, so be it.

"There is much more to cover on this subject, but we'll leave that for another day when we'll go into politics. A side note to contemplate until then is that we do not believe there is such a thing as a conservative politician. Conservatism requires leaders, not politicians. These politicians may have started off as conservative leaders, but once they get it into their heads that it is more important to get elected than it is to faithfully represent conservative values, then they are by definition a politician, and are no longer a leader. 

"So-called conservative politicians have done far more damage to the conservative cause than any liberal ever could."

Lady Jennifer looked around the room and said again, "Next question?" When none seemed forthcoming she commented, "Good."

After a pause to collect her thoughts, she continued, "OK girls. This morning we are going to analyze some poorly understood concepts of communication. Specifically, we'll look at what are words for. The purpose of this analysis is to help you progress towards enlightenment. We consider ourselves to be a very enlightened people, and we demand the same of all those who wish to enter our kingdom. I don't care how deeply you believe that we are doing the right thing here, if you do not understand us, you will never be able to benefit us, and I will even go so far as to say that you will be a danger to us.

"Enlightenment is not something I can explain to you. Like much in life, you will not understand it until you achieve it, and then it will need no explanation. Enlightenment is not some sort of body of knowledge that you learn. It is more of a 'how' than it is a 'what.'

"The first thing you must do is throw out any of the preconceived notions of what you may think it is. Enlightenment is certainly not anything commonly spouted by liberals. There was a time, long ago, when liberalism was an enlightened form of thought, but not anymore, and we'll get into that transformation later. For now, just realize that the only thing separating liberals from the many other unenlightened people of this world is their delusional belief that they are indeed enlightened.

"The first step in your journey towards enlightenment is to ponder the ownership of your thoughts. Let me ask you a question. Of all of the ideas running around in your brain, what percentage of them are your original ideas -- as oppose to those you have received from someone else?"

Lady Jennifer looked at all of the girls, but didn't see anyone offering their opinion. "Doesn't anyone have a guess?" She paused for a few more moments, and then continued, "I'll give you a hint. The percentage is exactly the same for everyone. How about now? Anyone? No?"

Feeling a little exasperated she continued, "OK. I'll tell you. Would you believe it's 100%? Whether you like to believe it or not, every single idea in your head is your original thought. If you don't believe that all of the ideas in your head are your ideas, then you will always have problems with taking control of your life. 

"To understand how what I said is true, let's start with looking at what communication is. Most would say that it is the transfer of ideas from one person to another. The problem with this definition is that no such thing has ever taken place -- not counting the possibility of telepathy. What actually occurs is that someone with an idea translates that idea into words -- either spoken or written, it doesn't matter. Then another person translates, or as I prefer, interprets those words into ideas. So any idea in your head, you put there yourself. The transmitter of the words may have inspired the receiver, but it is the receiver who is responsible for the specific ideas in his or her head. 

"Another way to put it is that the only meaning you can get out of the words you see is what you bring to them. It is the experience that you have gained up until the moment that you have read those words, and your own God-given imagination, that will determine what meaning you will get from them. The person who wrote those words played no part in what experiences you have had until then, so they really are not responsible for any new ideas you have gained by reading the words. With this understanding of communication, it is easy to see why so many people read things into words the author never intended. 

"Effective communication requires a feedback process where the receiver of the words replies back with their understanding of what they have received, and the transmitter confirms, or corrects, the receivers reply until a true understanding takes place.

"Now imagine how this feedback process would work with people you have dehumanized as evil people, assuming it could work at all. Do you really think you are going to understand anything that they have to say? Or are you just going to assign the most evil meaning you can think of, and just leave it at that?

"Let's try another question." She then looked at Evellyn and said, "I want to apologize up front if what I am about to say offends you. That is not my intent." Then back to all of the girls she asks, "Why do you suppose a white supremist would call a black man a nigger? I'm not talking about why black men call each other niggers. We'll get into that self-destructive form of hypocrisy later. I want to know why a white supremist would use it?"

Like the last question, no one was raising their hand. This was getting to be a bit much for Lady Jennifer. "Listen up girls. I know you are not empty-headed dolts. I know you have some idea in there, and I want to hear it. I can assure you, the cowardice you are demonstrating with your silence is a much greater sin in my eyes than any wrong answer you can give.

"So I'll ask one last time before the spankings begin. Why does the white supremist call the black man a nigger?"

This time most of the girls brought their hands up, including Evellyn. While Lady Jennifer was more intrigued by what Evellyn had to say, she felt Sandra would give her the wrong answer she was looking for. "Sandra, what is your answer?"

"Mistress Jennifer," began Sandra. "They are evil men who want to do harm to the black man. Isn't the answer obvious?"

"No. Your answer was obvious, but not the answer I am looking for," said Lady Jennifer. "This is another thing you girls need to understand if you are going to be enlightened people. Just because you have found a factually correct answer to a question, does not mean you have found the answer that you need to find. The only way you know that you have found the right answer is when you can use that answer to accomplish something productive. Your answer, Sandra, gets us nowhere.

"I want you girls to think about answers that lead to solutions. Why does the white-supremist call the black man a nigger?"

This time only Evellyn raised her hand, which made things easy because that's who she was going to go with anyway. "Yes Evellyn?"

"Mistress Jennifer," replied Evellyn. "I want to first state that I am not offended by the question, but I am by the idea that you think you need to apologize to me up front. As for the question itself, he uses that word because it gets the black man to respond in the way he wants."

"Very good answer, Evellyn." Lady Jennifer then followed up with, "And I apologize for my actual offense, because you are quite correct. I should not have made an assumption of you that I would not have made of someone that I should respect. Now, what solution does your answer lead to?" 

Evellyn replied very easily, "Do not react to anything assholes have to say, Mistress Jennifer."

"Well said," exclaimed Lady Jennifer. "For those of you who could not follow what we are talking about, the way I like to answer the question of 'why does the white-supremist call the black man nigger?' is to say 'because it works.'

"The white-supremist, or better put 'assholes,' could have called the black man a 'book,' a 'tree,' or even a 'sock,' but none of these words would have gotten the black man to respond as if he were mortally wounded. The asshole has no control over how the black man is going to respond to any of the words he uses, so the black man must surrender control over himself to the assholes for the assholes to have the effect they desire.

"I'm sure the black man believes that he is defending his pride when he responds with outrage over the insult, but true pride requires no defense. In fact, the mere defense of pride is a declaration that it does not exist. The black man has simply fallen into the trap laid out by liberals that believe you can be empowered by being a victim, when it's actually the liberal elite that derives power from victim-hood, not their self-proclaimed victims."

Lady Jennifer paused for a few moments to let what she said settle in, and then continued. "I'm not saying that there should be no response at all, I'm just saying don't give them the one they want. They want the black man to be the victim, so the best response is to not be one. Any emotion that borders on anger is a declaration of victim status, and this will only justify why the assholes do it. The absolute worse thing you could do in the eyes of these assholes is to look upon them with the pity they deserve.

"The most important thing to take away from this part of our lesson is that if you see any evil in the words used by those you disagree, you must take responsibility that you are the one that put the evil meaning in them. The people uttering those words may truly be evil, but you will never accomplish anything worthwhile if you don't accept responsibility for the ideas in your head. Don't be a willing accomplice to those who wish you harm."

Lady Jennifer looked into the eyes of each of there girls, and then said, "Any questions before we move onto the next topic?"

She looked around again but didn't see questioning looks, so she proceeded on. "The next topic of discussion is context. Words rarely have absolute meanings. In other words, most words cannot be understood by themselves. They're just words without any ability to convey ideas on their own. Context is required in order to give them meaning.

"I'm sure you have seen plenty of examples where selected words from someone's speech are pulled out and presented on their own so that they can convey a different meaning than the one the speaker intended. As common as this may be, it does not reflect a serious problem. This is just another form of lying, and can be dealt with by carefully considering the source of the information.

"What I want to spend my time on are two serious problems associated with context that are not apparent. The most prevalent is actually a type of self-deception. This is the kind where you do hear everything said, but because you don't live in the world of the speaker, you get a different meaning.

"As an example, let's say we are all discussing our preferred weapons to go into combat with, and that this discussion was being recorded. Each of you mentions different things like M16's or AK-47's or Uzi's or whatever. Then it gets around to me and I say I would prefer a light saber, and just left it at that. Of course we all would know that I am speaking of the fictitious weapon of the equally fictitious Jedi Knight. On the other hand, someone reading this discussion a thousand years from now would probably believe that I prefer to fight with a sword that does not weigh that much.

"Some one in the future does not live in our world, and unless they see some reference to Star Wars in the words we are using, they would never even know to look for another meaning for light saber.




Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 04



"When it comes to understanding the words of people who live in different worlds, the one that is having the biggest impact in our nation right now, is the two different worlds of the liberals and the conservatives. Liberals are at a particular disadvantage to understanding conservatives, than conservatives are in understanding liberals, and there are two key reasons for this. First of all, there are no former conservatives among the ranks of liberals. Absolutely none. So they have no one in their lives that can adequately offer the necessary feedback required for proper communication.

"On the other hand, most conservatives are former liberals. They just grew up and realized that liberalism equals socialism before they bought into the fantasy of socialism as a functional process. So as a conservative, you either have lived in the world of the liberal, or you know someone who has. This gives conservatives a large advantage in understand the other side of this intellectual conflict,"

Alyson Frazier raised her hand at this point. "Yes, Ally?"

"Mistress Jennifer, I find that to be a rather bold statement. People only convert from liberal to conservative, not the other way. How can that be true?"

"The reasons why conversions are only one way are directly related to the real differences between them, and I am not ready to get into that right now," responded Lady Jennifer. After thinking for a few moments she said, "Now, my husband once ran across someone who claimed to be a former conservative, but now was a liberal. When Jacob pushed this guy to tell him how this could have taken place, he told him that he always voted as his father told him, which was Republican, until he finally went away to college (at age 30) and found 'himself.' Someone who just does what they are told could never be a conservative. This was not a conversion from a conservative to a liberal; this was a conversion from a putz to a yutz." 

"Getting back to the topic at hand, the other disadvantage liberals have is the heavily liberal-biased media that we all experience. Even when liberals hear the words of conservatives from their preferred media source, these words are framed in a liberal context to send a liberal message.

"Take the issue of gay marriage. I do not know anyone I have met who is against gay marriage because of religious reasons. I know there are people who do, but they don't represent the majority of people against gay marriage. Yet the mainstream media are always showing these people as if they are the ones that represent the opposition just so that they can label all people who oppose gay marriage as nothing but religious bigots.

"On the rare occasion when we are given an opportunity to respond to this by stating that gay marriage will destroy marriage as an institution that benefits our society, this gets framed in the media as if we believe gay marriage threatens our marriages personally, which of course only makes us look like a bunch of idiots. I think that I can state quite confidently that there is not a single person against gay marriage who believes their own marriage is threatened by it, but that is not the impression you would get in the mainstream media.

"Because of these constant and never ending distortions, people on the left can claim they know why those on the right are against gay marriage, but the reality is they don't. Everyone I know, including me, is against gay marriage because it is a lie. The gender of the people involved in a marriage is not irrelevant. I for one am not going to drink the Kool-Aid of the liberal agenda and say our children do not need a mother and a father in their lives.

"Yet the point of this discussion is not to debate the merits of gay marriage. This is far too important of a subject to cover only lightly. We'll have an entire lesson focused solely on this subject another day, because it leads into why marriage is so important. Today we are talking about the dishonesty of the mainstream media in presenting the conservative message. It only shows the conservative words that they want to present in order to deliver a liberal message. In this case, they want to send the message that those against gay marriage are either religious bigots or paranoid fools. Liberals in fact do not want an honest debate on the issue of gay marriage, and they construct a delusional world about their opposition in order to avoid it." 

"So liberals really are at a disadvantage if they want to know what is on the minds of those they oppose. Conservatives on the other hand are buried deep in the liberal media, so they have no problems what so ever in finding the messages of those they oppose. They have to go out of their way to find true conservative messages, but they at least know where to go.

"The take away point of this part of the topic is that if you actually want to understand what the other side has to say, then you can't take for granted that your are getting their message. You may only be getting their words formed and framed to deliver some other message.

"If you are not interested in really understanding the messages of those your disagree with, that's fine, just don't call yourself enlightened. Enlightenment is not about knowing what you want to know, it's about knowing what you should know.

"Any liberal who does not believe he should know about those he considers to be the biggest threat to his life and liberty -- bigger than even the jihadists -- is not only unenlightened, he is also a moron." 

Lady Jennifer paused again. "How are we doing so far? Still hanging in there?" She was getting some nods of encouragement. "Good.

"When I started this line about context, I said there are two serious problems associated wit it. We covered the first one, which is believing that you understand the words of people who live in different worlds, and the disadvantage liberals have in this case. The other problem is far more insidious.

"Just as the meaning of words cannot be fully understood unless the context they are being used is known, the flips side can also be true. That is, sometimes words come with a context already associated with them. This already established context makes them susceptible to something we call context hijacking.

"In context hijacking you take the context of one word in order to replace the context of another. A couple of benign examples that are easy to understand are the evolution of stewardess to flight attendant, and secretary to administrative assistant. In both of these cases, neither job actually changed, just the names.

"The reason for the name change is that negative connotations got associated with the original terms, and rather than educating the populace about the real importance of these positions, the members of these positions decided to call themselves something else to give people a more positive idea of what they do.

"Like I said, these examples are benign. The important thing to take note at this time is that they did not do this for those that belonged to their group. They did this for those outside of it, and more important to note is that they did this because they did not want to bother with educating those outside of their group of the importance of their work.

"When I began this lesson on what are words for, I mentioned that liberalism was once an enlightened form of thought. It actually was, but that hasn't been true since the beginning of the twentieth century. At the time, liberalism was about focusing on the individual and liberating him to be the best that he can be.

"Then something happened, and I'll let the words of Norman Thomas explain it. He said these words in 1927, and then went on to be the six-time nominee of the Socialist Party for the president of the United States. He said, 'The American people would never vote for socialism...but under the name of liberalism, the American people will adopt every fragment of the socialist program.' 

"I'm still not able to define enlightenment for you, but I can assure you socialism is one of the many antithesis to it. Socialism is about sacrificing the individual for the common good, yet there cannot be a common good when the individual is sacrificed. When socialists hijacked the context of liberalism, liberalism died as an enlightened form of thought.

"I'm sure the socialists at the time thought that they were enlightened, and they wanted to use liberalism because they believed that socialism got its name unfairly associated with negative things. Yet just as the names flight attendant and administrative assistant are used by people who don't want to educate those outside of their group, the same can be said of liberals. They do not want to educate people outside of their group either; specifically that they are socialist.

"The big question to ponder here is, who are the ones that are outside of their group that they don't want to hear that they are socialists. They are not doing it for conservatives. Most conservatives are those that left liberalism once they understood it to be socialism, so the context hijacking is not going to work on them.

"This goes to a key difference between conservatives and liberals that we'll get into more on another day. Liberals are actually made up of two distinct groups. There are the elites, and there are the tools -- although a more accurate label is the socialist and their useful idiots.

"Whether you are a tool or an elite depends upon your motivation in defending liberalism from the charge that it is nothing more than socialism. If you actually believe that the charge is false, then you are a tool. If on the other hand you believe that most people will never understand that socialism is the best thing for them, then you are an elite. If you actually respected people enough to try to convince them that socialism is the right thing, then you are a socialist, and you would have no need for liberalism.

"Conservatism on the other hand has no need for context hijacking. Everyone in it is expected to understand it. The closest example of context hijacking that I have seen from a conservative is when the current President Bush ran as a 'compassionate' conservative. This absolutely infuriated me, because this implied that conservatism is normally not compassionate.

"Yet the exact opposite is true. If you want to be compassionate you must start with conservative principles. Compassion is not something you demand someone else to do for you -- like the government. Compassion is something you must do your self. George Bush set the conservative agenda way back by that campaign. Like I said, conservative politicians are always our worst enemy.

"Any questions so far?" Lady Jennifer asked. Sandra Nelson and Alyson Frazier raised their hands. "Yes Sandra?"

"Mistress Jennifer, since you are saying that liberalism is not enlightened, are you implying that conservatism is?" Sandra asked.

"Oh, heavens no!" exclaimed Lady Jennifer. "I think it's pretty safe to say that most conservatives are not enlightened -- hence the politicians that claim to be conservative. Yet conservatism is a good place to start towards enlightenment. Most conservatives know they are going in the right direction, but they don't really understand why."

Then looking at Alyson, "Your question, Ally."

"Mistress Jennifer, I just can't see calling myself a conservative. Are there any other options?"

"The problem you are having is that you see conservatism as a group identity, not as a form of thought," replied Lady Jennifer. Then after thinking a few moments she said, "This reminds me of a scene in a movie about Gandhi. A reporter asked him that since he was always quoting Christ, why wasn't he a Christian? Then Gandhi replied, 'because of Christians.'

"So his rejection of Christianity was because of the actions of Christians, not because of Christ himself. This is a mistake made by many people. They focus on the negative in a group to the detriment of themselves, instead of finding the positive, which can build their lives to something they could ever imagine. 

"A political example of this is a lesbian talk radio host called Tammy Bruce. She was once the president of the Los Angeles branch of the National Organization of Women. Once she finally understood what liberalism really was, she was faced with the same predicament you are. Her solution was to call herself a Classical Liberal in order to bring back the original meaning of the word. Personally, I think she is just fooling herself.

"What she does not understand is that if conservatism fails in this country, then everything she is fighting for will fail also. Her refusal to become a conservative, and shape the conservative movement into something she finds more acceptable to her, is really nothing more than her formal liberal thinking creeping out that it is more important to make a statement than it is to be effective.

"The absolute worst examples of this are the libertarians. Or as another talk show host calls them, the 'losertarians,' because that is what they are. These people are no different than liberals in their need to make a statement, rather than actually accomplishing anything in life. The only impact they have had, is making sure liberals have won political races that conservatives could have taken. I'll have a lot more to say on the masturbatory acts of libertarians on another day.

"Getting back to Gandhi; my mind reels with the possibilities for the future of Christianity if Gandhi had decided to become a Christian. As a pure theological exercise, it's quite fascinating. Not only would Christianity as a whole had benefited, but so would have he."

Then back to Alyson, "Ally, you have the same sort of choice to make. Are you going to accept how conservatism is defined for you, and run from it, or are you going to make it into what you believe it should be? Tammy Bruce and all of those 'losertarians' have decided that it is best for conservatism as they see it to fail, as if this is going to benefit them in some way; as if this is not going to devastate everything they claim to be working for.

"So are you going to work in a way that benefits your life, or are you more concerned with not associating yourself with those you only somewhat disagree with? 

"Any more questions?" Alyson's hand came back up. "You have more Ally? Go ahead."

"Mistress Jennifer, I'm finding this all hard to take in. I know liberals have socialistic tendencies, but to call them all socialist, and to claim they are intentionally lying about it seems a bit much. How can you be so sure?"

"It's not all that hard Ally." Lady Jennifer began. "You should take a look at a recent Democrat Presidential debate. In it, a very sincere tool asked Senator Clinton to define liberalism, and asked how as president she would defend it. I'm not surprised he asked that question; in fact, I don't know why more don't.

"As an elite, Ms. Clinton couldn't very well say it's socialism, so she said what any self-respecting liberal elite would say in that position. She denied being a liberal, and in fact called herself progressive. Of course she didn't define progressive either. That's because there isn't a damn bit of difference between the two, so what could she say?

"You see, liberalism was never meant to be defined. The word is being used because of its context; because of what people think when they hear it. Many liberals have now started calling themselves progressives because the liberal context has lost its sheen... and their useful idiots have started asking questions. 

"Any more?" she said as she looked around the room. None seemed to be coming, so she proceeded. "It is now time for the last topic of the day, which are words that are factually correct, but are none the less deceptions. In other words, what you say when you use them may be true, but don't for a second believe that you are talking about something that is real.

"What I just said sounds strange, huh?

"The main point I want to tell you, I can't just tell you up front. If I did, you would not get it. I have to work my way down to it, starting off with something that should be fairly simple for you to grasp, then continuing down a couple more levels of understanding. After the final level I should then be able to tell you what I need to tell you.

"These three levels are examples of what we call the non-existent opposites. This is where we have something that definitely does exist, so naturally we assume its opposite does also, yet in fact, it doesn't.

"Up first, level number one... There is no such thing as darkness. Dark does not exist. Light does exist. When you turn on a light bulb, photons come out. Yet conversely, when you turn off the bulb, darkness does not come out.

"Darkness is nothing more than a communication tool. It was created so that instead of saying 'there is insufficient light in the room to see,' we can say instead 'the room is dark.' 

"Are you all OK so far? That was the easy one. The important thing to note is that you can say something that is factually correct, such as a room being dark, but that doesn't mean the thing you said is real.

"Ready for level two? It's a little harder." The girls seemed eager to continue, so she did.

"Level two... There is no such thing as cold; there is only varying degrees of heat. The word cold was created so that instead of saying 'there is insufficient heat in a room to be comfortable,' we can now say 'the room is cold.'

"This level is a bit more difficult to grasp. Particularly when we can open a door in a warm room to the outside, and feel the cold air rush in. It makes cold appear to be more real than dark, but it isn't. One way to show that it doesn't exist is by looking at how a refrigerator works.

"Many people believe that refrigerators work by creating cold inside of it. Worse yet, they believe that if you leave the door open it will cool off the kitchen, yet the exact opposite is true. Refrigerators are nothing more than heat pumps. They transfer heat, which does exist, from the inside of it to the outside, and they generate heat in doing so. Leaving a refrigerator door open will, in fact, heat up the kitchen.

