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The Sirenus Elite As I lay there wrapped in the blissful folds of slumber, I was roused by the usual harsh ringing of the A-V Com, followed by the not-so-harsh voice of Senior Mistress Minuetta. "Good morning, Citizen Victor Forrest. Today's date is October One, Tuesday. The time is seven and thirty – your designated hour of awakening. Arise, and make today a productive one for your Mistresses, your fellow Citizens, and yourself." I liked Minuetta. She was recently appointed as Senior Mistress, the highest honor a Mistress can attain. The only other person with higher standing would be Mother herself. Minuetta was much better than the previous Senior Mistress, Venusia, who spoke with a much more commanding tone, effectively belittling citizens such as myself. But not Minuetta – she was much more warm, and really made Citizens feel that their role in society truly was important. Refreshed from a good night's sleep, I climbed out of bed, and noticed that I had a cold, wet, sticky patch on the front of my sleeping pants. The first thing I did was walk over to the A-V Com. It was important to report these things immediately. The A-V Com serves an important purpose for Security. From a Citizens point of view, the screen only displayed a portrait of Mother, but behind the exterior was a camera, used by Security to monitor Citizens. You never know when a Security Mistress may be watching, and if she sees you cleaning yourself without first reporting it, it may be mistaken that you are masturbating. "Citizen Victor Forrest reporting a nocturnal emission, Mistress. Requesting permission to sanitize." A moment later a slight static sounded, followed by the voice of one of the Security Mistresses. "Security Mistress Miletia accepting your report, Citizen. Nocturnal emission documented. Be sure to position yourself where we can clearly see you, and begin when you are ready." "Yes, Mistress Miletia." Quickly I went to my dresser to get a tissue, and returned to the A-V Com. I worked quickly, undressing and wiping the goo off my penis. "Your conduct was acceptable, Citizen. Remember, you, as a Citizen, are allowed the privilege of sexual activity only under the consent and instigation of a Mistress. It is your duty to restrain from any sexual activities until a Mistress calls upon you." "I understand, Mistress Miletia." "Very well, Citizen Victor Forrest. Deposit your sleep-wear into your soiled clothing receptacle, and continue with your morning ritual." Following that incident I proceeded with my routine. First I took a shower, being careful not spend too much or too little time cleaning my privates. My genitals had to be clean, but as before, it could not appear as if I was 'playing' with them. Next I dressed myself in my Citizen uniform. Then I proceeded to groom myself. It was important for every Citizen to look his best in order to please any possible Mistresses he may encounter, so I spent much care in doing so. Finally I ate breakfast – two eggs and a glass of orange juice – which was needed to stay healthy, another crucial element in appealing to a Mistress. The walk to work was the same as any other day. The comings and goings of other Citizens was normal, as was the sultry sound of Mistress Minuetta's voice, echoing in the air with words of encouragement. "Honorable Citizens of Sirenus, you do your duty well. Satisfaction of your Mistresses increases by the day. You should be proud of this! Mistresses are, by nature, superior to Citizens in every way. Every way that is, except for one – you, as a Citizen, are able to bring great pleasure to your Mistresses. It is the sole purpose for your worthy existence, so take pride in this! And display this pride while serving your Mistresses! Love your Mistresses, and yourself, for love is the key to a truly peaceful society. There was a time when Citizens did not worship their Mistresses. It was a time filled with hate and violence. War ravaged the land, and Citizens died needlessly. But with love, everything else is forgotten. So love! honor! respect! and obey your Mistress! For that is the path to a happy life!" The exact same thing is sounded every morning, every afternoon, and every evening. At every hour, a message like that is heard, not always that one, but one very similar to it. But they all are meant for the same thing – to encourage Citizens to stay loyal to their Mistresses, and to the way of Mother's society. It was she who discovered our way of life, and every Citizen, and even Mistresses, owed their allegiance to her for establishing peace. At many points throughout my walk to work, I had to stop. Whenever a Mistress approached, it was expected of a Citizen to assume his position of respect – step aside to let her pass, stand up straight with your arms at your sides, look down to her feet as she passed, and wait until she is out of your peripheral vision before resuming whatever it was that you were doing. One morning there was a large group of Citizens that had to clear a path for a Mistress. But the walkway was very crowded, and one Citizen accidentally tripped over another, and fell right in the Mistress's path. He was terrified, and he tried to explain what had happened and even begged for her forgiveness. But she wouldn't have it. Two Security Mistresses soon arrived to carry him away. Where Citizens are actually taken to is unknown, but it is a fact that they are never seen again. I did my best to