"So to wrap up both levels up so far, dark does not exist, but light does. Cold does not exist, but heat does. You can use dark and cold in a sentence and be factually correct, but that does not make them real.

"The final level is the most difficult to grasp, and some of you really won't get exactly what I am talking about. I have to cover it anyway, so that you will at least understand the final point I want to make, even if I haven't convinced you that it is true.

"Level three... There is no 'them'; there is only 'us'. 'Us' and 'them' are words used to help us understand the people we encounter. The process of understanding almost anything is through categorization. We group like things together in our minds in order to draw relationships and dissimilarities. The important thing that you must understand is that this categorization occurs in our mind and is not a reality.

"As you will learn as your enlightenment grows, the things that work for you are real, and the things that work against you are illusion. The concept of 'us' works in our favor; the concept of 'them' works against us.

"To help you understand this, consider the thoughts that run through your head when someone does something wrong. When one of 'us' does something wrong we think in terms of forgiveness and redemption. When one of 'them' does something wrong we think in terms of retribution and revenge. Which of these actions do you suppose is something that builds, and which do you suppose is something that destroys? 

"The worst part of believing in the existence of 'them' is how it allows us to be controlled by people who engage in what's called us-and-them politics. They seek to gain power by making a 'them' out of people who should be part of 'us.'




Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 05



This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex.

Posted 27 Dec 07 -- Revised June 09

Chapter 5: To Protect & Empower

The very same morning that Marcia first woke up in the room she shared with Laura, Christopher Carlson found himself sitting across an imposing desk from Anthony Quillis; in Anthony's downtown real estate office.

Chris had been wondering if this day would ever come. He entered the kingdom's boot camp over fifteen weeks ago, and was seriously believing that he was never going to be selected by a squad leader. Most of the men he saw entering boot camp were selected within three to four weeks. There was one other guy who was selected after twelve, but no one was in it as long as he was.

This had perplexed him, because he thought he was much more talented than others that were selected faster than he was. He knew he scored better than most in all of his exams, and performed better in almost all of the sporting events he participated in. Towards the end he was tutoring many of the other guys with their studies, and was always one of the first selected when teams were chosen. Yet he kept seeing others being selected instead of him.

Chris was young -- just turned twenty one -- tall, blond and very athletic looking. He thought he was in pretty good shape before he entered boot camp, but after near daily physical competitions, he was now lean and hard. He was dressed as he was the past fifteen weeks in just jeans and a t-shirt. His posture in his chair was relaxed, but not slouching.

Anthony, sitting across from Chris, was a similar sort of man, but more harder and darker in appearance. With slightly graying, close cut hair, he had the look and feel of a Marine drill sergeant. He was dressed in a crisp, charcoal colored business suit, and sat at his desk as if he were a king on a throne.

He had been studying Chris for a few moments, before finally saying, "I'll bet this has been quite a morning for you. Tell me how you feel."

Chris exhaled, and just then had realized that he had been holding his breath. As he did so, he ran his hand through his hair as he tried to collect his thoughts. "I know this is something that I have been looking forward to for sometime, but now that it has happened, I don't know what to think. When I went into that boot camp I thought I would be learning how to prepare for my life in this kingdom, but I don't recall anything about it being covered. I have learned a great deal about history, math, language and art, yet I feel more in the dark now about what I thought I was going to learn than I was going in.

"I guess I'm just dazed, because I don't know what I have done now that I hadn't done the first week I was in that finally got me selected. I know I have learned more than anyone else in boot camp, so why it has taken me so much longer, I just don't understand."

Anthony replied, "Why your were selected, when you were selected, had nothing to do with anything you have done or learned. What you and all others outside of the kingdom call boot camp, we within the kingdom call the crucible. Do you know what a crucible is?" 

"Strangely enough," replied Chris. "...or not so strangely... that question was on a recent exam. It is a vessel made of material that does not melt easily, and is used for high temperature chemical reactions."

Anthony nodded his head, "That's the dictionary definition. The literary answer would be something used to determine what something is made of. So the reason for what you have gone through isn't about what you have learned, but what we have learned about you. The length of time you spent in the crucible says more about us than it does about you."

"But why fifteen weeks?" Chris asked.

Anthony pondered what Chris asked, and then replied. "Before I continue I need to establish some ground work. As this day progresses I am going to appear to be evasive in some of my replies, but only because you have to learn other things before I can talk about what I am avoiding. Rest assured that by the end of the day there will be no major secrets left about this kingdom.

"You are almost a full member of this kingdom. All that you have left to do is to swear an oath, but I have to make sure you fully understand what that oath is before I ask you to take it. My intent for today is to be open and honest about everything, and the only thing I am going to expect from you is that you be open and honest too. To accomplish what I must today I need you to speak your mind, or I will never be able to believe you when you take the oath. Just saying words is meaningless to me. I need to feel that you believe those words when you say them.

"There are many things I will say to you today that will lead you to believe that I'll disapprove of what you are thinking. So what? There is nothing you can say that will get you kicked out of this kingdom, so say what you believe. You will not be punished. You can only get kicked out of this kingdom by your actions, not your beliefs. I have complete faith in the crucible, so I know you are the type of person we need in this kingdom, regardless of how much you may disagree with what I am saying.

"As you will come to understand of us in this kingdom, we do not see ourselves as perfect, which means we know we don't have all of the answers. The only way to find them is through diversity of thought, which means that if you believe you have a different perspective on something, then it is your responsibility to say what it is.

"The only word of caution I would give is that while we do seek diversity in thought, we do not seek diversity in our goals. Our goals are established through a strict chain of command. We want you to think outside of the box in accomplishing your duties, but you don't get to decide what those duties are."

Anthony shifted his position in his chair as if trying to take a closer look at Chris, then said, "I know you have many questions that need answering, but it's best if I begin by asking you some. I've heard from many people their account of how you came to be in my office, now I would like to hear it from you. What brought you here? Why do you want to be in the kingdom? And more important, what do you believe this kingdom is all about?"

"Sure thing Mr. Quillis..." Chris began.

"Call me Anthony," Anthony interrupted.

"...Anthony..." Chris continued. "A little over a year ago, I started working at this car dealership in the parts department. From the day I interviewed for the position, I was incredibly impressed by my manager. I'm not gay or anything, but he was just someone I liked being around. I could have found a better paying job, but I really enjoyed working there. Eventually I found that many of the people who worked there were like him, including the owner of the dealership.

"After a month I found out that what they all had in common was that they went to the same church. I wasn't looking to go to another church, but I thought it was at least worth checking out. My boss said that anyone was welcome, so I decided to go.

"I'm a Methodist, so I am always a little leery of other churches. My experiences with them have been pretty negative. They preach a lot of hell-fire and damnation, and not enough about helping our fellow man the way Jesus always taught. The last time I went to another church prior to this, a full-on pro-Iraq war rally broke out. I was horrified.

"But this church was nothing like that. It was wonderful. It was all about people deeply relating to other people through Christ. It was easy for me to go back again and again. While I have always enjoyed going to church, I now looked forward to it more than ever.

"I also made new friends there that were really quite special. Through them I learned about this kingdom. Some of these friends belonged to it, and others didn't. The ones that belonged to it never really talked about it, or for that matter, never really avoided talking about it either. It was just there.

"I'm not to sure how to explain it. I could tell it was important to them, but they never made me feel like I was on the outside because I didn't belong to it. All that really mattered was that we all worshipped Christ. So eventually I saw it as an extended family, and nothing more.

"Things changed when my friend Pete said he was joining the kingdom. He told me that he was going away for a few weeks, but I would see him soon. A few weeks stretched out to four before I saw him again, and when he returned, he had clearly changed. He was more confident and vibrant; the same kind of qualities I saw in my boss.

"When I asked him about what it was that had such a positive impact on him, all he could say was that it wasn't a secret, but it wasn't something he could explain either. It was just something I had to experience. Frankly, when he said that, it gave me the creeps. Yet I couldn't deny the results that were staring me in the face. It was then I decided I had to join. 

"Up 'til then, I just assumed it was the church that made people like my boss, but now I saw that it was the kingdom. I asked Pete about joining, but all he could say was that it would be at least a few years before he could recommend people for entry. He suggested I try my boss.

"So I went to him, and told him how impressed I was with everyone I knew who was in the kingdom, and asked him if I could join. His response was a bit cryptic. He said 'There is nothing magical about the kingdom. It's just a family by choice, rather than by blood. The only real difference is that we place a lot of expectations on each other. If you're not able to become the kind of person you think we are on your own, then there is nothing the kingdom can do to help you. Are you sure you want to join our kingdom?'

"I said I was, so he told me he would nominate me for submission into the kingdom's initiation process, but it might take a while before there is an open slot. I asked what that would entail, and he said that I should think about a military boot camp, but without all of the screaming and yelling. As such, he said, I had to demonstrate that I could motivate myself to excel, and would not need any coercion to do so.

"It took a couple of weeks before I finally got in. The last thing my boss said to me was that my job would be waiting for me, so no matter how long it took, be patient with the process.

"Little did I know how patient I had to be. Monday through Saturday it was fourteen hours a day of studying, taking tests, exercising, and participating in physical competitions. Sunday we caught a break, because it was only ten hours. For a while there I actually lost track of time. If it wasn't for the daily logs we had to keep, I doubt I could tell you no how long I was in there."

Chris paused for a moment to collect his thoughts and finally replied, "There is no doubt that I learned a lot. I just wish I could understand what that was all about, and why I didn't learn anything of the kingdom."

Much to Chris' disappointment, Anthony wasn't ready yet to supply any answers just yet. "Just a few more questions Chris. What were you told by your drill instructor when you began your training about what would be expected of you?"

That was a tough one for Chris, because it was so long ago. "I can't remember the exact words, but it was something like I had to demonstrate that I believe that my time in the boot camp was not a waste of my time regardless of the outcome... No, that's not right. It was more like that I should be grateful for my time in the boot camp even if I was never selected to get in."

Anthony nodded his head. "Close enough. Unlike college students, we need people in our kingdom that are not interested in just pursing a degree, or any other artificial rewards. We need people that see education as its own reward. So if you believed that what were doing wasn't worth doing for its own sake, you would never be selected. Yet this is not the primary role of the crucible.

"You talked about how much you enjoyed our church. How would you describe the brand of Christianity there?"

Chris was a little confused by the question, but he answered as well as he could. "I really enjoyed the outreach for the poor, and the real difference we made in peoples lives. I also liked how it wasn't focused on keeping people out of hell, and more about enriching the lives of everyone. I guess I would call the church a liberal Christian one, at least that is what it seems to me."

Anthony replied, "That's a fair enough description, but I wouldn't use the word liberal. We prefer to describe ourselves as tolerant Christians, because we are very open minded to what ever you may feel is the right way for you to follow. Liberal implies a political bias that we don't believe belongs in church.

"This brings me to the function of the church and the crucible as they apply to getting people into our kingdom. We use the church to filter out the religiously intolerant, and we us the crucible to filter out the politically intolerant.

"The people who are very adamant and intolerant about what a person should believe religiously find our church very frustrating. They really need to hear a lot of 'hell-fire and damnation,' as you would say, in order to be reassured that what they believe is correct. Since they don't get that our church, they just end up moving along.

"While the church has other functions besides filtering out undesirables, the crucible does not. It's sole purpose is to eliminate the politically intolerant. Can you guess how it does that?"

Chris was even more confused by this question. "No, I can't. I don't even know what you mean by politically intolerant."

"It's pretty simple." Anthony replied. "If you believe that only your solution is the right solution, and all people opposed to your solutions are also against your goals, then you are politically intolerant. Basically, you believe that things have to go your way, and if someone is against your way, then they are also against you. 

"With this understanding, can you now see how the crucible filters them out? Think about what you went through, and whether at anytime you felt that you wanted to just give up and leave."

"I felt like giving up many times; probably everyday for the past eight weeks. I still don't see what you mean," said Chris.

"So why didn't you give up?" Anthony continued to prod Chris.

"I'm not sure," said Chris. "No one appeared to be giving up on me. My drill instructors continued to insist that I learn more, and physically develop more. It seemed to me that I would be letting them down if I gave up." 

"Very good answer, Chris. It was your proving that quality about you that convinced me you would be a good person to select for my squad. You need to remember that as we move forward today.

"The type of person we are trying to filter out in the crucible we have a simplistic label for, and that's liberal."

When it looked like Chris was about to protest, Anthony headed him off. "I know, I know. You think you're liberal, so how come it didn't filter you out. You need to realize that you are liberal in name only; most liberals are. When we look at liberals we don't see one monolithic group; we see two. The people we are trying to filter out are the liberal elites, or those that will soon become one.

"You call yourself a liberal because you agree with the stated goals of the liberal elites. Yet you do not have the core values that we abhor in them, which are completely incompatible with the purpose and goals of this kingdom.

"Our crucible filters them out in three ways. The first is by establishing a routine from dawn 'til late at night of intense learning and physical competitions with no breaks or days off. This goes against their sense of how they must decide for themselves what to do in their lives, and they usually give up on this alone.

"The next thing that drives them off is the curriculum. There is none of the multi-cultural, revisionist-history nonsense that is the norm at universities these days. If they last the first few weeks they are usually gone when they actually have take tests where the correct answer is some thing like the fact that our Founding Fathers established the United States of America as a Christian nation. The government they established was secular, but they believed they were establishing a very religious nation nonetheless. This absolutely burns the liberals and their ridiculous notion that freedom of religion requires freedom from religion.

"In your case, you may have disagreed with what you were learning, but you didn't complain about it. This is no different than what conservative students have to put up with when they go to college. They have to nod politely when the liberal professor goes off on one of his socialist-centered rants. They are not allowed to answer tests, or do homework based on their beliefs, but on what the professor wants to see if they want to get a college education. Yet when liberal elites have the tables turned on them, they buckle.

"The third and final way the crucible filters out the people we don't want is through delaying their selection into the kingdom. As I am sure you saw, most of the people were selected within three to four weeks. But there are two different groups that we hold off selecting. One group is the people we think will make good leaders, so we want to test their mettle. The others are anyone we think might be a liberal elite.

"The hallmark of a liberal elite is how obsessed with fairness he or she is. They will not tolerate anything they think is unfair. When they see people they think are inferior to them get selected into the kingdom ahead of them, they just see this selection process as being unfair. They will look right past all of the personal development they are going through, and just give up when they don't get selected when they think they should. 

"How unfair did you think it was when you weren't selected until now?"

Chris replied as if he was still trying to connect the dots of what he went through. "A little I suppose... but fifteen weeks!? Was that really necessary? How long could I have been held in there?"

"How long?" replied Anthony. "There is a limit, but it's not a timed thing. Every person who enters this kingdom has to complete what we call the prime curriculum. If you don't finish it in the crucible, you will finish it later as a member of the kingdom. All of our children are expected to complete it before they graduate high school. You were on track to complete it in another three weeks, then we would have had to let you in anyway. So yes, there is a limit.

"What created problems for you is that you didn't just identify yourself as a liberal. You also went on to say that Jesus Christ was a liberal. Just how certain of that are you?"

"Very certain," Chris said quite confidently. "There was never a greater advocate for the care of the poor and downtrodden than Jesus. They idea that he would be on the side of the rich and powerful is absurd. I could quote you hundreds of versus that clearly show him as a liberal. Care to hear few?"

"Save it," Anthony said dryly. "You can derive any meaning you want from any verse you want. People have been committing great acts of evil by doing just that for almost two millennia.

"Instead, allow me ask you a few questions. Do you think Jesus has commanded each of use to care for the poor, or do you think that he has commanded each of us to demand others to do it? Or how about giving to the poor? Do you think he only expects you to do it if you can also force others to do it against their will?"

It would appear that Anthony's questions were rhetorical, because he went on without waiting for a response from Chris. "I'm not against your goals Chris. My problem is with your chosen methods. You have much to learn about politics, and one of the hardest for you to grasp is that politics are not your core values. Politics are how you choose to express your core values. People who are politically or religiously intolerant -- without exception -- believe their politics are part of their core values. That is specifically why they are so intolerant.




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"Another day we'll get more into politics, but for now I want you to contemplate how we in this kingdom define the difference between good and bad politics. Bad politics is nothing more than tyranny of the majority. With good politics, all involved participate of their own free will without any threat of coercion.

"There is nothing political about the message of grace and redemption that Christ brought to mankind. He was neither a conservative nor a liberal. If you honestly believe that Christ's message was meant to be delivered by the force of law, then you have much yet to learn about him.

"Listen carefully now. Laws are what you pass when you no longer wish to respect those that you disagree with. If you can construe that He wanted you to follow His words by disrespecting others, then you are missing out on so much of the beauty that He can bring to your life."

Anthony wanted Chris to think about what he said for a few moments before continuing. "The reason why believing that Christ is a liberal creates problems for us is that once you have become emotionally invested in the concept of liberalism, then the only way you can be converted to conservatism is by identifying with a conservative, and realizing that the reason why you respect that person is because of his conservative principles. Reason has nothing to do why anyone is a liberal, so reason cannot be used to lead anyone away.

"Once you get it into your head that Jesus is a liberal, no mere mortal can ever live up to that, so there isn't much hope in converting you to a conservative. That is why no squad leader wanted to take you on. Personally, I don't care what you call yourself. I might be proven wrong later, but I think there is a lot of potential in you.

"I meant what I said earlier. I like diversity of thought. Perform your duties and you can believe what ever you like. Now, before we get into those duties, do you have any questions so far?"

"Sure," said Chris. "What makes you think I want to be a conservative?"

"I guess you weren't listening to me," Anthony flatly replied. "A change of politics does not mean a change in who you are. I'm not asking you to change what you want in life, I'm only asking you to reconsider your means for accomplishing them."

Chris had another question. "You said earlier that I had no say in my duties. What if I don't like them? What if I think they aught to be different? Am I a slave in this kingdom?"

Anthony was clearly annoyed by these questions, and his replies showed it. "Only a liberal could see slavery in something that he can freely walk away from.

"As for changing your duties, you will have to do something no liberal elite would ever consider, and that is to show respect for those you disagree with. You will have to look upon anyone up your chain of command as someone that is not a monster, and see them as someone who actually wants what is best for those that he leads. You will have to treat him as someone that can be reasoned with, and use logic, not emotion, to change his mind.

"There is no democracy here, so you can't employ the liberal's favored weapon of class envy and hatred to gain what you desire. If you want to move up the chain of command, and directly effect the goals of the kingdom, and in turn the duties the men must perform, then you must show respect for that chain of command."

"Hey," exclaimed Chris. "What are your getting mad at me for? You're the one who told me to speak my mind. If you don't like what your hear, then don't ask."

Anthony strummed his fingers on his desk a few times. "Touché." He strummed a few more times before continuing. "This is precisely why I need someone like you in my squad. You have a different perspective on things, and you're prepared to stand your ground."

"Besides," continued Chris. "I didn't much care for your 'liberal in name only' comment. I'm a proud liberal. What makes you so sure I'm going to fit in around here? The more you talk, the more I think I have no business here."

"Maybe you don't," conceded Anthony. "Nothing is perfect, maybe the crucible will let me down. There is one thing that is for sure, and that is you can't honestly take your oath and have the core values of the liberal elite. So let's get on to it.

"The oath you will take is your prime responsibility. From it flows all of your other responsibilities. The difference between your oath and all of the other duties assigned to you is that you will be expected to succeed in living up to your oath. For your other duties, all you need to do is give a good faith effort, nothing more.

"But not your oath. Any failure in executing your oath will result in your immediate dismissal from this kingdom. There will be no do-overs, or second chances. You will be gone. Simple as that.

"So what is this oath? As a man of this kingdom, you are commanded to protect and empower the women and children of this kingdom. That is what you will swear an oath to in order to be a member of this kingdom."

Anthony paused to see what reaction he would get from Chris. Chris, for his part, looked a little nonplused. "That's it?" exclaimed Chris. "I don't get it. Why couldn't a liberal take that oath? It even sounds more like what a liberal would say; not a conservative."

"Bless your liberal-tool heart," laughed Anthony. "There is nothing liberal about it. The part about empowerment might sound like what a liberal would say, but only because liberals have no clue what it means.

"Let's begin with the oath in general. There is no corresponding oath for women, so this is clear sexual discrimination. Then there is the protect part. No feminist worthy of calling herself one would claim that men should protect women. As far as they are concerned, women need to be protected from men, not by men. Although who will be doing the 'protecting' is a mystery.

"So what do we mean by protect? Let me put it as bluntly as I can. If your death means that a woman or child will live, then you die. Even the King ranks below all women and children. As a low ranking man of this kingdom, you are the most expendable of anyone.

"This is another thing that liberal elites have a problem with; the idea that some people have more value than others. They like to spout that everyone is equally worth anyone else when it is convenient for them, but they clearly don't practice it. If the principle of 'woman and children first' doesn't sit right with you, then you shouldn't take the oath.

"As for the empower part, like I said, liberals have no clue what this means. They view power like they view money. As if it can be taken from someone they feel has too much, and given to another they feel has too little. This is nonsense. When someone is empowered, they have the power. If they have to go to someone else for protection, then they have no power. 

"To understand what I mean, let's look at labor unions. They could be great sources of empowerment for their members. By training them so that they are highly valued and sought after by companies, and by being a focal point for companies to find them, unions would convey to their members what we refer to as the power of the individual. This type of power is the only form of power that can be referred to as empowerment.

"It's to bad that unions not only have no faith in that power, they actively seek to destroy it. The only power union leadership recognizes is the power of the collective, not the power of individual. The power of the collective is used for protection, not empowerment. This is a destructive force that is only effective against an enemy. Any labor strike should be viewed, at best, as a war of attrition. Sometimes strikes, like war, are necessary, but that still doesn't make it empowerment.

"When I first retired from the army I went to work for a manufacturing company whose workers were represented by a labor union. I didn't last long there because I couldn't stomach the environment. When I was in the army I knew some guys who just hated being in the army, and when their enlistment was up, they left. Yet none of those guys I served with could hold a candle to the hatred of some of the union employees I saw had for the company they worked for. Yet they never left!

"What an absolute miserable existence to have to work for a company you despise, and only by working for a union can that be possible. Only a union could convince you that your enemy is the company you work for, and not the competition of the company. Union leadership only believes in the power of the collective, so it is in their interest to convince their members they are powerless without their protection, and that their company only wants to 'exploit' them."

"Hold on a second here," Chris interrupted. "Are you saying that companies don't exploit their workers? That it's all just a figment of their imagination?"

"Not at all. Let me ask you. When you go out shopping, do you seek the least quality product for the highest price, or the best quality product for the lowest price?"

When Anthony saw he wasn't going to get an answer from Chris, he continued. "Of course you look for the best quality product for the lowest price. So if it's OK for you, why not companies? Why can't companies seek to pay their work force as little as possible?"

"You're kidding me, Right!?!" exclaimed Chris. "We're talking about peoples' jobs here. How can you be so heartless!?!"

Anthony kept his cool and said, "So I can take it from your response that you always buy the higher priced product, because that is someone's job also. If you don't buy it, someone is going to be losing their job there too. Do you actually believe that companies can keep their employees when no one is buying their products?"

Anthony waited a bit for Chris to think, then continued. "Unions instill in their workers that when a company does the same thing you do every day, then some great evil has occurred. They do this because it serves the interest of their so-called leadership. There is absolutely no way any liberal elite or union boss is ever going to tell the truth, and that is that the only guaranteed effective means of protecting workers is through marketable job skills, and a strong economy. This empowers the workers, which in turn weakens the union's power of the collective. Because of this, empowering their members is just not an option.

"Look, I could go on all day long about the great damage unions inflict on their members, but that will have to be left for another day. Right now we are discussing empowerment, and how it applies to your oath. With what we have discussed so far, what would you say is your role in empowering the women and children of this kingdom?"

Chris just sat there shaking his head for a few minutes before continuing. "I don't know. I'm confused. They way you describe protection and empowerment they sound like they would contradict each other."

"Very good, Chris," Anthony exclaimed. "Very good indeed. You are exactly correct. You cannot protect and empower someone at the same time. In order for the power of the collective to exist, the power of the individual must be surrendered. 

"Just as an over protective parent destroys a child's ability to deal with life on their own, you need to make sure your protection of the women and children of this kingdom does strip them of their power.

"Life is a balance, and your oath is a big part of making you understand such balances. To protect and empower may seem easy enough, but it is no such thing. One of the many ways that liberal elites confuse empowerment is that they see it as the individual makes their decisions for them selves; in theory this is true, but in practice they couldn't be more wrong.

"Let's say a union were to actually perform the proper role that it should in empowering its members. Would it do it by letting their members decide for themselves what they should learn? Of course not. Unions need to make sure that their members learn the things that will make them valuable to employers. If they make them valuable, then they will make them powerful.

"Put simply, people who are valuable are people who are powerful. No big mystery. So, do you have a better idea of what you need to do to carry out your oath?"

"No," said Chris. "No, I do not. My father was a shop steward for the I.A.M. You make union leaders out to be evil people, and I can't reconcile with what you are saying with what I know these people to be like. I cannot believe that they are trying to harm the members they represent."

"I never said they were evil, Chris," responded Anthony. "I don't believe that they have done what they have done because they want to harm their members. They just have no faith in the power of the individual. They firmly believe that without the power of the collective their members will be harmed. If the power of the individual is destroyed by their actions -- and to some degree they do know what they are doing -- then so be it. It is what they believe is necessary to protect their members. 

"This is also why they can't make it through our crucible. Without a belief in the power of the individual, they can't see how personal development that is not coupled with some recognition from a support group, such as a diploma from a university, could ever be beneficial. 

"As you will come to learn, a major difference between our kingdom and labor unions is that we believe the opposite of what they do. We have no faith in the power of the collective. We only believe in the power of the individual, which is why we demand the men of our kingdom to foster it in our women and children. And as they foster it in others, they learn it for themselves.

"You need to see that the vast majority of the difficulties that the individuals of this country are faced with, have nothing to do with enemies that are out to destroy us, which is the only time the power of the collective should be considered. We believe that when you resort to the power of the collective, you end up making people into enemies that never should be.

"So let's try it again. I hope one day you will have kids. If so, what do you believe you should do to empower them?"

After a brief pause, Chris said, "I want it understood that by answering your question, I am not conceding the point about unions harming their members."

"I don't expect you to," replied Anthony. "I only expect you to empower the women and children of this kingdom."

"Well, I know you have talked negatively about college, but I think that would be a great source of empowerment," said Chris.

"Not really," replied Anthony. "Like unions, they should be, but they aren't. The vast majority of children -- and I do mean children -- who go to college are more interested in getting grades than they are with gaining knowledge; more interested in receiving a diploma than they are with acquiring the confidence they need to succeed in life. 

"A very sad fact is that the four years a person invests in college has a very poor return on that investment. I look at most people who thought their college education was good for them like I would look at someone who invested $100K on a business, got back $50K, then said 'Woohoo fifty grand!'

"Let me ask you. How much information that is offered at a college can only be attained at a college?"

"Probably not much," conceded Chris.

"Not much at all. In today's information age, relying on a college to gain knowledge is down right ignorant.

"There is no question that knowledge is power, but not all knowledge has the same power. Another serious problem with colleges is that they are predominantly run by liberals. I have already demonstrated that liberals have no grasp of empowerment, so to believe they have put together a curriculum that will empower their students stretches credulity. Any empowerment that occurs at colleges is by accident; not by design."

"I find what you're saying very hard to believe," said Chris. "Sure. I didn't go to college, but I don't think I did the right thing by not going. Why is it that everyone believes that going to a college is a good thing?"

"Two reasons really," replied Anthony. "The most important is the power of false rewards, and colleges are just filled with them. There are many false rewards in life, where a person can convince themselves they have achieved something when in fact they have achieved nothing. And there is no bigger nothing than the grades handed out in colleges. What exactly do grades -- in and of themselves -- get you?"

When Chris could only shrug, Anthony continued. "That's right. Nothing. Yet at the same time it fills you with a sense of accomplishment. That is the lure of false rewards. There are many highly seductive false rewards in life, such as the things that casinos do. They allow enough winners to occur to convince people that gambling can actually pay off. Yet it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that casinos are not in the business to give away money. You must be constantly aware of these things in order to be an empowered individual.

"What most people don't understand about colleges is that the knowledge that will benefit them the most is the knowledge they would learn on their own without coercion, or false rewards like grades. Even the degree itself is a false reward because all it will do is get your foot in the door of your desired career. It actually contributes nothing tangible to your success.

"The other big reason people believe that going to college is a good thing to do is that most people, particularly liberals, are very bad with connecting the dots on what causes things to happen. They see things like studies that show how much more money people with degrees make than those that don't have one, then assume that the college degree is what caused this. We don't. We believe the evidence points more to successful people are more likely to go to college, than it points to college making people successful.

"If you are a young foolish child coming out of high school, a for more empowering decision for you to make is to join the military. Our young need to start making adult decisions, and taking on adult responsibilities as soon as possible. Decisions that delay adulthood, such as going to college, will actually hamstring them in the long run.

"I'm sure you have heard the saying 'practice makes perfect?' We believe more in the lesser know saying 'practice makes permanent.'

"Although, we don't believe that college is a waste of time for everyone. Assuming the person going college is an adult -- such as after four years in the military, and knows exactly what they are looking for in college, so that they are pursuing knowledge they would have otherwise sought even if they knew they would not get any grade for it, then college can be very empowering.

"Yet I can assure you, if you raise a child in this kingdom to believe that they need a college degree to succeed in life, you will have failed your oath."

Chris thought some more about how to empower a child, then said, "I'm sure it has something to do with making them smart and self-confident, but I'm not sure exactly how to accomplish that."

"Fair enough," replied Anthony. "I wasn't looking for the specifics, but I already told you the answer. To empower your children you need to make them valuable. You need to make them into a person other people would want to be around. Being smart and self-confident are important elements, but not everything. 

"Let me ask you a question, what kind of child do you think you will get if you let them decide everything they should do?"

"Probably a spoiled brat," answered Chris.

"Exactly," replied Anthony. "And what kind of child will you get if you made all of their decisions for them?"

"I suppose someone who lacks the confidence to decide things for themselves," answered Chris.




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"Close enough," said Anthony. "What you most need to understand is that in both cases you will wind up with a perpetual child. As adults, they will be nothing but victims in life -- real or imagined. In order for them to become functioning adults that are in control of their lives, all children require leadership in their lives.

"What is your understanding of what a leader is?"

"The person in charge," said Chris.

"That's all?" responded Anthony. "Then what is a ruler?"

"I guess it's the same thing," said Chris.

"Not even close," continued Anthony. "Although I would be surprised if you did understand the difference, considering that difference is not valued in the society we belong to.

"I want you to carefully consider how you currently believe there is no difference, because the most important thing that you must understand by the time you take your oath is the difference between the two. As a man of this kingdom, your leadership is crucial, yet the last thing we need around here are any rulers.

"We will get more into what leadership really means later, but for now, leaders empower those that follow them, yet rulers create fear and/or dependency, which destroys the power in those that follow them. In both of the cases I presented a minute ago, those children did not have a leader in their lives. The former had nothing, and the later had a ruler.

"So, as a leader of your children, do you let them decide everything in their lives?"

"No," answered Chris.

"Do you decide everything in their lives?" Anthony asked.

"No," replied Chris. "But I don't think I'm any closer to understanding what I should do."

"What you specifically do has to be decided on a case by case basis," said Anthony. "What you should be aiming for is to provide a framework for them to make decisions for them selves with a goal of always making themselves more valuable. You shouldn't be making decisions for them, but you should be making them make decisions. It requires great deal of diligence, but it's not really that hard."

"I'm a little troubled by this notion of making children valuable," said Chris. "Aren't you saying they should conform to society? What about their individuality? Isn't it more empowering to teach children to be confident in who they are?"

"Not at all," replied Anthony. "First of all, you can't teach confidence. Confidence only comes from overcoming adversity, or achieving goals that appear unattainable. That is what is so ridiculous about liberals having their children play games where no one keeps score. There must be a real threat of losing in order to gain any confidence from winning.

"As for individuality, the more valuable you are, the more opportunity you will have to express your individuality. People who are not valuable live desperate lives, and struggle with life-and-death decisions. That is hardly a life where people can live the life they want.

"Besides, there is no cabal of elites deciding what is valuable. As you will find out when we get into economics on some other day, the real 'power of the people' is the populace's ability to decide what is valuable for themselves. As an individual, you can influence what is valuable by convincing others they should want what you have to offer. Rather than conforming to society, you could have society conform to you, but through persuasion, not force of law.

"Take my own daughter for instance. I raised her to be a strong and confident young woman. Even though she knew what I thought of college, I still allowed her to pursue a college scholarship because my focus was on making her valuable, and not at arriving at some destination that I thought was best for her. I didn't decide what was valuable. I let her decide that for herself, yet I made her make that decision. I have never told her she can do what ever she wants.

"And this gets into another aspect that we expect when you raise your children. The last thing we want are children that believe they need to enter our kingdom when they become adults. It's alright if they want to, but not need to. Any need is a sign of dependency, not empowerment. 

"That scholarship my daughter pursued offered her another path -- one that was not provided by me, but by her -- where she could make a life for herself outside of the kingdom if she wished. She has just entered our kingdom, and whether she sticks around will be entirely because she wants to, and not because she feels she needs to. She knows I will not love her less if she decides to go another way."

"That makes sense to me," said Chris. "I could do that. It seems to be nothing more than making them make themselves valuable." 

"That's exactly right," confirmed Anthony. "It's not about what you believe is valuable, but getting them to understand that they need to make themselves valuable. What is valuable now may change, but if they get into the process of making themselves valuable, then they will be able to handle whatever life throws at them later on."

Chris paused to think for a moment, then continued, "I see how this works for my children, but I don't see how this applies to women. Isn't this attitude of empowering women a little condescending to them?"

"Of course it is," replied Anthony. "But only if you believe men and women are the same. Do you believe that men and women are the same? Do you believe that the only real difference between them is that they have different genitalia? And that all differences we see are based on the culture we were brought up in?"

"No, I don't," Chris finally said. "I like to consider myself as a good liberal, but I have never really bought into the line that men and women are the same."

Anthony continued. "That's good to hear. Do you know of the Chinese concept of yin and yang.?" 

"You mean that circle with the black and white swirls in it?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, that one," said Anthony.

"Not much really," Answered Chris. "It looks real cool, though."

"Yes it does, doesn't it?" said Anthony. "The purpose of the circle is to represent how you must approach anything in this universe if you wish to understand it. This view states that everything is made up of dichotomies, so to understand one side requires an understanding of the other. Things like, you can't really understand what good is unless you understand what bad is. This is particularly true if you want to understand men and women, or masculine and feminine.

"We in this kingdom don't just embrace the concept of yin-yang, we celebrate it; we thank God for it. We apply the dichotomy that yin-yang represent to everything. Even life itself can't be properly understood without death.

"There are many religious aspects to this as well, but we'll save that 'til this afternoon. Let's focus for now on how this applies to men and women. We believe that both men and women are their happiest, and most productive, when men are allowed to be men, and women are allowed to be women. Just because we can do what the other does well, doesn't mean we should.

"On the other hand, modern feminism teaches us that this principle is an illusion. That where we see the yin-yang circle of black and white parts we should in fact see a circle of gray, and that the only reason we see it differently is because that is what we were taught.

"They are the ones that see an illusion. Even their approach to life can't get around the masculine/feminine dichotomy. Where they see teaching women to be self-reliant, we see them teaching women to be men. Since this can't work, and never will, they of course have to blame men, and get laws passed to 'protect' women. For the feminist, it will always be the man's fault for their failure.

"What I really hate about what feminism has done is that it has taught so many women that what they offer as women is meaningless. One of the important principles of yin-yang is that neither side really has an advantage. One side is just as important as the other."

"Wait a second," said Chris. "Are you saying that everything was just fine between men and women before feminism came along?"

"Absolutely not," replied Anthony. "There is no doubt that what women provided in our society was undervalued. What I am saying is that feminism was the wrong response. Their notion that 'A woman needs a man, like a fish needs a bicycle" just created more problems. Rather than teaching the value of women, they just added to the chorus that said what women had to offer didn't matter.

"I have gotten into this argument before with people who support feminism. They at once say there are no differences between men and women, yet they say women have something special to offer our society. Well, you can't have it both ways.

"I think the most telling aspect of feminism is that after decades of being bombarded by their dogma, the vast majority of women refuse to refer to themselves as a feminist."

"So what is the proper approach to empowering women?" asked Chris.

"You must always begin with reality, then work from there," answered Anthony. "As an example, when we get into economics later, you will learn that capitalism is not a choice to make. It is reality. It describes how an economy works. Capitalism is neither good nor bad. 

"Socialism is a choice, and it is the choice to make for people who want to live in a fantasy. It is the choice to make for those too lazy to figure out how economies actually work. Since there is no way to go from a reality to a fantasy, only bad things can happen when this choice is made.

"The same is true about the reality that our society is a male dominated society. This, in and of itself, is neither good nor bad. It just is. Bad things can happen when the dominate part considers itself to be the better part, but bad things can also happen when we refuse to work with this reality, as the feminists insist. All the laws of government can never change reality, and so they cannot change that this is a male dominated society.

"Once we accept this, we can then move forward in a way that benefits both men and women. What the concept of yin-yang teaches us is that neither side has a true advantage, because one requires the other to exist. There is no masculine without the feminine, and there is no dominance without submission.

"We'll get more into the domination and submission aspects of this later. For now I just want you to see how this is the starting point for why it is the responsibility of the man to empower the woman, and not the other way around. As you will eventually see, the more you empower her, the more you empower yourself.

"So, do you have any ideas how to empower women yet?"

Chris thought about this for a bit, and then said, "I'm not exactly sure, but from what I have gathered so far, I suppose I should take what the feminists do, then do the opposite."

"For a liberal, you're really catching on," said Anthony. "Feminists breed dependency of Big Brother when women encounter problems. The last thing they even want is for women to solve problems for themselves. Empowerment is nothing but a slogan for them, as all of the sexual discrimination law suits can attest to. Again, empowerment means you have the power. If you need a Big Brother, then it is Big Brother that has the power, not you."

"I'm still a little lost," said Chris. "If a woman is being held back at work just because she's a woman, what do you expect her to do? Do you think it is just in her head? That she's only imagining it?"

"No. She's not imagining it," answered Anthony. "Many men do not believe that woman are as competent in business as men are. This is a fact. But rather than prove these men are wrong, feminists would rather prove them right by filing lawsuits when things don't go their way.

"If a man doesn't feel like he is being respected where he works, he goes somewhere he does feel respected, or he starts his own business. This approach is not acceptable to feminists. The woman did not do anything wrong, they say, so why should she have to leave? As far as feminists are concerned, whenever a woman perceives that she is being disrespected, she should declare herself a victim and go whining to Big Brother to exact revenge.

"What feminist teach is dependency, not empowerment. They are more interested in seeing revenge than seeing women live happy and fulfilling lives. Any company that makes stupid business decisions, like passing over competent women for incompetent men, sets themselves up for a loss of market share to enterprising women willing to take advantage of this opportunity. And the more women respond in this manner, the more men will believe they are competent in business."

"You make it sound so simple," said Chris. "Yet I don't think it is. What about unwanted sexual advances in the work place. Do you think a woman should give up a good paying job because of a hostile work environment?"

Anthony responded in an over-dramatic and sarcastic manner. "Oh my God! Do you mean to tell me that there are men in this world that actually find women sexually attractive!?! Say it ain't so Chris!"

After resuming a more serious tone, Anthony continued. "Which do you consider to be a more hostile work environment. One where men are allowed to hang calendars of scantily clad women on their cubicle wall, or one where a person can be reprimanded, if not fired, for telling an off color joke?"

That last question was rhetorical, because Anthony just went on. "I left my first job out of the Army because I couldn't stomach the behavior of the union members there. Why should the behaviors that only women object to be punishable by government sanctions? I'll tell you why, feminists don't believe that women can take care of themselves. Any person who believes that feminists actually respect women is a fool, which explains why most women don't consider themselves feminists, because most women aren't fools.

"Again, employers that make stupid business decisions, like allowing actual hostile work environments to flourish at their business, subject their business to a loss of market share to anyone with the courage to take advantage of it. You yourself said that you were willing to work for less at the auto dealership because you preferred the environment. If you are able to provide a more respectful environment than your competition, then you can pay your workers less, and take business away from your competition through lower prices.

"True and honest capitalistic principles are the most effective means of empowerment."

"This sounds all well and good, but how does it apply to me?" asked Chris. "What do you expect me to do?"

"Like you said," responded Anthony. "Just do the opposite of the feminist, which is to provide leadership for the women in your life. Consider how the liberal responds to a beggar in the street. The liberal believes the respectful thing to do is to give the beggar what he is asking for, which is the change in their pockets. In other words, liberals believe they should pay them to live in their filth and vomit in order to respect them. They maybe respecting the beggar's choice, but they are not showing any respect for the beggar. Actual respect for the beggar is to go against his wishes and either make him stand up for himself, or if he is truly incapable, then throw him into a mental institution.

"With that in mind, let say your wife comes home all upset because her boss told her that he now expects her to suck his cock each morning or she will lose her job. How should you respond? Should you protect her?"

"No," replied Chris. "Like you said, you cannot protect and empower at the same time. I guess I would console her and help her find a new job."

"Not a bad response," said Anthony. "You have to be careful with how you console her or you will only feed into her sense of victim hood, and nothing robs power like believing you are a victim. In spite of what any liberal or feminist will say, the only thing that happened to her is that her job description changed to one that is unacceptable, nothing more.

"Once she recovers you must do something unpopular and call into question her judgment about working at a place that valued her contribution to it so little. A key component to empowerment is taking responsibility for fully understanding the value that you bring to where you work. Nothing protects you, or provides more power to you, then bringing more value than cost to where you work. 

"Then again, your role in her life is to provide leadership, but a poor leader is someone who can only second guess the decisions of those he leads. If you were doing your job right, she would never have been in that position in the first place. As a leader you must be involved in her life, but at the same time you must not micro manage it. Proper leadership is a balancing act, yet if you keep in mind what shows real respect for your wife, you will do all right.

"This leads to something we have been talking around all morning, and now it is time to confront it. What images or feelings come to mind when you think of men dominating women?"

Chris thought for a few moments, then replied, "Nothing good, that's for sure."

"I'm not surprised," said Anthony. "There are important and fundamental issues of human relationships that our society refuses to deal, and they do that by writing them off as evil. Key to them all is the duality of domination and submission. Some of the things that probably come to mind are things like men squashing the identity and individuality of women, yet nothing can be further from the truth.

"Look at what liberals do to their 'victim' classes. Their actions breed fear and dependency among them, and nothing strips a person's individuality and uniqueness than living in fear, and believing your are dependent on something. Only empowered people can express themselves as they choose to.

"As the oath you take states, you must empower your women, but how do you do that? You don't do it by letting them decide what ever they want. You must dominate them completely, and correspondingly, they must submit to you in every way. If it is your role to empower, then you must have full authority to do so.