honor the laws of Citizenship, and so far I had never had any incidents. But still, sometimes I couldn't help but wonder about it all. Why were Mistresses superior to Citizens? Sure they were taller, stronger, and smarter, but why did that have to mean society centered around them? I knew these were the kinds of thoughts that would eventually get me arrested, and I tried to suppress them. But how could I? How could I begin to think the way Mother wanted me to think, before I ended up in the clutches of Security? Too late. The moment I started thinking about how to avoid getting arrested was the moment I stopped paying attention to everything and everyone around me. Very quickly I found myself walking straight into a Mistress. And it wasn't even a light bump, which would have been bad enough. No, I ran into her with far too much force, and I found, with horror, my face buried deep within her open cleavage. Immediately I jumped back and looked up into her face. She didn't really appear angry, more bewildered than anything else. But I didn't know which was worse – knowing she was furious with me, or not knowing at all. Finally I came to my senses, and I assumed the position of respect. "M–Mistress! M–m–my apologies! I–I–I wasn't— I–I mean, I didn't—" "What is your name, Citizen?" She didn't sound angry, but she was definitely stern with me. Truly I couldn't tell what she was thinking. At her feet I could see in the reflection of the tiled floor two Security Mistresses behind her. They stood with their arms crossed, biceps bulging. I didn't dare look up to see them better. "Victor F–Forrest, Mistress." She brought a hand to my chin and lifted it up to meet her gaze. She held it there, looking down at me with inquisitive eyes. And for a moment… I was lost. For a moment I forgot how I may have severely insulted her, and instead I let myself slip into a trance at the sight of her beauty. True, all Mistresses are gorgeous. But this one… There was something about this Mistress that set her apart from the others. She turned to the Security Mistresses behind her and gestured them away. Well, at least I knew I wasn't going to be arrested. Most likely, she was going to have me serve her. Of course I'd do it – I mean, it was my duty, but it was generally a good experience to serve a Mistress, not to mention a privilege to do so. But even though it was required of me to serve a Mistress if ordered, it is still not a valid excuse for work tardiness. However, I would prefer a chastisement to being arrested. The Mistress turned back and looked me in the eye once more, before smiling. "Apology accepted, Citizen Victor. You may be on your way." It wasn't everyday that you'd meet a Mistress such as this one. In fact, I had never seen one let a Citizen go so forgivingly, so I couldn't help but question her actions a little. But though I was slightly disappointed I wasn't going to serve her, I was nevertheless extremely grateful for her not having me arrested. "Th–thank you, Mistress! Uh, y–yes, Mistress!" She then walked past me and disappeared within the crowds of people. I continued on my way in the opposite direction, this time being much more careful. Everyday each Citizen is assigned a different job. They're usually small, relatively simple jobs that are too low to be befitting for Mistresses but are still important to society in their own little ways. For example, physical labor, janitorial services, or repairing broken items – mostly jobs that don't require extensive training. The only exception is teaching, which is a permanent assignment. Only Citizens with special training can acquire this occupation, and even then they are restricted to classes containing no young Mistresses, because despite their age, they are still considered superior, and Citizens cannot have authority over them. For this reason, most teachers are Mistresses. Of course, the best job is definitely serving Mistresses. Mistresses who aren't able to leave their residences cannot readily leave to look for Citizens to satiate their libidos, so Citizens are therefore assigned to serve them for a day. These Mistresses are generally Birthing Mistresses. Because they carry several children at a time, their mid-sections get too large for them to move comfortably. But their sexual appetites remain unchanged, and so they need Citizens to help with that. The others are the Feeding Mistresses, who spend their days lying on a bed feeding Citizens. Of course there are others, but those are the main two. The job I was assigned that day was cooking. It was my duty to help prepare lunch for a certain number of Mistresses. This was one of my favorite jobs – it was easy and I enjoyed doing it. But I couldn't concentrate. That Mistress's face kept appearing in my mind, and I was filled with a desire to…see her again. She so consumed me that it was actually beginning to affect my work. Which was why I was glad when my designated lunch hour finally came around. Maybe a feeding session would help take my mind off of her. Citizens are fed their mid-day meals from the breasts of Mistresses – special Mistresses whose bodies are apt for such a task. Mainly, they have six breasts instead of two, and they're larger, able to carry more milk than the average Mistress. It is considered an honor to drink from a Mistress, so if you don't attend your feeding session for whatever reason, it may be mistaken that you are disrespecting them, and you will therefore be taken away by Security. I