"To understand this better, lets step back in time before the feminist revolution. Relationships between men and women were not good by almost any way you want to measure them. The problem was not because men dominated women, which is what the feminist would have you believe. It was because of the lack of respect men had for women, and more importantly, a lack of respect for what women offered our society.

"Let me ask you another question. Should only the leader of a relationship be respected, or should everyone, leader and follower alike, be equally respected?"

"Of course," replied Chris. "Everyone should be respected."

"Feminists don't believe so. They believe that women weren't being respected because men dominated them. They believe the only path that will garner respect for women is to... actually I'm not sure. They don't seem to be 'for' anything. The only thing they seemed to be, is against women being dominated by men.

"Let's look at their idea of empowering women. As I said earlier, power isn't something that can be taken from one person, and given to another. They don't want to empower women, they just want to destroy the power in men they disapprove of. This breeds dependency in the women they claim to be empowering. Their total focus is using collective power against their 'enemy.' Nothing about what they do is 'for' women.

"Their entire approach to dealing with the very real problem of men not respecting women is by disrespecting those men, which in those men's minds, only proves they were right to begin with.

"On the other hand you have this kingdom. And in it, men dominate women to empower them. Our focus is not on some enemy of women, but on the women themselves. We respect women because we know they can handle the problems presented to them by men who do not respect them."




Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 06



This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex.

Posted 4 Mar 08 -- Revised June 09

Chapter 6: My Daughter's Bitch

"Hi mom."

Marcia felt very comfortable with raising her dress to her mother, yet she wasn't too sure why. She supposed it had to do with just watching her mother make out with Lady Jennifer like long lost lovers. The image shocked her so much she didn't know what to make of it. Until this very moment she couldn't imagine her mother having sex with a man other than her father, let alone a woman. Yet now that she thought of it, she did find the idea of her having sex with women easier to deal with than another man.

So here she was. Exposing her panties to her mother as if this was something she did all of the time. Her mother was standing three feet in front of her with her left arm wrapped around Lady Jennifer, and a rather amused expression on her face.

The more Marcia stood there, the weirder she started to feel. This morning the idea of sex with her mother hit her like a bucket of cold water in her face, but now, as she continued to just stand there, she started yearning to feel her mother's hand slide down her panties to inspect her as a married woman is suppose to do with a maiden in this kingdom.

"You handled that very well, Marcia," said Lady Jennifer. "You showed no hesitation in initiating your greeting. As I was telling your mother this morning, I think you are going to adapt quite quickly to our kingdom.

"Now before your mother continues with the required inspection of you, I would like to elaborate some more on what my husband and I said last night about incest, and more specifically, how it applies to mothers and daughters in his kingdom." Turning her head towards Linda she said, "I know you know all of this Linda, but it is good for you to be reminded of it as well."

Looking back at Marcia, Lady Jennifer continued, "As you have been learning so far about our kingdom, we consider men and women to be very, very different. One of those differences is how much more dependant women are on others; both emotionally and in everything we do. Men on the other hand are much more independent by nature.

"As such, the nature of our relationships is also very different. For a woman, the mother/daughter relationship is very important. Every woman needs to have a mother or daughter in her life in order to develop as woman. What I mean is that now that you are a woman, it is important for you to still have a mother in your life, not just another older woman to learn from. The same is true for your mother. Even though you are now an adult, it is important for her to have a daughter in her life as well.

"The same is not true for men. While the man is a child it is very important for him to have a father to learn from, but when the child becomes a man, it's not as important anymore to continue it. In fact, while there is nothing wrong with maintaining a strong bond between a father and son, their relationship should be one of peers, and any notion of hierarchy should be abandon, particularly if the father would like to keep his son in his life.

"It is actually quite rare for fathers and sons to have issues when the son becomes an adult. When there is a conflict with the parent/child relationship continuing longer than it should, it's generally because there is far more wrong with their relationship than just shedding it.

She paused for a second to look back and forth between Linda and Marcia. "If I know you two as well as I think I do, I imagine you both have had some pretty serious fights." She could tell by their expressions they had.

Linda confirmed, "It's been very hard to raise Marcia knowing what I did, and yet keep it inside me. I've known what you are about to get into for a long time, and I still found myself falling into the trap of hurt and anger."

Lady Jennifer replied to Linda, "I was no different. This just goes to show how much you still have to learn from your daughter. Not that she has any special knowledge that you don't have. It is what you will learn from your relationship with her that is so important."

Back to addressing both, she continued, "The very common anger that is often found between a mother and a daughter only strengthens my argument that a special bond must continue between them as the daughter becomes and adult. Men inherently know they don't need one as they become adults, and that is why there is so little conflict between fathers and sons.

"It's easy to write this conflict off as one where the mother is refusing to accept the daughter as a woman, but most people fail to see the conflict raging within the daughter. There would be no anger within the daughter if all she wanted were to be treated as an adult. The source of the conflict comes from something even she doesn't recognize, and that is how much she still wants to be her mother's daughter. She doesn't want to be just another woman to her mother, and since she can't reconcile these feelings, she lashes out in anger. 

"So where does this conflict come from? And more important, how do we go about resolving it?

"The source of the problem is really quite simple. It comes from the fact that most people view the mother/daughter relationship as a form of a parent/child relationship. This is completely wrong. The parent/child relationship is only a component of the mother/daughter relationship, and this component must be discarded when the daughter becomes a woman for their relationship to continue to benefit each other.

"I must restate what I said earlier. Most people fail to understand the conflict going on inside the daughter, including the daughter herself. She knows she wants to be treated as an adult, but she also knows she still needs her mother. She has this conflict because she also defines the mother/daughter relationship as a parent/child one. This really is more of a problem in the daughter than it is in the mother, and you both need to keep this in mind as we move forward."

Lady Jennifer paused for a moment to give Linda and Marcia a chance to think about what she just said, then continued, "It's one thing to recognize the source of the conflict, yet it's quite another to actually resolve it. Many people outside of our kingdom do understand that this conflict exists, but most of them fail to come up with an effective means to deal with it. Whatever they may start off doing, they always seem to slip back into their old roles. And those roles are degenerative to each of them.

"We in this kingdom have an advantage over most people in dealing with this because of how we view sex. Once you have studied sex long enough with an open mind, you see that sex is very peculiar in that it can be at once trivial and profound -- often at the same time! It can be anything from just 'getting your rocks off' to an act that can build powerful bonds between people. Yet one thing it should always be seen as is something that should only occur between adults.

"If you think about, sex is an incredibly unique activity. There is no other 'adult' activity that you absolutely should engage in. All of the other so-called adult activities, like drinking and gambling, are not things you really should do. Not so for sex. We are sexual beings that must engage in sexual activity to stay healthy. So what better way to break a parent/child relationship than by engaging in an utterly adult activity like sex.

"Marcia, I want you to think carefully about how you felt last night when you were told you would soon end up having sex with your mother. I'm sure at the time you thought there was no way this would be something you would want to have happen. Yet consider again what my husband said. By that time you had clearly shown not only a willingness, but a strong desire to have sex with other women, so why not your mother? If you're prepared to be honest with yourself, you'll see that it is because of your unrecognized desire to maintain the parent/child relationship.

"This is the same sort of thing I mentioned last night where I once had a lot of fantasies about being raped until I finally understood that what I really craved was sexual submission. I had a lot poorly understood concepts all wrapped together that never should have been together, and once I had untangled them I was able to proceed in life with a great deal of joy, and a whole lot less shame about myself.

"You inherently know that adults should not have sex with children, and you unconsciously want to maintain your parent/child relationship with your mother. With most mothers and daughters this by itself is not a problem, because they do not want to have sex with each other, and are certainly not required to do so. You, on the other hand, do not have that option.

"Like I just said, we in this kingdom have an advantage in getting our mothers and daughters to have a much more fulfilling relationship. Not only do we require they have sex together, but we insist that the mothers remain sexually attractive for a variety of other reasons. Most daughters in this world have mothers who have let them selves go to the point where even if they were inclined to have sex with women, they certainly wouldn't want sex with a woman in their mother's condition. You, Marcia, most certainly do not have that problem." Lady Jennifer paused to give Linda an admiring look. 

She then continued, "Last night when I told you that I wanted to get you and your mother together before some man required it of you, I was in fact telling you a lie. This is the kind of lie you are going to run across from time to time around here where we can't really tell you the truth. At that time, I just wanted you to begin thinking about sex with your mother, nothing more. Now I want you to see it as something you should want to do. Not because it should turn you on, but because you should want to take your relationship with your mother to another level.

"I can assure you, the first time I had sex with my daughters it wasn't part of any preparation for the amusement of men. It was something that I had waited eagerly to do when they turned eighteen. I wanted desperately to be completely open and honest with them, without holding back on any of the fears and desires that I felt.

"Is it possible to have that kind of relationship without engaging in sex? Sure. It's possible. But if two highly sexualized beings, who take great pleasure in sex, believe that it is wrong to experience it between them, then that lack of sexual contact will be nothing but a barrier between them. If we were to still have that kind of open and honest relationship, it would be in spite of us not enjoying sex together, not because of it. For sexual beings like ourselves, sex is never irrelevant."

Lady Jennifer then pulled away from Linda, and said to her, "I now want you two to proceed with your greeting. This greeting is required when a maiden greets a married woman of the kingdom, but I hope you will continue it long after Marcia is married. Just as I do with my own daughters."

Marcia and Linda were staring into each other's eyes. Lady Jennifer could see that each was starting to breath heavily. Linda finally took the single step needed to close the gap between them, and slid her left hand down Marcia's panties. Marcia leaned a bit into Linda to steady herself, and then brought hands around to raise the back of her dress and expose her panties. She knew she wasn't required to do this until the woman delivered a spank, which signaled she had failed her inspection. She did it because she wanted her first sexual contact with her mother to be an act of complete submission.

Marcia was a couple inches taller than her mother, but Lady Jennifer could easily see Linda as the dominant right now. Marcia had snuggled up against her mother as Linda caressed her daughter's ass. Marcia was soon breathing very heavily as Linda's left hand worked it's magic in Marcia's crotch.

After at least a couple minutes of caressing her daughter's bottom, Linda delivered her first swat. She then caressed some more, followed by another strike. Marcia had rested her chin on her mother's shoulder and was now grinding her hips against her mother's hand that was trapped between her legs.

Marcia was soon headed for an incredibly powerful orgasm. Linda could sense her daughter was about to come, and picked up the tempo and intensity of the spanks she was delivering. Marcia continued to use her right hand to hold her dress up in the back so that her mother could continue to spank her, but now she hooked her left arm around her mother's shoulder for support as her orgasm came on her. As it was peaking she cried out in a deep-throated yell, then bit down own her mother's shoulder as it slid away.

When she started to get her breath back she heard Lady Jennifer exclaim, "That was wonderful! You two are going to be very popular at parties -- so very, very popular indeed!"

Marcia now had her eyes open, and saw Lady Jennifer had sat back down on the love seat. She had her right foot up on the seat, her panties pulled aside, and the middle and ring finger of her left hand diving slowly and deeply into her snatch.

As Marcia pulled back a little from her mother, she immediately planted a passionate and open-mouthed kiss on her, which Linda returned with all of the passion she could. After a minute they stepped back from each other. Then, with kind of a playful smile upon her face, Linda stuck the fingers that had been between her daughter's legs into her mouth. This got a smile out of her daughter as well, and for some reason she couldn't explain, Marcia mouthed 'Thank you' to her mom for that simple act.

Lady Jennifer continued to slowly stroke her pussy as she said, "All right Marcia. What you and your mother have done will send you a long way to having the relationship you both need, but to really get there you need to take it to an extreme right away. I normally wait at least a week before I sexually introduce a mother and daughter to each other, but your performance last night was magnificent. You are a natural dominant, and any delay getting you to express your dominant side with your mother would be counterproductive.

"Most of the women of this kingdom do not understand how developing their dominant side actually accentuates their submissive side. Many would assume that I prefer to dominate in a sexual relationship, but that is not the case at all. Like I was telling you yesterday, it is not the absolute degree of submission that brings about the most satisfaction, it is the relative degree. The more sexually dominant you force yourself to be, the greater satisfaction you will get when you submit.

"What's interesting to note is that the same is not true for the dominant. You cannot improve your sexual satisfaction in domination by developing your submissive side. This is just one of the many ways that men and women are different and how they need to develop themselves differently. Men may have in itch that needs to be scratched, but indulging in sexual submission does not benefit them as dominants. That is why one of the most important rules in this kingdom is that men cannot participate in public sexual submission.

"I'm now going to give you a command. I'm not going to explain this command, because I'm curious to see how you will interpret it. The only advice I will offer is that it is very important that you take this command as far as you can, and don't hold anything back in the slightest. This command will seem very crude to you, but for your actions to work as they should, they need to be crude... ...and brutal.

"Marcia..." Lady Jennifer paused for affect. "Make your mother your bitch!"

At the very instant Lady Jennifer said bitch, Linda flipped her hair over her right shoulder towards Marcia, and much like yesterday when Laura flipped her hair to her, a switch went on in Marcia that ignited her. With something akin to rage, she reached out with her left hand to grab the back of her mother's hair. As her hand neared her, Linda turned her head slightly to the left to give her daughter better access. As Marcia grabbed a firm hold of her, Linda reached her arms behind her in order to grab her elbows. This position thrust her breasts towards her daughter.

Marcia was surging with a deep sense of power due to her complete domination of her mother. Without any sense of tenderness, she took a handful of her mother's left breast and squeezed tightly, which elicited a cry from her. Then framing her breast between her thumb and forefinger, Marcia leaned down and bit into her mother's nipple through her dress and bra.

Marcia started to get frustrated at the material separating her from her mother's naked breast, but then she realized that the satiny material, which was already plunging very low as it was, could be easily pulled down exposing her completely. She now had unrestricted access, with the dress pushing up both orbs better than a bra could have. This allowed her to maul them with abandon. With her mouth engaged on her mother's breasts, she reached her right hand under her mother's dress, pushed aside her panties, and began plunging her two middle fingers into her in a manner that could only be described as an assault.

Even though she had already just come, a new fire was lit red-hot between her thighs. She now decided that she needed her mother to pay some attention down there right away. Pulling down on her hair, and pressing her forearm on her shoulder, she pushed her mother onto her knees.

"Suck my cunt, mom!" Marcia yelled out as she lifted her right leg over her mother's left shoulder, and threw the hem of her dress over her head. "Suck my dripping panties dry, you bitch!"

Marcia was in ecstasy now. Her mother was doing exactly as she was commanded, and she came quite quickly into her mother's mouth. As she started to come down she stepped back over and said, "Pull my wet panties off." Her mother lifted the front of Marcia's dress then pulled them off. Once Marcia had stepped out of them she commanded, "Stuff them in your mouth, bitch!" She did, and then put her arms behind her back again.

Marcia didn't know what to do next, but she knew she wasn't done. She looked around the room for inspiration, then saw over on the wall the strap that was used last night on Alyson and Lady Jennifer. In an instant she realized what must happen now. She yanked her mother back onto her feet, and dragged her over to the long couch to her left, then threw her mother across the low arm of it. She nearly ran over to the wall and grabbed the strap, then returned before her mother could even get settled in to what she knew must be coming next.

She now stood over her mother with the strap in her right hand. Her mother looked up into her eyes with a look that pleaded with her. Whether it was pleading no or yes she could not tell, and then realized they both meant the same thing. She knew her mother wanted this, and wanted it desperately -- probably more desperately than Marcia wanted to give it.

With her left hand reaching across her mother's backside, she yanked her dress back to expose a pair of white satin panties. Immediately she landed the first whack of the strap on her behind, which elicited a muffled, yet loud cry through the panties stuffed in her mouth. Marcia landed a few more strikes before stopping to stroke her mother's crotch. She wanted confirmation that this was affecting her the way she thought it should, and she got exactly that. Those satin panties were soaked!

Marcia got behind her mother and pulled them off. She then walked around in front of the couch and looked down at her mother. She could see in her eyes that she wasn't done yet. The pleading in them was definitely for more, and certainly not to stop.




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She looked desperate with Marcia's panties just barely sticking out of her mouth, and for some reason that Marcia just couldn't resist, she stuck the soaked part of her mother's panties into her own mouth, and sucked hard. She then threw them on the ground, and delivered ten solid whacks of the strap across her mother's ass in quick succession.

By the fourth slap of the strap her mother had spit out her gag and was screaming wildly. After the tenth slap Marcia dropped the strap on the ground, then grabbed both of her mother's thighs to spin her face up, with her ass just over the arm of the couch so that it was not resting on it. Marcia then dived between her mom's legs and proceeded to bring her to an incredible oral climax. As the climax hit her, Linda reached down to grab large handfuls of her daughter's hair, and grind her pussy into her eager mouth.

When Linda began to catch her breath, Marcia got up and reached out with both arms to her mother to pull her off of the couch. Once up, she embraced her mom in another passionate kiss. Marcia then noticed that her mother's bosom was still sticking out of her pulled-down dress. She tenderly caressed and suckled each before putting her back together. She then snuggled into her mother's neck and said, "I love you mom. I love you so much."

"I love you too, honey. More than you'll ever know!" Linda replied as she embraced her daughter even more tightly.

After a few moments of a tight embrace they both heard a shout next them. "That's enough you two!" They looked over at the love seat and saw Lady Jennifer furiously pumping away at her pussy. "Linda, get down here and suck my pussy!"

"Sure thing Jenny." Linda said quite happily. She pulled away from her daughter, and dropped down between Lady Jennifer's thighs. She first pulled her panties down before wrapping her arms under her legs to pin her hips down, then began to eat her Lady out.

As her breaths began to deepen significantly, she panted, "Marcia, I keep witnessing ... some incredible performances of domination ... by you ... without experiencing them myself. That's ... going ... to ... have ... to ... end ... soooooonnn!" By this time her thighs were up on Linda's shoulders, with her ankles locked together. This put Linda's head in a vise. Marcia then marveled at how Lady Jennifer's body undulated like waves as her orgasm hit her.

When Marcia thought Lady Jennifer's senses had returned enough to be aware of her, she replied. "Of course Mistress Jennifer. When ever you want." 

"Oh Marcia..." Lady Jennifer responded as if she were disappointed in her. "Just when I think you're really understanding what's going, you say something like that." As she said this, Linda pulled herself up next to Lady Jennifer in the love seat, and put her arm around her. "Don't you get it? You are not dominating me if you're concerned about when I want it. There can be no submission if I am doing something I want to do anyway."

She let out a sigh, and slowly got herself up. "I told Mrs. Gonzales to hold off serving lunch until we came in. Let's clean ourselves up, get some clean panties on, and then join the girls. I'm sure they're famished by now. I know I am!"

As Lady Jennifer came around the love seat to go to the bathroom behind it, she walked past Marcia. The moment that Lady Jennifer had gone by, Marcia slapped her ass as hard as she could.

With a loud yelp, she exclaimed, "Oh yes Marcia! Much better! Now you're getting it!" 

~ End of Chapter 6 ~ My Daughter's Bitch ~



Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 07



This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex. 

Posted 8 Apr 08 -- Revised June 09

Chapter 7: Marcia's Got It

Lady Jennifer flew into her private dining room as she did earlier this morning, but rather than passing through, she went to her seat at the table. Immediately following her from the parlor was Linda, then Marcia. None of these women showed any evidence of the intense sexual release they had all just experienced. The other girls were all ready seated at the table as they were last night. Linda took the seat Lord Jacob had been in at the opposite end of the table from Lady Jennifer, while Marcia sat next to her mom.

As Marcia looked at the girls seated there, she wondered if they could have heard what had just transpired behind that door.

After Lady Jennifer had sat down she said, "Girls. I want you to meet Linda Quillis, and while she could easily pass for Marcia's older sister, she is in fact her mother."

"Hi." Linda said to the assemblage.

"And yes," Lady Jennifer continued. "She was the woman I know you all heard screaming earlier, not Marcia. Marcia was the one administering the cause of those screams."

'Well,' thought Marcia. 'At least I don't have to wonder whether they heard.'

As if on cue, Roberta Gonzales came in pushing a cart piled high with sandwiches. Immediately following her were the other two ladies from last night that assisted her. They had large pitchers of sweet tea in each hand, and began pouring them into glasses in front of the girls. They all were wearing those French maid uniforms that weren't looking so ridiculous anymore to Marcia. In fact, she was starting to hope she would be in one soon. 

Roberta pushed the cart next to Lady Jennifer and told her, "I have tuna on rye, roast beef on sourdough, or turkey on white. Take your pick my Lady."

"I believe I'll have the roast beef," she said as she grabbed one.

Roberta then began pushing the cart back across the table opposite of Marcia, stopping first to Allison Lilly's left. "What would you like?"

"Tuna for me, thanks," replied the studious looking girl with curly auburn hair.

"And you?" said Roberta to Sandra Nelson.

"Thank you. That turkey looks real good," replied the Rubenesque girl with long, wavy blond hair. "It has lots of mayo. Just the way I like it."

Roberta continued down to the left of Becky Phadt. "What will you have?" she asked.

"I'll have the tuna," said the girl with the Middle-East appearance.

"And how about yourself?" she said to Evellyn Robinson.

"I'd like the tuna also," said the beautiful Nubian princess. "Thank you."

Roberta then pushed the cart around behind Linda to her left. "So what would you like, Linda?"

Linda got a big smile on her face. "You, of course," was her reply.

Roberta returned the smile, then leaned down, and kissed Linda with a passionate, yet quick embrace. "So what sandwich would you like?"

"Hmmm," said Linda. "I was thinking about having tuna also, but there is only one left. I leave it in case someone else wants it. My second choice I think will be... ...roast beef." Which she helped herself to.

"You're next," said Roberta to Marcia.

"Do I get a kiss also?" Marcia asked.

"Like mother -- like daughter," replied Roberta with another big smile. She came around her cart and leaned in to kiss Marcia. As she did, Marcia reached up with her left hand to hold Roberta's head as she kissed her.

She held her there at least 30 seconds, and didn't let go until she heard, "Oh no, Linda! We've created a monster!" Lady Jennifer exclaimed in jest. This actually got a few giggles out of the rest of the girls.

Once she let Roberta stand up, Marcia reached around her and took a sandwich. "I agree with Sandra. That turkey looks great."

After getting herself back together, Robert continued down to the diminutive girl with long straight black hair, Lisa Green. "And what would you care for?"

"I'll have the roast beef too, please," she said. Her hand almost seemed too small to grab such a large sandwich.

"And how about you?" Roberta asked the blond surfer-girl, Alyson Frazier, whom everyone calls Ally.

"I'll have the last tuna," she said. "Thank you for leaving it Mrs. Quillis."

"Call me Linda, Ally," she replied.

Alyson got a bewildered expression on her face, and when Linda understood why, she said. "Yes, I know your name. I know the names of all of you." She said this while looking around the table. "I am the one that advised Lady Jennifer to select each of you."

"In fact, Ally," Lady Jennifer continued. "The person most responsible for you being accepted into this kingdom is Linda. She has been a long time advocate of atheists and liberals being allowed in. Her very strong belief is that we should not judge people by how they choose to label themselves, particularly when they don't understand what that label really means. Making a requirement that everyone joining us sees him or herself as a Christian and a conservative does not serve our kingdom well.

"Which reminds me." Lady Jennifer looked towards Linda. "How did everything go with Chris this morning?"

"It went exactly how I thought it would," Linda began. "Although, Tony almost blew it."

"I know how you feel," said Lady Jennifer. "At least he is willing to try. Jacob isn't sold on this at all. I thought for sure he was going to kick Ally out last night. So you really think Chris will work out?"

"Definitely," continued Linda. "Tony didn't push him to renounce liberalism at all. He just laid out the expectations to him, and Chris took hold of them... and me... quite nicely." They exchanged knowing glances. "Regardless of what he thinks of himself, he's a wonderful asset to this kingdom."

This exchange caught Marcia's attention in a way that surprised her. Who was this man that 'took hold' of her mother? ...And why did this bother her so much?

"Mistress Jennifer?" said Evellyn.

"Yes dear?" replied Lady Jennifer.

"While we seem to be on the subject, are there any specific requirements to be in this kingdom?" she asked. "Since nothing can be written down, I am a little confused about what is actually required of me."

"There is only one specific requirement," she said, "but even that's not very specific. Simply said, you must be more of an asset to this kingdom than you are a liability." Lady Jennifer paused for a moment before continuing. "If I were to tell you that you have no say what so ever on whether you are an asset, would you believe that you being one is out of your hands?"

"If I'm required to be an asset, but I can't determine whether I am one, would that not be self-evident, Mistress Jennifer?" she replied.

"It would be if there was no power in being a submissive," Lady Jennifer continued. "Not only is it well within your power to comply with the desires of others to be an asset, more importantly, it is also well within your power to convince others what you believe should be your assets.

"There are a couple of key points to consider with this. First, this is not a male/female thing. Men of this kingdom are also required to be an asset, and they too do not get to decide whether or not they are one. I would even say women have an advantage because there is a natural value to being a woman. Men don't have this. In other words, just being a woman and going with the flow makes you an asset. Men don't have that option. A man must be a dominant to be of value here, and for a dominant, there is no 'going with the flow'."

"The second point is one that liberals get so wrong. They truly see the poor and middle class as powerless, and work so damn hard at convincing all of them of that. Yet in this country... this wonderful and magnificent country... the rich are more at the mercy of the poor than the other way around. There are scores of new wealthy people created every day that got that way by delivering to the poor and middle classes what they desire -- rather than just going along with the desires of the wealthy. In the same way, wealthy people are losing that wealth because they are not adapting to the changing economy, and the desires of the majority.

"The same holds true for you. Yes you must conform, but what exactly that conformity is, is within your grasp to influence. Has that made it any clearer?"

"No, Mistress Jennifer," replied Evellyn. "I want you to understand that I am not trying to complain. I'm willing to conform, but conform to what? I'm the kind of person who likes to plan everything out. Uncertainty really makes me nervous. Don't you have any advice at all on what I need to be?"

"Not really," said Lady Jennifer. "We intentionally do not list specific requirements because we want to see what you can think up, so we are not looking for robots. While we want your submission, keep in mind that robots cannot submit because they cannot choose to do so.

"My best advice I can give you is to be attractive. Be the kind of person others are drawn to, and want to be around. Just be beautiful, and you'll be just fine."

"Be beautiful, Mistress Jennifer?" This question came from Evellyn's neighbor, Becky. "Isn't that awfully shallow?"

"What's shallow is denigrating the importance of beauty," replied Lady Jennifer. "Beauty is what makes life worth living. If life were nothing more than a chemical reaction, then beauty would be irrelevant. The liberal mindset that distains beauty denigrates our society. This kingdom, on the other hand, is dedicated to the celebration of it. A very important aspect for you to be an asset to this kingdom is being beautiful, just as men are required to be handsome.

"There are many ways to become more of a liability than asset to this kingdom, and losing your beauty is one of them. Then the next thing to determine is whether you will be held accountable for it. If we believe that you allowed yourself to lose your beauty, then you are just kicked out. Since you are all women, you will get your buy out price, which can never be lowered, so don't worry about that.

"If you're not held accountable, such as being badly disfigured in a fire, then you'll become a dependant of the kingdom, much like our children, or say the elderly parents of yours that need to be cared for. As a dependant there are many functions of the kingdom you can participate in, but not any of the members-only-parties or balls where we put on display our liberal sexuality.

"This kingdom is not for everyone, and we will never consider it to be one. If you don't like it, then start your own. This kingdom requires beauty, and because of it, in the not too distant future, either my husband or myself will be declared too old to be attractive, then we both will be relegated to dependant status."

"Sounds Harsh," Allison Lilly said, almost to herself.

"Life's harsh," said Lady Jennifer to Allison. "Just like the punishment you will now receive after lunch for not saying Mistress when referencing me."

She then spoke to everyone, "One of the most important aspects of life that you must come to grips with is that not only is life harsh, but that a great deal of misery has been inflicted on mankind by people trying to deny or avoid this fact.

"I look at most peoples' attempts to live easy and conflict free lives and I just have to laugh. Look at me. Next month I'll be sixty years old, and I still have twenty-year-old men desperate to fuck me silly. Do any of you really think I would live a better life if I didn't have this kingdom demanding that I keep myself sexually attractive? Do you think that if I was told that it's OK if I didn't dye my hair, or wear make-up, or stay in shape, or any of the other things people say are nothing but vain activities that I would be happier, or more satisfied with myself? ...Hah!

"The day will soon come when twenty-year-old men won't find me attractive, and I'll be asked to leave this kingdom. So what? Those demands that are placed on me have not only empowered me to remain physically young, but spiritually young as well. And when I say spiritually young, I don't mean spiritually immature. As you will one day learn, there is a very wide chasm between these concepts, and it's the expectations placed on you that will allow you to see the difference.

"So yes this kingdom is harsh... ...and it is painful. Yet this harshness and pain allows me to live my life to its fullest, and I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Mistress Jennifer?" Lisa Green asked,

"Yes Lisa," she replied.

"Not that I want to, but has anyone else started their own kingdom like this one? I would imagine that people who have been banished would want to. Life in a kingdom like this has its advantages."

"Several have been tried, but only one has succeeded. The failed ones tried to operate under a more forgiving structure, but they all came apart. The biggest mistake they made was in believing that we were wrong to banish them. They felt this kingdom should have given them a second chance, so they created one that would give people another opportunity. The problem is once you give someone a break for one thing, others start to argue that this other thing should also be forgiven, then the whole thing starts to unravel because you don't have a principled ideal to rally around. Forgiveness is essential for the Christian faith, but it is a lousy model to base a kingdom on.

"Convincing a person that a single slip up will mean their dismissal is much better for them. It doesn't allow them to entertain fantasies about how they might be able to get away with unacceptable behavior. It forces them to stay focused on their advancement into enlightened beings, and not backslide, which could evolve into a bad habit.

"The only group that has succeeded in staying together was not made up of banished people. They were people who left our kingdom because they felt we were not strict enough. They look upon themselves as a warrior class, and have modeled themselves on the ancient Spartans. Their original reason to leave as they did was to deal with the supposed Y2K apocalypse. When that didn't materialize, their fevered delusions found new justifications for their existence in the aftermath of 9/11. They are firmly convinced that the American government will capitulate to the islamo-fascists.

"They are a dark and cruel people whom we look upon as nothing more than a motorcycle gang. They cause us a lot of problems, because many government officials believe we are one and the same. They are not as careful about lying low like we do, and attract way too much attention. One of these days there is going to be a confrontation between them and the law that could lead to some terrible ramifications within our own kingdom."

In the pause that followed, Sandra Nelson asked, "Mistress Jennifer?"

"Yes Sandra," she replied.

"Earlier you said that Master Jacob almost kicked Ally out of the kingdom. Would you have let him?" 

After gulping down a mouthful of sandwich, Lady Jennifer said, "Let him?" Then after taking a drink of tea, "Sandra, I don't know how to make this more clearer to you. Men rule in this kingdom. There is no 'letting men' do anything. If he had asked my advice before he had made the decision I would have tried to talk him out of it, but once he makes a decision, that's it."

"But Mistress Jennifer..." Sandra continued. "Of course men have strength on their side, but if we women stick together, we can't be forced to do things we know are wrong."

Lady Jennifer paused for a few moments to consider where to go with her response. She finally sighed, then said, "I normally would not consider punishing a girl for just expressing her opinion, but that kind of attitude needs to be nipped in the bud. I think you will be joining Miss Lilly over the arm of the couch for a sound spanking."

Lady Jennifer paused again to think, and then continued, "This is another topic I normally leave until much later, but considering you are about to get punished for it, I think I owe you an attempt at explaining this to you.

"Let me ask you something. If I were to hear about you nagging your husband, and I showed up at your house to administer the kind of belt whipping you're about to get now, what would be my motivation for doing it?"

Lady Jennifer paused to give Sandra a chance to answer. Her shocked expression from what her near-fate is, seemed to be all that she could deliver right now.

"Do you think I would do it because I am the gender equivalent of an 'Uncle Tom?'" She paused again, but still nothing. "Do you think I would do it just to sell out my sisters to acquire some special favors from men?" She waited again, but now it now seemed futile to her.

"Let's try a different tack. Why do women nag their husbands?

This seemed to be something Sandra could respond to. "To get them to do something they want... Mistress Jennifer."

"Really?" she replied. "I never nag my husband, but I often get exactly what I want. ...and a hell of a lot more often than a woman who nags her husband does.

"Let's try this question. What would you say about the self-esteem of a woman who believes she needs to nag her husband over the self-esteem of someone like me?"

"I believe, Mistress Jennifer, that a woman who nags has low self-esteem," Sandra replied.

"Very good. Many people think it's the opposite. Women with low self-esteem either show it, and are doormats, or hide it, and are nags. There are no exceptions. Now the question to ask is, did they have low self-esteem and then they started nagging, or did the nagging bring about the low self-esteem? I would argue for the latter.

"Nagging and low self-esteem is a vicious cycle that is very difficult to break. A woman who nags is someone that is declaring she has no intrinsic value to her husband, so it reinforces a belief in low self-esteem. She does not believe her value to him is high enough to be rewarded with what she believes she deserves. So the next question is why do I have a high self-esteem?"

"I'm not sure exactly, Mistress Jennifer," Sandra said.

"Let's look at this from two different perspectives. First, who would you say takes care of their homes better, renters or owners?"

"Owners of course, Mistress Jennifer."

"Exactly. Everyone is more likely to take care of the things they own and value. So the first step of the process to get a man to treat you the way you want to be treated is to first get him to believe he owns you. Yet the example that Muslims give shows that ownership alone is not enough. Men must also value you, and judging by all of the honor killings committed by Muslims it's clear they do not value their women. Keep in mind that no Muslim man has ever been killed to protect the honor of a woman.

"This leads to the second perspective, and that is how businesses are ran. If you want to stay in business, do you tell your customers what they should value? Of course not! To be of value to your customers you must provide what they consider to be of value, not what you think. This is the key mistake women make. They know they want their husbands to value them, but they want to dictate what it is their men should value.

"This is probably one of the toughest things for you to grasp. The only way for your husband to value you, is by letting him decide what it is he values. It can't be done any other way. If what he values is not what you want him to value, too bad. All of the nagging, and crying, and bargaining in the world will never change his mind. Reasoning with him might work, but you need to respect him first, and none of those other behaviors have anything to do with respect. 

"Coming back around, when you nag your husband, you are trying to use negative reinforcement to get him to act the way you want. Sometimes this works, which reinforces your foolish belief that this is something you should pursue. Yet you inherently know your husband is not doing what you want because he wants to do it, and this eats away at you. You even start to believe that this is what you need to do to protect or defend your self-esteem, so that is why you nag even more.




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"Another good example of this are welfare recipients. They inherently know they are receiving money that was taken by force from someone else, so they develop an entitlement mentality to defend themselves. They must believe they are entitled to what they receive in order to maintain their self-esteem, but this entitlement mentality works against them ever getting off of welfare. After all, if they are entitled to welfare, why should they get off of it?

"Women who nag develop the same entitlement attitude. They believe they are entitled to nag because they believe their husbands deserve it. The crazy thing is, the more they nag, the more they believe their husbands deserve it. And if they deserve it, why should they stop?

"Liberals are always talking about how important it is that we should build peoples self-esteem, yet never actually consider that sometimes a little shame would be far more constructive for a person's self-esteem in the long run. You need to consider this when you start your relationship with your husband. You may find it shameful to submit to him, but it will be better for you in the long run if you do.

"Another thing to consider is that the meager gains you will receive from nagging your husband will be offset very negatively by a mindset that he will develop. All men who are nagged will always start thinking in terms of 'What can I get away with' or 'What can I do that won't get me into trouble.' This would be a horrible thing for you. Just about every man starts off his marriage wanting to be loyal and faithful to you, but it's these kinds of attitudes that eventually result in him straying, if not physically, which we of course consider to be trivial, then at least spiritually, which we consider to be a mortal wound to your marriage. No matter how much he loves you, a woman who nags can never be pleased, and he will eventually realize this.

"Probably the most devastating thing to you that he will develop, is a mindset that he does not need to seek your opinion, because if you had one on something, he knows you will give it to him. I never, and I repeat never offer my opinion to my husband unless he asks for it. This forces him to actually consider me, because he knows he can never assume anything about me. This gets him thinking of me, because I have allowed him to find what it is about me that he values on his own, and most importantly, he knows I will never react negatively if he chooses not to follow my opinion.

"Would Jacob have kicked Ally out without consulting me? Probably not. I know he really does value my opinion. But even if he did, so what? I'm focused on winning the long-term war, and not any short-term battles.

"A man is a very simple creature. Once he owns you, and values you, you will have him eager to please you because he will be focused on you. You girls truly have no idea the power you will have as the submissive. I have my husband eating out of my hand on the things that are important to me because I don't worry about whether I'll be consulted on things like whether Ally will be kicked out or not. 

"So when I show up at your house to whip you for nagging your husband it will be to shame you for resorting to it. Most importantly I'll be doing it for you, and not for him. I'll be doing it so that you can begin to restore your self-esteem, and not because I'm trying to please men."

Lady Jennifer paused to look around the table. "This topic is a bit advanced for your development. I don't really expect you all to fully grasp what I have covered, just file it away to use as you develop later on."

Marcia was barely aware of this entire conversation. From the moment her mother mentioned another man had taken her, her thoughts were elsewhere. She was deep in reevaluating the events of the past two days. What parts of the conversation she was hearing only deepened her concern.

From the moment she went over Lady Jennifer's lap yesterday afternoon until now, everything seemed surreal. 'What is going on here?' she thought. 'And what kind of woman have I become? This is not what I was raised to be. I look at my mother, and I don't see the woman I thought I knew. Is joining this kingdom really the right choice for me?'

And it wasn't just the sex that was bothering her. It was also the religion. While some of what she had learned made sense, her father raised her to be profoundly pro-life. 'How could he raise me to be uncompromising on my principles, yet now expect me to be pro-choice?'

Linda could perceive that something was indeed wrong with her daughter, and asked, "Are you OK, Marcia?"

"I don't know mom," she replied. "I really don't."

"Talk to me, honey. What's the matter?" She asked this as she grasped her hand on the table.

"I guess all of this is more of a change than I can handle. You didn't raise me to be submissive to men, and my father didn't raise me to be pro-choice on abortion. It's tough for me to handle that my life has been shaped by a lot of deceptions. It leaves me wondering what else is going to turn out to be a lie. I really need to talk to dad about the religious conflicts he appears to have instilled in me."

Linda thought for a moment then said, "I didn't raise you to be submissive to men, because you didn't need to learn that. Submission is inherent in all women. But I also did not raise you like a feminist who believes that submission is wrong. I raised you to be strong and confidant, which should be inherent, but isn't, and I raised you to be comfortable with taking control of your life.

"Ultimately, I raised you to be in the society you were in, not the one I wanted you in. It is far more important for a child to understand how to function in a society, and then wait until they are an adult before determining what that society should be. 

"In many ways, though, I did prepare you for this kingdom as best I could. Growing up you saw that there were clear lines of responsibilities between your father and I on how to raise you. You're comment about needing to talk to your father about the religious conflicts shows this. In our kingdom, it is very important that the man take the lead religious role in the family. Our men must be the 'high priests' of their families for our kingdom to function properly.

"The only thing that concerns me is how you feel about what occurred between us earlier. If you are not comfortable with talking about it now, I'll understand, but I sure would like some encouragement that we did the right thing."

Marcia responded immediately, "Not at all... I mean... before you walked into that room I was horrified by the idea of us engaging in sex. But now... of all of the ways I have changed about myself, the most profound is how grateful I feel about what we did.

"It's just going to take some time for me to sort this all out. What gets me the most is how I can feel so comfortable about having sex with you, but hearing about some guy other than my father doing it with you just devastates me. Not only do I need to talk to Dad about the religious concerns I'm having, I also need to hear it from him that it is OK with him that you... you know..."

"... fucked another man," her mother finished.

"Yes!" she replied. "So why do I feel this way?"

"You're going to have to take this up with him," Linda said.

"Can I see him today?" Marcia asked.

"No," her mother replied. "How do I put this?" she continued more to herself.

"Your father does not want to see you until you have either entered the kingdom, or rejected it. He wants you to know that he will love you just as much regardless of your decision. But he wants to deal with you as a member or not, and not something in between."

Marcia was quiet for a moment, and then looked over to Lady Jennifer. "Mistress Jennifer. From what I gathered last night, it was Master Jacob that initiated your daughters into the kingdom as maidens. Correct?"

"Yes it was," she replied.

"Can I request my father do the same for me?" she asked.

"Of course!" she replied with enthusiasm. "With most girls I wouldn't recommend it, but for you, I couldn't recommend it highly enough." She then looked over at Linda. "I'm sure Tony would be OK with it. Do you think he would demand his pretest?"

"As a matter of fact," said Linda, "we have discussed this, and he told me he would show no favoritism to her if she chose him to make her a maiden."

"Excellent!" exclaimed Lady Jennifer. "The greater the risk, the greater the sense of accomplishment."

Then looking at Marcia she continued, "My husband likes initiating maidens, so he only requires the minimum of them. You're father on the other hand can't stand flighty females, and the proof of that is the kind of woman you are. So to discourage any woman from considering him for their initiation to be a maiden, he insists on a pre-test that if she fails, she will be kicked out of the kingdom. Only women with the strongest of character seek him out.

"With my husband, if you lose your nerve half way in you'll just have to try again later, but not your father. With him -- you fail; you're gone."

Marcia looked over at her mother and asked, "So what is this pretest?"

"I can't tell you," Linda replied. "That's an important aspect of the test. He wants to see how well you submit, and how well you trust him. The only thing I am allowed to tell you is that nothing will be explained to you. It's just going to happen when you enter the room with him. If any other words come from his mouth, other than the fact you have passed the pretest, you will be banished from the kingdom."

"Do you really think he would banish me?!" she asked rather incredulously.

"If there is any woman he would be more inclined fail, it would be you." After the shocked expression on Marcia's face, she continued, "One of your fathers largest pet peeves are people who feel they need to be in this kingdom. It's one thing to desire to be in, but it's another to believe you need to be in. As such, he has no qualms kicking anyone out. If the girl he banished believed that it was a really bad thing to have happen to her, it only re-enforces his decision that he did the right thing.

"Your father would be very disappointed in himself if he felt that you believed it would be a bad thing if he kicked you out. I know this sounds odd, but a lot of what you will learn over the next few weeks will sound odd. I am quite certain your father will push you like he has pushed no other, and will banish you with even the slightest provocation.

"Are you sure you want your father to make you a maiden?" Linda asked.

After a few moments pause she said, "More than ever. I have many questions about the things he has said and done to raise me, but I have no doubts about the kind of woman I've become because of him. What ever awaits me, I know I can handle it."

She then turned back to Lady Jennifer, and asked, "Mistress Jennifer? Would it be alright if I continued to live here, and remain roommates with Laura?"

"Of course," she replied. "I wouldn't want it any other way." Then looking around the table she asked, "Are there anymore questions before I redden a couple of well deserved bottoms?"

"Mistress Jennifer..." began Alyson Frazier.

"Yes Ally?" she replied.

"I have really been struggling with the religious aspects of this kingdom, particularly with what Linda just said about husbands being 'high priests.' I know for sure I'm not ready to marry any 'high priest.' So I've begun to wonder if there is some sort of connection between being a conservative, and believing in a God. I ask this because it seems to me that I have to believe in one, in order to believe in the other.

"I guess what I am saying is that I really do like what I see in this kingdom, but I'm just not buying into it, so to speak. But if I have to believe in one in order to believe in the other, then I just don't know how to get started. Do you have any advice?"

"There most definitely is a connection." Lady Jennifer pondered her approach for a few moments then began, "There is a saying among conservatives that they like to use to describe the difference between them and liberals. And that is a person either believes in big G, God, or little g, government. If you believe in God, then you are likely to be a conservative, but if you believe in government, then you are likely to be a liberal.

"I personally believe this saying is true without exception, but a large number of Christian liberals would certainly take issue with it, and so would the few conservative atheist. I am particularly reminded of an atheist named Ayn Rand. While I would disagree with some of the reasons she has used to draw the conclusions she has, anyone claiming to be a conservative intellectual would be hard pressed to disagree with much of the principles she points out in her book, Atlas Shrugged. I would even go so far as to say that I don't know how you could call yourself a conservative intellectual without having read it.

"So rather than argue with the liberal Christians and conservative atheists over this saying, we in this kingdom prefer to describe a conservative as someone who has put more faith in God's creation of man, rather than in man's creation of government.

"There really is no intellectually honest way a liberal Christian can argue with this because they clearly have no faith in their fellow man. They firmly believe that elites must decide what is in everyone's best interest, from what their children should be taught in schools, to what health care they should have. They basically believe that anything that needs to be decided on, should be someone's governmental job to do it, and never be considered as anyone's personal responsibility.

"As for Ayn, with this saying she is not required to believe in a God, but if you were to read even her earlier works like Fountainhead, you would clearly see her describe the divine spirit of man, even though she doesn't recognize the source of that divinity.

"Is this helping any?" she asked. Alyson's expression could only be described as skeptical. "OK..." Lady Jennifer continued. "Let's try this from the other direction.

"When Karl Marx stated that religion was the opiate of the masses he was not making some offhanded remark, or some side observation. This was something that was central to his vision of communism. A tough, but necessary understanding that you must come to is that if you follow communism to its logical conclusion, you wind up with atheism, and what most liberals refuse to understand about what they believe is that they are only 'communism-light.'

"In other words, the only difference between communism and liberalism is a matter of degree. When you try to get a liberal to define the line between what the government should decide on, and what should be left for the people to decide for themselves, you wind up with wishy-washy answers like, 'the government should only decide what is necessary.' Ok then, what criteria is used to decide what is necessary, and who gets to decide that criteria?

"Don't ever expect a satisfactory answer to this question, because if you take a look at our government, you will see a behemoth that is only growing in size. It is in a continual state of finding new things that it must decide for its people, and never really giving up on anything it has claimed."

She paused a second. "...There is so much you need to learn about communism versus capitalism in order to understand these principles... I'm not sure how to put it any better with what you know so far. Any closer now?" she again asked, but without any confidence.

"No Mistress Jennifer," Alyson replied. "Not at all. What you describe about conservatives I only see as hypocrisy. Conservatives don't seem to mind using the government to tell me I can't have an abortion."

"You're absolutely correct, Ally," said Lady Jennifer. "And lets not forget things like our war on drugs. I can show you a whole host of things where conservatives are showing much more faith in little g over big G. But pointing out an hypocrisy does not, by itself, refute my point. It only shows that conservatives are human.

"But I can show you one big difference, and that is in the names we use. The people that conservatives want to use the full force of government on, they call criminals. The people liberals want to use the full force of government on, they call citizens.

"You know, I'm glad you brought this topic of hypocrisy up. Liberals love to call corporate CEOs evil, and all manner of nasty things, but you know what you never hear them called? Criminal. Liberal politicians like to bemoan corporations, but they aren't calling for them to be put out of business. Heavens no. For liberals, corporations are a two'fer. With them they have another source of tax revenue to confiscate, and they have a faceless entity that they get to demagogue against that can never garner any sympathy. Liberals are perfectly willing to allow corporations to make their 'evil' profits as long as they get their 'cut of the action' like a bunch of crime lords after the fact.

"We're going to get into this a lot more when we cover capitalism, and how corporations are nothing but government entities that are more suited to socialist nations than capitalistic ones."

Lady Jennifer paused and took a deep breath. "I probably should not have taken this path at all. I think the best advice I can give about believing in God is one that I heard given by a sex therapist on one of those call in talk radio shows. She was advising a woman who said she had never had an orgasm in her life, and her advice to this woman was to fake it. She said that by going through the motions of an orgasm she would eventually figure out what it takes to have one.

"That's my advice to you. Fake it. Just go through the motions of having faith, and I'm pretty sure you'll stumble across it. I'm also fairly confident that this is how everyone comes to God. They begin by associating with people they admire, and want to belong to, and then 'pretend' to have faith in order to fit in. Eventually they realize they aren't faking it anymore, and actually do have faith. Your problem, like many others, is that you keep waiting to have faith before you jump in, but you need to jump in, before you can have faith.

"Does that work for you?"

After a moments pause to think, she replied, "What you describe sounds more like how people become delusional, Mistress Jennifer."

"Fair enough," she said. "But from the outside looking in, faith always looks delusional regardless of what you believe, or the process you use to arrive at it. No matter how well reasoned you believe an idea of yours is, anyone who can't or refuses to grasp your reasons will see you as delusional in some way.

"Enough of this for now. There are two girls who must not have their fate delayed any longer." She said the last as she looked over at Allison and Sandra. "I want you two to lead everyone into the parlor." As they got up, and began a slow walk to the door, she continued. "I want you standing in between the couches and the other girls lined up behind the near one."

Marcia got up, and as Allison and Sandra walked past, she got in behind them. The two girls in front of her went where they were supposed to, and Marcia stood at the corner of the back of the couch just inside the parlor. As the rest of the girls came in, they lined up to Marcia's right.

When Linda came in, she sat in the love seat -- obviously eager for this afternoon's entertainment to begin. Lady Jennifer was the last one in, and she immediately went to her left. and pulled the leather strap off of the wall. She then casually strolled to the center of the room next to Sandra and Allison.

While swinging the strap back and forth she said, "As I stated earlier, this kingdom is very harsh, and very painful. For you two to take full advantage of what this kingdom has to offer, you must accept this without this slightest bit of reservation. You are going to be punished and humiliated often, and usually when you do not believe you deserve it."




Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 07



She directed this next part to all of the girls. "If there is one thing that I cannot overstate is that the very, very, very, very last thing that submission is, is getting to decide what you deserve. The worst thing you can ever do before you are punished is to claim you don't deserve it. When punishment has been declared, discussion is over, and acceptance is the only course of action."

She looked back at the penitent ones. "Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Jennifer," they replied in unison.

"But this doesn't mean I'm not allowed to change my mind," she continued. "I think I would like to be entertained before I only spank Allison. But don't think you're getting off easy Sandra, because what I have in store for you could turn out worse. What I would like to see is you over Marcia's lap for good sound spanking."

Up until now, Marcia had been standing casually and observing what was transpiring, although she was anything but a casual observer. As she followed Sandra into the parlor, she was staring at her behind, and wondering what it would be like to spank that ample bottom. As she stood there waiting for everyone to take their positions, her mind was wondering what kind of screams and moans she could get out of her as she alternated between spanking her bottom and stroking her pussy.

So when she heard what her mistress' desire was, she didn't react like 'Who? Me?' Far from it. Her whole demeanor changed. She stood up straight, with her shoulders flown back. With this came the now familiar surge of power flowing through her as she was mentally preparing herself for the task ahead.

"Marcia..." Lady Jennifer said to get her attention. When their eyes locked together, she issued a single command, "...impress me."

Marcia looked back at Sandra as a predator looks upon its prey. "Yes mistress. It will be my pleasure!" As she said this she could see a tremor of fear flow through Sandra. In four steps, she closed the gap between them. As she reached out with her left hand to grab the back of Sandra's hair, fear forced Sandra to move back to avoid her grasp. This forced Marcia to lunge in order to grab her.

The instant she had a firm control of Sandra, Marcia slapped her face as hard as she could, and yelled, "Don't you dare avoid me when I reach for you!" She waited a few seconds then slapped her hard again. "Do you understand!?"

"Yes, Marcia!" she cried.

She slapped her again and said, "When I'm dominating you like this, it's 'Yes Mistress.'"

"Yes, Mistress!" she cried again.

She slapped her one more time, "If you understand then why aren't your arms behind your back!?"

"Yes, Mistress!" and Sandra quickly complied.

This position really thrust her breasts out, and Marcia just had to stop and marvel at them. 'They must be triple D's," she thought. She knew she should drag her over to the couch to begin the spanking, but the urge to maul her breasts was too much. With her right hand, she attempted to grab hold of Sandra's entire left breast, but it was just too big. She squeezed hard with what she did have, and elicited a moan/cry from Sandra. Yet when she looked into her eyes, she only saw a plea for more. She then moved her hand over to its companion, and squeezed hard again. This got an even greater moan/cry from Sandra.

The feelings surging through Marcia now were exactly as Lady Jennifer described earlier, and that was ownership. She owned Sandra right now, and the look from her confirmed it. She knew she could do anything she wanted, and not only would Sandra allow it, she would welcome it.

In one fluid motion she brought Sandra's head forward for an open mouth devour of hers, while her free hand went down to grab Sandra's crotch through her dress. As Sandra felt where that hand was going, she slid her left leg out some to give easier access for her new mistress. Marcia's hand and tongue began to work in unison. As she thrust her tongue in her mouth, she squeezed Sandra's pubic mound, forcing her two middle fingers to penetrate her as best they could through the dress.

In no time at all, she could feel dampness through that dress. She pulled up and reached under the dress to grab her through her panties. After only a few more squeezes, she pushed aside the side of them, and thrust her two middle fingers deep within her. Sandra was crying and gasping through Marcia's open mouth. Soon Marcia's already soaked hand felt a flood of liquid gush on it.

As Sandra began to come down from her high, Marcia pulled back, and stared into her eyes. She then pulled her hand from Sandra's crotch, and brought it up to her own lips. She licked the tip of one of the fingers that had been inside, and liked it. She then licked the tip of the other, and followed that by quickly thrusting both into Sandra's mouth before she had time to react. Never taking her eyes off of Sandra's, she leaned forward and slowly licked the wetness off of the back of her hand.

"Enough of the pleasure," Marcia said as she pulled her fingers from Sandra's mouth, "It's now time for the pain." Marcia spun her around and pushed her towards the far couch from where the other girls were standing. As she sat down, she grabbed hold of Sandra's upper left arm, and yanked her across her lap. As she was doing so, she noticed that Sandra's white dress, which was just like the one she was wearing, looked like she peed in it. Rather than being revolted by the thought of that wetness dampening her own dress, she looked on it as a source of pride.

Marcia was now sitting on the middle cushion of the very long leather couch, facing the girls on the other side of the other one. Allison had moved down to stand at the intersection of the two couches. Her mother was the only other one sitting, with Lady Jennifer standing between her and the girls. Before she began, Marcia noticed the looks on everyone's faces. All of the girls looked shocked, Lady Jennifer was clearly amused, and the look on her mother's face was... what? Pride?

Marcia then wasted no time pulling back the hem of Sandra's dress, and delivering a pop on that ample behind. She lightly rubbed her bottom for a moment, and then slapped it three more times. This got a loud cry out her, 'but not loud enough,' thought Marcia. She then began a torrent of spanks that went on and on. Sandra began screaming almost immediately, but Marcia never gave her a chance to catch her breath.

Marcia eventually stopped, but only because her hand was really starting to hurt. "Try this," she heard. And as she looked up she saw a paddle spinning towards her from Lady Jennifer. It landed right on top of Sandra's ass with a loud slap. Marcia thought, 'Where does she get these paddles considering the body-hugging dresses she always wears?'

Marcia began trying to pull down Sandra's panties, but was having some difficulty. "Allison," said Lady Jennifer. "Pull Sandra's panties off for Marcia." She quickly complied, and then returned to where she was standing holding Sandra's wet panties. 

Sandra was deeply sobbing as Marcia resumed spanking her with the paddle. She quickly began alternating between spanking her, and teasing her vaginal lips with the handle of the paddle. In no time though she was penetrating her deeply.

Only a few minutes into her torture of Sandra, she heard Lady Jennifer call out, "Lisa!" and as she looked over to her, she saw her snap her fingers and point to the floor in front of her. This was curious to Marcia, because Lisa was the last girl in the room, which put her on the far end of the couch. 'Wouldn't it be easier if one of the closer girls was commanded to her?' she thought. Yet this started to make sense when she saw how easily, and with obvious great practice, Lisa knelt in front of her mistress, reached under her dress, pulled down her panties, and buried her face in her cunt.

'She has obviously been doing that a lot,' mused Marcia.

And then she glanced over at her mother and saw her with her dress pulled up, and casually rubbing her pussy through her panties. 'What exactly were the rules against women masturbating?' she thought. And what about Lady Jennifer doing the same thing before lunch when she was engaged with her mother? Then she remembered what Laura said this morning. 'All rules are strictly enforced, but few are taken seriously.' Oh well. She figured she had enough on her hands at the moment.

And boy, what a handful was Sandra! She was an incredible example of voluptuous womanhood that was just beginning to blossom. She couldn't get enough of the feel of her, and wanted desperately to spend more time playing with those magnificent breasts. Then she remembered how skillfully Lady Jennifer spun her around yesterday afternoon, and wondered if she could also pull off that maneuver. 'Probably not,' she thought, 'but I will get her turned over somehow.'

Setting the paddle aside for the moment, she grabbed hold of the inside of Sandra's right thigh and the inside of her upper right arm, then did a clean jerk to spin her around. It was very clumsy, but she got Sandra on her back with her right leg over Marcia's left shoulder. She picked the paddle back up, and delivered a painful crack to the inside of Sandra's right thigh only an inch above her vagina. She got a howl out of her from that, but now she could stare into her eyes, and the eyes that stared back wanted more! With her arms above her head, and her blond hair swirled and framed around her face, she was a stunning vision of submission. 

Marcia reached out with her left hand and began unbuttoning the front of her dress. This was a bit awkward to do with one hand, and it got Lady Jennifer to exclaim, "Allison! Don't just stand there! Make yourself useful again!" Allison quickly knelt in front of the girls, and got the rest of the buttons undone. Luckily her bra had a convenient front clasp, so Allison didn't have to figure out how to get her arms out of her dress in order to get the bra off. She soon found her self back where she was, still holding Sandra's panties. 

Marcia could now squeeze Sandra's breasts while spanking her inner thighs. She was alternating between the left thigh and the right thigh while squeezing the left breast and the right one. She then began to tweak each nipple hard as she plunged the handle of the paddle deep within her. Sandra eventually erupted in an orgasm that soaked hers and Marcia's dress.

Marcia threw Sandra's leg back over her head to let it fall down, then leaned over into her for a passionate kiss. After a moment or two, she leaned back up, and looked over at Lady Jennifer. Her mistress was barely paying any attention to her as she was enjoying the activity of Lisa at her feet. "Do you think I'm still getting it, Mistress Jennifer?" she asked.

"Oh, you've got it baby," she replied in a haze of pleasure. "You've got it good." She then ground her pussy back and forth a few times on Lisa's face for a quick one, then said, "Sandra! Kneel in front of Marcia."

Sandra was still in a fog, but that loud command got her to move fast. She rather clumsily rolled off Marcia, then knelt in front of her. Lady Jennifer continued, "I want you to thank Marcia for going so easy on you when you jerked back from her grasp. If you had pulled that stunt with me, you would have received far more than a slap in the face." 

Sandra looked up into Marcia's face, and said with all of the sincerity she could muster, "Thank you, Mistress Marcia. I deserved every slap you gave me, and will gladly accept anything you choose to give me in the future... Anything." That last word was not said seductively, but desperately. Marcia knew Sandra was hers to do with as she pleased from her on out.

"All right Allison," said Lady Jennifer. "It's time for your comeuppance. Bend over this arm of the couch." She was pointing to the one closest to her, just in front of the other girls.

As Allison was walking over, Lady Jennifer noticed that she was still holding Sandra's panties. "Sandra. Stand up, and take your clothes off... Now!" Marcia stood up with her to help her out of her dress. She was hoping that Lady Jennifer had something in mind that would alleviate the raging storm going on between her thighs, but no such luck. "Now put your panties back on, and lie down on the couch for Allison to use as a gag."

This hardly seemed fair to Marcia. She should be the one that gets to come (cum?) underneath Allison, not the girl that just did in a spectacular fashion. To make matters worse, she was command to go back on the other side of the couch with the rest of the girls.

There she was, standing there in a dress that looked liked she'd peed in it (thanx to Sandra), and desperate to stick her hand up her dress, just like her mom still was.

Allison was now bent over the low arm of the couch with her arms wrapped under Sandra's thighs, and her hands locked together over Sandra's stomach -- just as her mistress commanded. As her mouth came down on Sandra pubic mound, Lady Jennifer ordered Lisa to raise Allison's hem. As soon as she saw panties, Lady Jennifer delivered the first stroke of the belt with a loud pop. This was followed by a loud, yet muffled, scream of agony, then immediately followed by a loud, and unmuffled groan of pleasure from Sandra.

Marcia recalled what that felt like last night as Lady Jennifer screamed into her vagina. Not just the vibrations of the scream, but also the hot and cold air that was pushed and pulled past her clit from her heavy breathing. She was now getting even more incensed with every crack of the belt. She should be the one down there, not Sandra.

It was then she noticed Alyson standing to her right, and she also noticed that she was looking at her, and not at what was going on in front of them. "Yes, mistress," Alyson quietly said, and at first Marcia thought she was being mocked, and was about to unload on her because of her frustration. Then she saw in her eyes an attitude that was the furthest thing from mockery. Marcia could tell she desperately wanted some of what she just gave Sandra.

With a need driven by her frustration, she reached around with her left hand to grab the back of Alyson's hair. Alyson submitted immediately by turning her head to the left, to give easy access for Marcia, and threw her arms behind her back to grab her elbows. Once she had firm control of her head, Marcia pulled back and down to lift up Alyson's face, and then began hungrily devouring her mouth. She quickly moved down her neck to her shoulder, and at the same time, pulled up the back of Alyson's dress, and tucked it into her arms that were locked behind her. As she thrust her left knee between her legs to stabilize her, she smacked Alyson's ass as hard as she could.

It was then one whack after another on her panty-covered ass as Alyson ground her crotch into Marcia's thigh. Marcia was enjoying this position to spank a girl much more than the way she spanked Sandra, because she had Alyson pulled tightly to her body. It took a lot more effort to hold her up, but this made it much more intimate, and amplified her feelings of domination. Alyson's mouth was right next to her ear, so she could revel in her cries, and heavy breathing. Alyson did not last long under this assault, and soon Marcia had more false evidence against her that she peed in her dress.

This was the final straw for Marcia. It was now her turn, damn it! She brutally pulled down on Alyson's hair, driving her to her knees. Just as she did with her mother today, she pulled her dress over Alyson's head, and jammed her pussy against her face. "Pull my panties down!" she soon demanded. Alyson complied, and once they were off, she threw her right leg over Alyson's left shoulder, and then ground into her face again. "Suck me! Suck me hard!" 

As her cum began to flow, she used both her hands to pull Alyson's face into her. The past few times she orgasmed she passed water, but not like this. This was a gusher, and she screamed at Alyson, "Drink it all bitch! Don't let a drop get past you!" Alyson complied without fail.

As the fog of ecstasy lifted, she realized that Lady Jennifer was no longer spanking Allison, and in fact, everyone was staring at her in utter amazement. Lady Jennifer then looked over at Linda, and said, "We haven't just created monster. We've created a scene stealer as well!" 

~ End of Chapter 7 ~ Marcia's Got It ~ 



Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch. 08



This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex.

Posted 6 May 08 -- Revised June 09

Chapter 8: Her Father's Maiden

The next few days for Marcia went by in a blur. With her mixed feelings of dread and anticipation of her father making her a maiden, she was having a hard time focusing on the present. Since she was not a maiden yet, she couldn't socialize with anyone outside of the girls who were initiating with her. This left her days filled only with instructions and lessons preparing her to belong to the kingdom.

Much of the instruction was pretty mundane, from how women cook and clean within the kingdom, so that they can work together as a team, to how to properly use make up and other beauty tips to attract the attention of others -- both men and women. Most of this Marcia already knew from her mother, she just didn't know that this was all part of belonging to the kingdom.

Other things she did to prepare herself were things she could never have imagined, like all of the dom/sub role-playing, and using sex toys like dildos. Of particular interest to her for some strange reason was the bikini area electrolysis. The lady who performed this on all of them was very talented, and employed the pain of the hair probe, and oral stimulation of the clitoris, to drive every girl mad with pleasure. 

Her only view to the kingdom at large was in the evening talking to Laura before she went out on dates. Some of the things Laura related were fascinating, and made her want to become a maiden even more. ...although... the guys Laura was going out with must not be that great, considering she always came back incredibly horny, and desperate for attention from Marcia.

...And she was only too happy to oblige. Marcia by now was clearly developing into a full fledge dominatrix. Of the girls she was initiating with, only her and Evellyn were comfortable with the domination roles. Ally seemed to be also, but she definitely preferred to submit. When the other girls were forced to take the domination side during their exercises, they couldn't be more clumsy and inept at it.

To everyone's surprise, Ally became the first girl among them to initiate into maidenhood. She did so on the fourth night, and this actually incensed Marcia, because she knew she was ready also. She saw her mother every day, and each time it was "No, not now. Soon. I promise." After the fifth day her mother's answer became "You can always select Lord Jacob. He'd take you right now." But no, having her father initiate her had become a point of pride for her by now.

On the eighth day, after all of the other girls had been initiated, her mother finally said, "Your father is ready for you now. I'm here to take you to his office."

Marcia had wanted this to happen for so long that she was unprepared for the panic that descended upon her with what she was about to go through. She knew from talking to Ally and the others that she was at a minimum going to receive a fierce belt spanking. What else she might receive as a pre-test that is supposedly worse than that was filling her with fear.

Wearing only what she had been wearing the entire week, which was a knee-length white dress that buttoned up the front, and flared out at the hips, her mother loaded her into the car, and drove her from the manor. On the drive, her mother said, "I know it seemed cruel to make you wait so long, but we both wanted to make sure that you really wanted him to do the initiation."

After driving in silence for a few minutes, Marcia said, "So are you still not going to tell me what to expect? Don't you even care that I get in or not?"

Linda was clearly torn, but finally said, "I want you to know that I will be devastated if your father throws you out, but you have much to learn about our kingdom if you think I'll disobey his wishes." After a few more minutes of silence, she continued, "I know your father plans to push you like he has never pushed any girl before you, and because of that, I'm at least comfortable with offering you advice. When it finally dawns on you what it is that he expects of you, you are going to panic. You are not even going to believe it is possible, but trust me, it is. Don't fight it. Just submit. Remember that. Total and complete submission is the only path that works."

After a few more minutes, the realization of where they were going finally struck Marcia. "Why are we going to Dad's office? Shouldn't we be going home, or some other place where the agents that work there won't know what is going on?"

"We can't go home and risk any of your brothers accidentally stumbling in on what he will be doing to you," replied Linda. "Actually, your father's office is a perfect place for this. It's nearly sound proof, and all of the agents that work in the front office area are members of the kingdom, so it doesn't matter if they know what is going on."

"Now that I think about it," said Marcia. "I've always thought it odd that when I went over to his office that all of his agents working there were beautiful young women. If it wasn't for your own beauty, I would think you would be jealous of it."

"Jealous?" Linda said. "You really do have a lot to learn about our kingdom. Sure, I do jokingly refer to your father's downtown real estate business as his personal harem. Yet this kind of work is ideal for women of our kingdom, because they can come and go as they please. At any one time there are twenty women working there, but over eighty are listed as actual agents. There is even a day care facility on the same floor. Of all of the jobs women are encouraged to get, your father's business is the most sought after. But in no way am I jealous.

"You have to understand that there is nothing any of those girls can offer that is special to him. He can pick and choose among the loveliest young girls, but all they have to offer are their bodies, and those are a dime a dozen. With me, he has a unique perspective onto his soul that takes years, and a complete dedication to him, to develop. No other woman could ever threaten that. There just isn't any way.

"I find jealousy to be probably the single most tragic emotion any woman could possibly indulge in. Ninety-nine percent of the time when a husband leaves his wife for another woman, it is the wife who is at fault. The other one percent it's the man's. It is never, and I repeat never, the other woman's fault. Wasting one second on hostility towards her only ensures the likely-hood of him leaving.

"By focusing all of your attention on him, and letting him know that there is nothing he needs to hide from you, you will become invaluable to him; you will become irreplaceable to him. And how will you know you are irreplaceable? It's when some young tart catches his eye, and you know down to your core you have nothing to fear from it.

"So am I jealous of where your father works? Far from it. In fact, as the wife of your father, I'm entitled to do or demand anything thing I want with those girls. You're father likes to joke that this is actually my personal harem." Both women giggled at that comment as they continued down the highway to Anthony's office.

After again driving in silence for a while, Marcia asked, "Mom, I've been thinking about something. Is it just me, or does it seem like there is far more focus placed on women pleasing men in sex than the other way around?"

"Before I answer that, I would like you to elaborate some more on why you think that is true," Linda replied.

"Well," Marcia continued. "Not only do the rules clearly favor men's pleasure over women's, but I've noticed that Laura always comes back to our room incredibly frustrated, and in desperate need of release. Then there is the fact that the only time I have seen a man engaged in sex in this kingdom is when Lord Jacob had sex with Lady Jennifer, and he had Laura finish her off, rather than him. Don't the men of this kingdom feel any responsibility in satisfying women?"

Linda's answer really surprised Marcia. "The short answer is, none at all." After giving Marcia a chance to dwell on that she continued. "Seems unfair, huh?"

"Yes. Yes it does," Marcia replied almost stunned.

Linda continued, "You need to keep in mind that in this kingdom, we focus on what is important, and not on what is fair. Let me ask you, which is more important, lighting your 'fire,' or quenching it?"

"Isn't it obvious? Doesn't the pleasure of sex come from the sexual release?" Marcia replied rhetorically.

"See, you're focused on the pleasure, and not on the steps required to bring it about," Linda said. "Your answer totally dismisses how important it is to first light your fire. When it comes to an orgasm, I can bring one about much better than what anyone can do to me, and that includes both men and women. I find a good vibrator excellent for that function... but you know, staring at a shaft of plastic or silicone has never done much for me.

"There are many women now-a-days who will say to the man in their life 'Don't turn me on unless you are prepared to finish what you have started.' Since whether you experience any sexual release is more a function of what is going on in your head, and not anything a man does, this just breeds a sexual inferiority complex in men. How often do you suppose these kinds of women will have their men approach them to initiate a sexual encounter?

"Trust me, if you expect men to bring about your sexual release, all you are going to accomplish is limiting what they do best, and that is lighting your fire in the first place. As part of your training as a maiden you will learn how to show gratitude for the sexual attention of men without expecting anything more beyond that. This not only increases the sexual attention you will get, but it also allows you to develop more intimate relationships with the women in your life to help you with the release you so enjoy.

"Admit it. It doesn't bother you one bit to have to deal with a sexually charged Laura when she returns in the evening. Doesn't it?"

Marcia nodded her head in agreement, "OK, OK. I admit it."

Linda continued, "I know you have heard it many times already, but it can't be stressed strongly enough. This kingdom expects men to do what they do best, and women to do what they do best, and no thought is wasted on what's fair. In the end, everyone is so much more happier because of it."

They again continued to drive in silence, but this time it was Linda that broke it. "I think that it is safe to say that most of the things that we consider special and important about this kingdom look from the outside like the women are getting a raw deal. For instance, anyone looking at us would say what a terrible thing it is that we -- a mother and daughter -- are forced to have sex with each other for the amusement of men. Yet what is only the amusement for men, is actually the source of a real change for the better between us.

"Anyone else in our position could have just lamented their fate, but as women of this kingdom, we are not allowed to wallow in misery over the things we cannot control. We are required to find the silver lining in the cards dealt to us by men. From this, both men and women of this kingdom learn to do the same with the fate handed to us by God. We could lament the fate handed to us by God, but instead we make the most of it.

"I guess the reason I'm telling you this, is to help you understand why I can't help you with what you are about to go through. Obeying our husbands is about learning how to obey God. We need to learn how to obey them without subverting their will. It's what's in everyone's best interest.

"Now I want to make this perfectly clear, we in no way view our husbands as Gods. What I am speaking of here is actually going to take a long time for you to fully understand, but if you fail with your father, this will be our last time to discuss the kingdom and its role in helping us learn the things we do. It's just... It's just that there is so much about this kingdom that a newcomer could never comprehend. Many of our rules will always look mean, or stupid, or arbitrary, when in fact there are very sound reasons behind them.

"You must understand that what you are about to go through is very serious. It's not a game. If you fail you will not be allowed to continue into the kingdom. Just remember that both your father and I will always love and respect you regardless of the outcome, but if you don't get in, please believe that at least I believe there are very valid reasons for it."

Linda said this last bit while driving into the parking garage of the building her husband's real estate office was in. As much as Marcia was looking forward to finally becoming a maiden, she was dreading what was about to happen next. She followed her mother into the elevator that lead up to the 20th floor with an almost robotic trance -- intentionally trying not to think about what her fate was going to be.

Her father's business occupied half of the floor. As they both entered the lobby they heard the young, and beautiful receptionist say, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Quillis."

"Good afternoon, Cynthia," she replied back. Linda then looked over at Marcia. "Wait here a minute while I talk to your father." She then walked past several desks behind the receptionist, and through the door of Anthony's office.

Marcia had been here many times before, but as she stood in the front lobby she started looking at this place with new eyes. The young receptionist behind the counter, and all of the other women she could see working at their desks, seemed to look at her as if they knew full well what was about to happen to her.

"Marcia." She heard from the receptionist trying to get her attention. "Yes, we all know what's about to happen to you. I think it's best you know that, so that you won't be wondering about it. There's no need to feel any shame. We will all be pulling for you."

In a way, Marcia was glad to hear this. It made her feel more like she was joining a sorority, and less like she was going off to her doom. She didn't have much time to ponder this, because her mother came out of the office, and waved her over.

"As soon as the pretest ends I'll be in with you. And remember, no questions, or talking of any kind until he is done." She kissed her daughter on the cheek, and bid her into her husband's office with "Good luck."

Marcia took a deep breath to collect her thoughts, then walked into the office, and closed the door behind her. Leaning back against the front of his desk was her father. This was the man that was her model as she was growing up of what a man should be. He was dressed in an immaculate Armani dark gray suit, with a light-gray silk shirt, and a tie that was a shade in between. As always, he was stunning with his broad shoulders, and slim hips. 

So many conflicting ideas were running through her head right now about what he has meant to be her father, and now, what he means to be a man. A man that she felt with every fiber of her being she needed to submit to. She recalled instantly what Lady Jennifer said about her domination of us girls was really nothing more than preparing her to better submit to her husband. She thought 'no truer words were ever spoken,' because she desperately needed -- not just want, but needed -- to submit to her father. And she knew that it was the dominating of the girls she was initiating with that helped her to understand that.

Anthony leaned forward off of his desk, took off his jacket, and laid it on his desk. He then slowly strolled over to his daughter like a large and powerful tiger. As he approached, Marcia thought, 'Well this is it. No matter what happens next, I will submit. No questions asked.'

When he was within a couple feet of her he reached out with his left hand. Marcia turned her head slightly to her left signaling her willing submission. As he grabbed hold of her hair, she reached behind her to grab hold of her forearms, then slid her legs slightly apart. He rotated her head back to look her in the eyes for a few moments, and then pulling her hair down, and pressing his forearm on her shoulder, he brought her to her knees.

Marcia was beginning to panic. 'Does he have in mind what I think he does,' she thought. As his right hand started pulling his belt apart, no question was left in her mind. Sucking a man's cock was not something unheard of to her. One of her boyfriends back at school tried to get her to do it once, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her best friend told her of her experience, but her friend thought it was disgusting. The sucking part was OK, it was when her boy friend came in her mouth that she thought was disgusting.

The only time she had witnessed it was that first night in the kingdom when Lady Jennifer did it to Lord Jacob, but she would describe that event more as him fucking her mouth, rather than her sucking his cock. From the way this was shaping up, it was probably going to be the same thing for her.

With the belt and pants open, Anthony kept a wide stance to keep his pants up. He then pulled out from his plaid boxers an already hardening cock. Wasting no time, he plowed into his daughter's mouth, and was rewarded by her willingness to take him in.

When Marcia saw his cock she could hardly believe what she saw. She had seen his cock a few times while growing up, but never in this state. She had serious doubts about whether she could get her mouth around it, but as he thrust it at her mouth, she was determined to get it in. 'Was this what her mother warned her about?' she thought. Yet in spite of her fears, it went in.

Anthony decided to take his time, and slowly ease his cock in and out only a few inches. Yet at the same time, he didn't want to lull her into believe this was all there was. After the tenth stroke he pushed an inch more than before, and elicited a gag from her. He pulled out slightly, paused, then thrust in the same depth again. More gagging. Another pull, another pause, and another thrust. This time no gag, but her tight throat was preventing him from penetrating further.

Marcia began to relax as he pumped in and out only a few inches, and was beginning to think she would have no problems with this. Her only concern now was how to deal with when he came. She knew enough of this subject to know that guys want the girl to swallow it, but that girls thought it was disgusting. She figured that it couldn't be that bad, so she decided she would deal with it the same way she dealt with having liver for dinner. Regardless of the taste, she was going to swallow.

These thoughts went quickly out of her mind as her father shoved his cock to the back of her throat. She gagged. It took every effort she could not to throw up. 'Was this a slip on his part?' But no, he did it again. 'Was this what my mom warned me about? Do I have to fight to keep from gaging? No. She said I must submit.' She thought about relaxing and not fighting, so the next time it came back she was able to keep from gagging.

Anthony put both hands behind his daughter's head and slowly pulled her head onto his cock. He didn't get it all of the way in, but he did get it in enough to cut off her breathing. He held it a few seconds then pulled back. As soon as his cock cleared her throat he could feel the warm air coming through her nostrils on his cock as she tried to recover from holding her breath. The important thing was that she did not fight this at all. He thrust again to the same depth, but this time he held it for half a minute before giving her a chance to breath again. He thrust again, and this time he buried himself up to his balls and held it there for another half minute.

'Is he trying to get his entire penis in my mouth!' she screamed to herself. 'How can this be?! It's too long! It's too damn long?!' she again screamed to herself as she felt both his hands behind her head, then felt him shove his cock down her throat. She was in full panic. She couldn't breath. 'This has to be what mom meant,' she thought to herself. But she knew her throat curved down, while if anything, his cock curved up. 'This can't be possible!'




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As soon as she said that, she knew that it was indeed possible, because she trusted her mother, and more importantly, she trusted her father. From there on a calm came over her as father pulled out a little, gave her a moment to breath, and then thrust again. This time she noticed the pain. His cock was too big, and angled all wrong, but she didn't care. She would endure. He held her there even longer this time, which give her a chance to relax, and figure out a better angle for her throat in order to accommodate him.

When he pulled back again to gave her another chance to breath, she knew with absolute certainty he was going all the way in, and with the same confidence, she knew she would handle it. The pain this time was worse as her nose was shoved into her father's pubic hair. It was worse... yet it was better. The more it hurt, the more she felt her father owned her. That was the closest emotion she could ascribe to what she was feeling.

When he finally pulled out to give her a chance to breath, she was beyond disappointed. She felt she had failed him because she knew she could have lasted longer. And the longer she lasted the more she proved to herself that she was owned by him -- that she was his property to do with as he pleased.

Five more times, Anthony dragged his daughter's head onto his cock. Each time he held her there a little longer, and each time he had to fight even harder not to come. He didn't want her to choke on his semen, so this was a very fine line he was balancing on. After the sixth time he pulled almost all the way out except for the very tip of his cock, then while holding her hair with his right hand, he stroked his cock with his left until he came.

Five more times, Marcia engulfed him and held him as if this was the only possible purpose she could ever have in life. Each time she prayed he would let her stay a little longer, and each time she was rewarded. After the sixth time she panicked once again, but this time it was because she thought he was pulling out. To her relief, she realized as she saw him stroking his cock that this meant he was about to cum. 

When his semen started shooting into her mouth she welcomed it. 'The taste isn't so bad,' she thought. 'Maybe it was the consistency that gave women problems with it. It is a bit slimy.' All she knew was she felt honored by him. When she finally swallowed it hurt quite a bit, because her throat felt as if she had been punched there.

Anthony lifted his daughter onto her feet and gave her a big hug. "You did great, baby."

He pulled back and looked into her eyes and saw her beaming. She said, incredibly hoarse, "So did I pass?"

The hesitation from her father caused her concern. Finally he said, "Not yet." These words struck her with a force she had not thought possible. Then he continued, "Normally this would be the end. At least for any other woman I would initiate. In your case though, I still have another step."

"But Why?!" she cried, still not able to talk normally.

He continued, "It's important for you to understand that I would rather deal with the fall out to our relationship if you believed that I kicked you out unfairly, than deal with the fall out to our relationship if you believed I wanted you in so that I can have sex with you. My relationship with you is far more important than any sex act could be, and if you stay in, we will engage in sex -- a lot in fact.

"As such, when we move on to the spanking phase of this trial, I will make it so painful that the only way you could stay in is if you wanted it more than life itself." With that said, he walked over to the door as he put his pants back together, and let his wife in. She immediately ran over to her daughter and hugged her.

"How are you doing, honey?" she said.

"He said..." she started to say, and then gulped from the pain.

"Feels like you got kicked in the throat by a mule, huh?" her mother asked.

"If only," was her only possible reply.

"Don't worry," she continued. "You'll get used to it. I can take any man completely without a second thought to it now. As long as it isn't too thick to get in my throat, I can take any length."

"If I get the chance to get used to it." She said almost sarcastically. Then continuing almost in a panic. "He just told me I can still get kicked out. Do you know about this?"

"Yes, but I'm not worried. I know your stronger than he thinks you are. If you can get past what you just went through, then the caning you're about to get will be a snap. It's very painful, but it's just pain. It doesn't make you think you're going to choke to death like having a massive cock shoved down your throat does."

"What do you mean by caning?" Marcia asked.

Her father stepped in, "You'll find out soon enough. Evidently I haven't been administering it to your mother like I should have."

He strolled around his desk, put his jacket on the back of his chair, sat in it, then continued, "I'm going to need a little while to recover before we continue, so we have some time to talk. Sit down." He said this as he waved over to the couch up against the wall to his left.

Marcia and her mother sat down next to each other. It was then that Marcia noticed that this couch was exactly the same as the ones in Lady Jennifer's lounge. It was a rich leather couch with low wide arms. 'Perfect for putting a woman over for a severe spanking,' thought Marcia. She got a little wet just thinking about it.

"You mother tells me that you believe I have misled you in your religious training. Care to elaborate?" her father asked.

"In just a second, dad." Marcia looked over at her mother and asked, "What's your opinion on swallowing semen?"

Linda had one of those where-did-that-question-come-from looks, but recovered quickly when she realized it was obvious. "Love it. Can't get enough of it. I love it when a man shoots it in my mouth, and I especially love sucking it out of a well-fucked pussy. When your father gets through fucking you with a condom in a little while, I'll even suck the semen of it. I abhor the notion of a man's cum being thrown out in the garbage in a condom, or flushed down the toilet in tissue. 

"You know, I'm glad you brought this up, because it ties in nicely with what I was talking about earlier in the car. It would be very easy to write off semen as disgusting. It has a funky taste, and the consistency of snot. You could easily choose that you want as little to do with it as possible, but where exactly will that get you?

"If you think that teaching a man that something he likes to do is repellent is somehow going to lead to something that benefits you, you're crazy. In the near future, we are going to spend a great deal of time on what it takes to make a man evil, but for now, one of the surest ways to do it is to teach him that what he likes to do is evil or wrong.

"Let me be as plain as I can be. Whether a man's cum is something you relish or revile is your choice to make. Most women believe that reviling it is something that just happens to them. They don't see it as a choice. To them, finding cum repellent is just a fact. Nothing more. What they demonstrate by this, is that they are the victims of their bodies, and not the masters of it. It's no different than the gag reflex that I know you had to overcome when your father pushed in. For most women, anything they have to overcome is something that is wrong, and must be avoided. 

"Not me. I am the master of my body, and I choose to relish it. And this isn't some con either. If you're just acting like you like it, you will eventually gag or grimace, and ruin everything your trying to accomplish. But more importantly, you will be living a lie. And an important concept for your personal well being that you must understand is that you have a lot of control over what is the truth, and loving cum can be a truth if you so choose."

"I'm definitely going to choose to like it," replied Marcia. "You may find this hard to believe, but I actually felt honored when he came in me."

"That's great!" Linda exclaimed. "It's a sign that submission is flowing through you naturally. And you should be honored. Deeply honored. That emotion will serve you far better than believing you're doing your husband some big favor when you swallow his cum. I really pity women who feel that way. They have no clue how much they shut down the sexuality of the man in their life when they express that opinion in some way to him."

Linda's position on the couch put her facing towards her husband. When she looked over at him, she saw a slight smirk on her face. "Yes?" she asked.

"Oh, don't mind me," he said with his hands up in the air. "I love listening to women talk sex. Particularly when it benefits me."

"It always benefits you, dear," she responded. She looked over at Marcia, and said, "I think we've said enough for now. Go ahead and tell him how you feel. And be honest about it."

Marcia had been turned towards her mother, so she shifted around to face her father and said, "There have been some things I have been learning from Lord and Lady Jacob that have conflicted with the way you raised me, and I'm having a hard time trying to reconcile them. The big one was the fact you have raised me to be pro-life, and now it appears that I'm suppose to be pro-choice. Yet if there is anything you have stressed to me, it's that I should never compromise on my principles. What gives, dad?"

"It's actually quite simple," he began. "I raised you to have a proper sense of right and wrong, and I raised you to respect the sanctity of life. Nothing more. The fact that you are deeply troubled by what you are learning from Lord and Lady Jacob, I take as a point of pride, because it proves you are not easily swayed.

"The source of your trouble is that fact that you have a very immature understanding of what religion and politics are. But don't feel too bad. Most adults have a very immature understanding of them as well. Now that you are an adult, it's time to develop an adult understanding. Since what I am about to discuss with you I would regardless of whether you are in the kingdom, I don't see any reason we can't get started now.

"One of my core responsibilities as a squad leader is to instruct those beneath me, both men and women, in religious teachings. And note I said teaching; not preaching.

"When I do, I always begin with a quote from Thomas Jefferson. 'Say nothing of my religion. It is known to God and myself alone. '

"This quote speaks to me on two different levels, and it's important that you understand them as you listen to what follows. The first, and most important level is that I do not care what your opinion is on whether what I believe is right or wrong. If something I say inspires you, that's great. If you think I am wrong, too bad.

"The same is true for you. If you construed anything Lord Jacob said as you having to be pro-choice, then you're wrong. Simple as that. If they said you 'should' be pro-choice, then they were saying it in terms of what they believe will benefit you the most, not what they believe to be right.

"The second, and far more deeper level that this quote speaks to me is that you, or anyone else listening to what I have to say, can never fully understand my relationship with God. I am going to do my best with this imperfect tool called the English language to describe it, but don't believe for a second that you will ever completely comprehend it. At best, all I can do is only allude to my beliefs. It's up to you to take whatever meaning you feel applies.

"I'm sure Lady Jennifer covered what are words for, correct?" When Marcia nodded, he continued. "Words are nothing but tools to craft an idea for the purpose of communication. Some words make better tools than others, and probably the worst tools you could pull from the language toolbox are the words politics and religion. No two words have their meanings distorted by agendas, rather than for the purpose of communication, than them.

"Some people will say that there is no relationship between them -- that they have nothing to do with each other. These people like to scream 'separation of church and state' as if this was in our constitution, yet it's only found in a letter written to a church long ago. Others believe these words are one and the same, and have no real distinction. It's easy to point at some Muslims and Christians and accuse them of this, but I would throw in quite a few liberals and atheists as well, which I'll explain later.

"As you should know by now, we of this kingdom are big on dichotomies. The more we understand the existence of some, the more we find them in other places. Probably the most surprising one occurred when we tried to wrap our heads around good definitions for politics and religion. As far as we are concerned, they are not the same, yet at the same time, you can't define one without the other. That makes them a dichotomy. 

"Let's begin with looking at the accepted definitions of religion. They include things like 'a strong belief in a supernatural power or powers that control human destiny,' or ' an institution to express a belief in a divine power.' Neither definition uses the word God, but all currently accepted definitions imply that God is required to define religion.

"My problem with these definitions is that anyone who accepts them can assume that if you don't believe in God then you don't have a religion. Yet if you buy the old saying that goes 'To choose not to choose is still a choice,' then you aught to see that if you don't believe in God that is still your religion. So everyone does indeed have a religion, it's just that some believe in a God, many gods, or no God at all.

"The same sort of problem exists with politics. The accepted definitions for it include 'the study of government of states and other political units,' or 'the profession devoted to governing and to political affairs.' These definitions make it seem like only those things that you want the government to do are your politics.

"Yet as a conservative, my politics include things that I don't want the government to do. I very much do not want the government to engage in welfare programs, and when I state this, liberals accuse me of wanting the poor to starve. The reality is that I do not believe the government is effective in solving these problems, and only just compounds them.

"From our perspective, our society needs new definitions for both these words. Many people will reject these definitions, because they don't fit within their agendas. But whether or not they accept them, you need to keep them straight in your head in order to better understand them.

"Beginning with religion, our new definition is 'the values you use to define who you are.' 

"Notice that there is no mention of God in this definition. We see religion as what you do to determine who you are. Far too many people in our society see themselves as something that just happened. They didn't put much thought into how they become what they became, so these people have a very weak religion. I find it ironic that most of the people who claim not to be religious do so because they don't want others to decide for themselves what they want to believe, yet they demonstrate no control over determining who they want to be either.

"So our view is that it is the religious people who make the conscience thought in controlling who they are, and the more religious a person is, the more thought they have put into it. Sure, many have decided to use the definitions provided by others, but the facts are, they have at least made choices to become something, rather than just be a product of their environment.

"As for our new definition of politics, we define it as 'determining the norms and customs that the members of any society use to interact with one another.'

"Here is another definition that is missing a word commonly found in it, and in this case the word is government. It is important that the word is removed, because as long as it is in there, liberals can always dominate the debate. 

"Yet removing this word simply reflects reality. The government does not determine the norms and customs of our society. Anyone being passed by everyone else on the freeway doing 75 in a 65 mph zone knows that laws do not determine what we do. They can effect what we do, but they do not determine it. We must think beyond government if we want to be effective in determining how we are to interact with each other.

"Once we have God out of the definition of religion, and government out of the definition politics, its now possible to have meaningful discussions on these subjects. More importantly, religion can now be seen as an integral part of any discussion on politics, because our preference in politics comes from how we define ourselves. 

"Yet as much as our preference in politics comes from our religious values, there is an important distinction between them that must be understood. Understanding this distinction is critical in understanding religion and politics, and that is 'for a truly functional society, no member of it needs to agree with anyone else on religion, yet we all should agree on politics.' This is the core of the dichotomy, and why they are related and cannot be defined without the other.

"From our perspective on religion, no two people can agree on religion. The only way that two people could have the same religion is if they were both the same person. While it is possible for many people to share the same values, most of those values are not valued the same. 

"As an example, take a common Christian value that homosexuality is wrong. Most value this, but few would be the kind of person that stands on the side of a gay pride parade with a sign that screams "GOD HATES FAGS." That kind of person does not have the same religion as most Christians do.

"Once you have accepted that we all can't have the same religion, it is a lot easier to see that we all can share the same politics. Politics are not about who we are, but how we agree to deal with each other. Far too many people use their politics to define who they are, and this is a mistake. No one should ever compromise on his or her religion, but we all must compromise for the sake of politics; that's the name of the game. 

"Like I said earlier, many people will disagree completely with these definitions. If you are a liberal who believes that only the government can solve our problems, you will never accept a definition that allows a discussion of us working together without it. It's very important for liberals that people who want to implement other means to solve these things in the private sector be labeled as people who really don't care to see them solved.

"I was listening to a radio show recently where a liberal was attempting to prove that true patriotism requires liberal thinking, and an important core of that view point was how he saw taxation. To him, it was simply the physical manifestation of teamwork, where we all prove we are in this together. The fact that conservatives perceive taxation as only confiscation was all he needed to see them as unpatriotic. He just wished that conservatives would admit that we are not in this together -- that we are each in it for ourselves -- and stop calling themselves as patriots.

"It takes a very twisted mind to believe that only when you cooperate with what you are required to do by force of law can you prove your patriotism. These people would have to completely shatter every concept of who they think they are to accept our definition of politics, so don't hold your breath. I certainly will never accept this guys definition of patriotism.

"The same is true for atheists on religion -- although the percentage of those who would disagree is much smaller for them than liberals on politics. I would say most atheists would not object to this new definition of religion. Many would in fact welcome this definition, because it would reflect how much thought they have put into what they believe. But still, a very vocal minority certainly would disagree.




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"Take the issue of religious symbols on public property. These symbols are about religious expression, and have absolutely nothing to do with religious imposition, which is what our founding fathers were concerned with when they included the freedom of religion in our constitution. Putting a cross on a hill should be no more controversial than painting the local library green instead of red. If you don't like green, and wanted red, then run for city council and vote to have it changed. Many atheists can't handle this approach to dealing with things that bother them, and quite frankly, consider the debate beneath them. That's why they seek to impose their view of the way things should be through the courts. 

"Now I don't want to blame the atheists for this problem we have in our society with crosses being taken down from hills. They should be allowed to complain all they want about it. I know I want to maintain my right to complain about how socialists are imposing their religious beliefs of the welfare state on me. And I don't know how you can call socialism any thing other than a religion considering it has been so thoroughly proven false in the last century. Only a religious fanatic could still cling to it. 

"No, I don't blame the atheists. I blame the judges who can't tell the difference between religious expression and religious imposition. These judge claim to be saving our society from becoming a theocracy, but they are in fact imposing the religious beliefs of atheists, which means they are creating the very thing they claim they are protecting us from.

"So. Many atheists will reject this new definition of religion, because they lose their argument when religion means more than God. Most liberals will reject this new definition of politics, because as far as they are concerned, only those who believe in government can have anything valid to say about politics. My question to you is, why should you accept these new definitions? How do they benefit you?"

Marcia was caught a little off guard, because she wasn't expecting questions. "I'm sorry, dad. I don't understand your questions. Do you mean 'do I believe your definitions are right?'"

"No. Not all," replied Anthony. "In many ways, there are no right definitions to words. The people who object to these definitions don't do so because they believe they are wrong. They do it because they don't serve their purpose. Only when words serve the purpose they desire, do they have the correct meaning.

"My question to you is, why should you accept these definitions?"

Marcia made that look like a kid caught in class who was not paying attention to the teacher. "I'm sorry again, dad. Would you repeat the definitions?"

"Certainly," Anthony said as if Marcia asked something perfectly reasonable. "Religion is the values you use to define who you are, and politics is determining the norms and customs that the members of any society use to interact with one another."

"I guess," Marcia began. "Based on what I've learned so far in this kingdom, they benefit me because they help me achieve what it is I'm trying to accomplish."

"Yeah," replied Anthony. "That's always a safe answer to use in this kingdom. Let's try this with what seems to bother you the most, abortion. How do these definitions help you to deal with it?"

"Well," she said. "My religious view is that abortion is murder... I'm sorry, I'm still not getting it."

Anthony strummed the fingers of his right hand on the desk a few times. "OK. If religion is the values that define who you are, then how does someone else having an abortion compromise your values?" 

Anthony paused a bit, and then continued. "They don't. They can't. Only you can compromise your values. If you believe in God, then this understanding of religion liberates you, because it becomes a basis where you see that God cares more about who you are, not what you force others to do.

"Then there's the political side. If you want to see abortions come to an end, you could take the lazy and ineffective route by trying to get the government to stop them. It can make you feel better, but only if you're into self-deception. Another option, though, is to forget the government all together, and actually deal with people who disagree with you as rational human beings. Teach them to value life, and not look upon a pregnancy as a disease that needs a cure, or as a punishment for their foolish behavior. People who value life do not need laws to prevent them from taking it.

"These new definitions are not about what is correct or incorrect, but about what is effective and actually accomplishes things. These definitions are linked, and support each other. They are not in conflict, and they are also not the same. With religion you must never compromise, but with politics you must. I personally can't imagine a better example of a dichotomy.

"Does this understanding bring solace to you?"

"I think so," said Marcia. "I guess what you are trying to say is that my religious beliefs should drive my politics in a way that works, without any particular focus on the government." She paused for a second to think, and then asked, "Can I assume from this understanding that people who have bad politics also have a bad religion?"

"Yes," replied Anthony. "In fact, most bad political decisions using the government are really people intending to create a theocracy. When liberals advocate for the welfare state, they do so out of religious conviction, and the proof of that is how they believe that those that are against it must be evil or uncaring. The number of liberals who believe conservatives are good, but misguided, is very small. So small that they may as well be non-existent -- considering what little say they have within liberalism at large. 

"We, on the other hand, believe there is no greater sin before God than an attempt to establish a theocracy. We believe God cares about who we are, and not what we do. Anyone who advocates a theocracy cares more about what people do, and not who they are, because who they are can never be changed by force."

"This all makes perfect sense," said Marcia as she continued with a plea in her voice, "but I don't understand how we can have laws against murder, yet not against abortion. How can we just stand by and watch the unborn being killed?"

Anthony shook his head for a moment, "You're still stuck on laws being about what is right or wrong, yet all laws based on that are about establishing a theocracy. Laws should only be based on what works, and nothing else.

"Take for example laws against murder. If there wasn't one, everyone would take the responsibility of protecting their life upon themselves, and with that would come a whole lot of needless slaughter. Laws against murder should be about maintaining order, and not be about just preventing something people think is wrong.

"I know this is hard to deal with, but the person harmed most in an abortion is the mother who sees nothing wrong with it. God knows the fate of all of his children is death, and that the only thing left to determine is the path they take through life. What should trouble you more is the path you see the mother is on, and not the death of the unborn child. The more you seek laws to ban abortions, the more you demonstrate that you care more about the child than you do the mother, and the less likelihood that you will ever reach her in a way that could change her mind, and her path."

Marcia was staring at her hands in her lap. Eventually she looked up and stated, "The child is innocent, but the mother is not, so of course I would care more about the child."

"And God loves them both," was his response. "Don't give up on the mother for the sake of the child, because saving the mother saves the child."

Marcia went back to looking at her hands. This time it was her father that broke the silence. "I could be mistaken, but I bet you feel that to not pursue banning abortions means you are surrendering to the people who feel there is nothing wrong with them. Is that it?"

Marcia replied as if her father gave her the words she was looking for. "Yes. That's it exactly. Doesn't this mean they win?"

"Only if politics is about what the government does. Yet if you look at the big picture, you will see in the end they will lose. Any society that sees its children as a burden will perish. In Europe, where an abortion is as controversial as a dental visit, their family trees are upside down. For every four grandparents there are two children and one grandchild. People who see nothing wrong with abortions are a solution to the problem all by themselves. They are breeding themselves into irrelevancy.

"Keep in mind that you are not surrendering to their vapid values, and that is the only thing that counts. You may see this as accepting the 'pro-choice' position, but you are doing it because you actually care about a person's right to choose. Most people who are pro-choice have no problems telling others how to live their lives. They are in fact pro-abortionists. They even had a big rally not long ago where they wanted women who have had abortions to come out publicly, and declare what a great thing it was for them to do.

"The most important point to take away form this is that the trouble with theocracies has nothing to do with the reasons why you think something is right or wrong. Any government that attempts to legislate what is right or wrong, instead of what works or doesn't work, is a theocracy. Whether God enters the discussion is nothing but a diversion by those who want to impose their beliefs on you. And this applies to those that are open about it, like the jihadis, or those that deny it, like the atheists and liberals.

"Remember, government is nothing but force, and very few things in life that are good can be accomplished by force. Anyone who says they are using the government for what's good for you is actually imposing their religion on you."

Anthony gave her a few moments to think then asked, "Anything more you wish to ask about?" She shook her head no. "Are you ready to move forward and join the kingdom?"

She straightened herself up as if setting her resolve. "Yes I am father."

"Good." Anthony pulled open a drawer to his left, brought out a stick, and then slapped it on his desk. Marcia thought it was a very curious thing. It had the length and shape of a cane -- complete with the hooked end typical of canes, yet it was too skinny, and far too flimsy to support anyone's weight. This made it highly impractical as an aid for walking, then it struck her what purpose it could only be for, and she felt a chill come on her.

Anthony got up from his chair, walked around the left side of his desk, and then sat on the corner closest to his daughter. "Normally we wait until a maiden has been one for a while before explaining how a marriage is performed in this kingdom, and more importantly, what a 'husband's head start' is, but as you are about to experience it, this will have to do.

"When a maiden accepts a man's proposal for marriage, they both must go before her father -- or whom ever is fulfilling that role in her life -- and then the man must declare to the father, 'I am prepared to take full responsibility of her including being the father to all of her children without exception or reservation.'

"The father then asks the daughter 'Are you prepared to obey his every command and abide by his decision on the fate of your unborn children?' If she agrees, he then declares them betrothed, and a seventy-two hour waiting period begins. At the end of that period the bride takes a pregnancy test. If it's negative, the father declares them husband and wife. Very simple."

"Excuse me, dad," Marcia interrupted. "What's this about abiding his decision on my unborn children?"

Her mother stepped in. "Marcia," she began. Then after her daughter turned to her, she continued. "There are times when an abortion is appropriate, such as when the mother's life is threatened. Most of society believes that when these situations arise, it is most likely that the father will object to the abortion, but that is simply not the case."

Linda paused for a few moments to collect her thoughts. "One of the most terrible decisions a woman can make is whether to risk her life for the sake of her child. No mother should have to make that choice. In our kingdom, that choice is left to your husband. When you marry him, you are placing your fate in his hands. If you do not trust your husband enough to assume this responsibility, then you should not marry him. Quite frankly, the same should be true for any woman outside this kingdom also.

"I for one am grateful that I don't have to make that decision. I am then freed to focus exclusively on doing what's best for my child. There is absolutely no conflict of interest within me. When we submit to a man worthy of submitting to, our lives are so greatly enriched. Trust me. This is only the very tip of the many benefits you achieve when you submit, and why his leadership is something you should want."

Her father took back the conversation. "Not all submission is good, and they key to determine whether it is, is by whether it is enriching your life. Yet you will have to submit to find out. From the outside it will always appear to be other wise. The same is true for submitting to God, by the way."

After pausing, he continued, "Getting back to where we were... If the pregnancy test is positive, then all kinds of complications get thrown in. You see, there are two kinds of men that a woman cannot marry. A close male relative, such as the ones that must wear condoms when engaged in sex with her, and any man that has gotten her pregnant, are men that cannot marry her. And these are solid rules that no exception has ever been granted. If a man wants to marry a maiden, he had better not get her pregnant. Period.

"Assuming it was negative, and now that they are husband and wife, the husband can declare a head start with this." Anthony reached. behind him and brought forward the stick. "This is an English discipline cane." As he finished saying that he whipped it through the air, and the sound it made horrified Marcia. "Those Brits are sadistic bastards," he said more to himself. Anthony then whipped it in the air again.

"Not only is a man forbidden to have sex with a woman with a shaved pubic, he also cannot have sex with a woman with the marks of one of these on her backside. This thing produces some nasty welts that can take weeks to fully heal. During that time, only her husband can have sex with her, and it's not until she has fully healed that the wedding ceremony can take place.

"How about filling her in on that, Linda?"

"Sure thing dear." Looking at her daughter, Linda continued, "It is at the wedding ceremony that the bride is introduced as a married woman of the kingdom. You've been to plenty. They really aren't any different than what occurs in any wedding outside of our kingdom. The big difference is the wedding night.

"Now that the husband has had his head start, it's time to let other men try to get her pregnant. That evening she experiences what is crudely referred to as 'pulling a train.' All males of the wedding party, regardless of marriage status, are invited to have intercourse with the bride. It's quite an experience. After each man ejaculates, one of the maids-of-honor goes down on her to bring her to orgasm, and prepare her for the next man. No sloppy seconds allowed."

Linda saw a very confused expression on Marcia's face, so she asked, "You've never heard of the saying 'sloppy seconds'?" When Marcia shook her head, Linda continued, "Most men don't care much for sticking their cock into another man's cum. That's sloppy seconds. When a maid-of-honor finishes the bride, the man following will not notice another man's cum.

"A woman's wedding night is quite special. I personally had twenty-six men on my wedding night, and it took all night to do it too. It's actually a badge of honor in our kingdom for a woman to receive as many men as possible, and for a man to participate in it. Any marriage that is seen as potentially powerful, where the couple appears destined to rise high within the kingdom, many men will be clamoring to be a part of the wedding party. And they way you're shaping up, depending on whose proposal you accept, yours could wind up to be quite a wedding night.

"One way to look at all of this is that the wedding day is about how similar we are to the rest of society, but the wedding night is about how we are different. Not only is it about rejecting many sexual norms, but it's also about how much importance we place on life, because we will do anything to get a woman pregnant. Study all societies long enough, and you will find a direct corollary between a lack of respect for life, and the desire to avoid pregnancy. That's not the case in this kingdom." 

Anthony stepped back in. "A husband's head start is not just for the marriage ceremony. A husband also does it when his wife comes off her birth control measures. You see... the basic belief in our kingdom is that believing it is important for the marital father to be the biological father is a sin, and a big one at that. Yet at the same time, we know there is an instinctive need for the husband to be the father, so we want to make sure we provide for it. If a couple wants to make sure that the husband is the father, they must pay a high cost for it."

"Marcia," Linda said in order to draw her attention back. "This isn't just your father's need to be the actual father, it's mine too. I would pay any price to have your father's children. You and your brothers are the actual children of your father because of the husband's head start."

"This is enough discussion for now," Anthony said as he stood up. "Linda, strip our daughter."

Both women stood up, and faced each other. Linda then began unbuttoning the front of Marcia's dress. When the buttons were undone down to her naval, she slid her hands into the front of it, above her daughter's breasts, and peeled it off of her shoulders. She followed that with stepping up closer to her to unbutton her bra from behind her. She then knelt in front of her on one knee to remove her shoes, and thigh-high socks.

While still kneeling, she slid her daughter's panties down, and helped her to step out of them. She remained there for a few seconds to admire her daughter's neatly trimmed bush, which she hoped she would soon shave off.

"Linda," said Anthony, "Go get a towel for Marcia to lay across... and also get your egg."

Linda got up to walk over to the bathroom attached to Anthony's, but before she could take a step, Marcia asked, "Mom? Would it be alright if I use you to scream into?"

"I would be honored," she replied.

As she headed off, Anthony said, "Be sure to get a towel for you then." 

When she reemerged from the bathroom, she was caring two towels over her left forearm, and what appeared to Marcia as a plastic box in her right hand with wires dangling from it. She threw the towels in the middle of the couch along with what was in her hand. Marcia could now also see that there was a plastic egg with a wire connecting it to the plastic box.

Linda took one of the towels and placed it over the arm of the couch. As she picked up the egg in her left hand, and the box in her right, she said, "Now bend over it." When Marcia did, her mother knelt behind her, and began licking her daughter's pussy. As her juices began to flow, she replaced her tongue with the egg, and began rubbing it up and down. After only a minute of that she easily slid it in at least a couple inches. She then worked the wire attached to it under her left leg, and left the box on the couch next to Marcia.

Marcia was having a hard time staying calm through all of this. The egg felt much larger in her than its size appeared to be. While she had never seen such a thing before, it didn't take much imagination to realize that it would vibrate. And while she had experienced mild pain and pleasure together before, she knew enough that the intensity of both, in this case, could be more than she could bear.