entered the Cafeteria and signed in to look up my assigned Feeding Mistress. Then I stood in the appropriate line. About half an hour later, I was next. The Mistress was lying on her back on her bed. Six Citizens were suckling at her breasts, and one was positioned between her legs – he was one of the Citizens assigned to serve her that day. The Mistress was enjoying herself, as they usually are, enraptured in the pleasure she was receiving from both the Citizen at work at her vagina and the other six suckling at her many bosoms. Eventually one of the Citizens finished, and he was sent away. Barely opening her eyes, she looked in my direction. "Who's next?" "Citizen Victor Forrest, Mistress." "Feed, Citizen." "Yes, Mistress." I stepped forward to her free breast, which was one from her upper pair, closest to her face. Kneeling so that I could access it better, I placed my hands on her soft flesh, on either side of her nipple, to position her breast towards my mouth. Slowly I lowered my head and gently wrapped my lips around her erect nipple. Then with slow, drawn-out gulps I began to drink. It was customary to drink slowly, so that you didn't appear greedy. Also to relish the flavor. The sweet, warm, creamy liquid that filled my mouth was enough to put anyone in a trance-like state – exactly what was happening to me now. Gradually my eyelids fell, and all I could feel was…gratitude…and love. Love for this Mistress for caring enough to feed me. I felt her fingers run over the back of my head and through my hair, as if she were displaying her nurturing love. I reminded myself to thank her when I was finished, but for the moment I was content on dwelling solely on my feeding. The rest of the day at work had been fruitful. My feeding session had done a thorough job at taking my mind off of that Mistress, and I was able to concentrate harder on my cooking. One Mistress even sent a compliment, commending me on the lunch I had prepared for her. But then I saw her again. I was on my way back to my domicile when I saw her walking straight towards me. This time I was prepared, and I even stopped early for her, hoping that if she recognized me and was still a little peeved at what happened that morning, she would forgive me. But, no. Instead she stopped right in front of me. "Citizen Victor Forrest." "Yes, Mistress." "Follow me, Victor." "Yes, Mistress." 'Follow me…Victor'? That was the first time I had ever been addressed without the title 'Citizen'. What was this all about? I didn't know whether to think this was good or bad. She led me to the very center of Sirenus, to the Heaven's Gateway of Sirenus building – the tallest and largest building in the city, the place where Mother herself supposedly resides. A chill ran down my spine as we approached. No Citizen was permitted to enter without the escort of a Mistress, and even she needed clearance. I had to walk directly next to my Mistress so that the rows of Security knew I was with her. Otherwise I would've been arrested on sight if I even looked at the building the wrong way. Just what had I gotten myself into? The interior of Heaven's Gateway of Sirenus was just as extravagant as the outside, with high ceilings and wide marble columns. I was led up a grand staircase and down a hall to an elevator. Everywhere I looked there were Mistresses. There were only a few other Citizens besides myself, each one of them escorted by at least one Mistress. The elevator ride wasn't long, but it was a very sophisticated machine. There were no buttons to choose a floor, and it didn't feel like we were moving. So when we got off, I had no idea whether we had gone up or down, and therefore no idea how high up we were or how deep underground we were. We went down another hallway, around a few corners, and finally into a room labeled 'Private'. The room was furnished simply – a bed, two chairs, and a table with a crystal pitcher of water and two empty glasses. And of course, there was an A-V Com mounted into one of the walls. My Mistress gestured for me to sit in one of the chairs, and I did as told. She then sat across from in a chair which was, strangely enough, the exact same as mine. Usually Mistresses used furnishings that were much nicer than those designated for Citizens. "Relax, Victor. And have some water." Again, she didn't call me 'Citizen'. And she even poured the water for me, which was truly bizarre. "Thank you, Mistress." She watched me intently as I drank the water, looking at me with those mesmerizing eyes. Immediately I was reminded why I couldn't stop thinking about her earlier. "Victor, I'm going to ask you a question that is going to be very difficult for you to answer." Already I didn't like where this was going. "Yes, Mistress." "When you ran into me this morning, it was clear that you weren't paying attention, yes? "Yes, Mistress." "My question is, why? Why were you so distracted?" "I… I was thinking, Mistress." "About what?" I was doomed. I couldn't lie – Mistresses could sense that kind of thing. So I was condemned to tell the truth. "You do realize it would be insulting to restrain from answering my questions. Right, Victor?" "Yes, Mistress." "Then why do you hesitate?" "B–because the truth is worse than my silence, Mistress. Forgive me for saying so, Mistress." "I forgive you, but I still need to hear the truth." I glanced nervously at the A-V Com. Security had to have been monitoring this conversation, and even if they weren't, my Mistress would report me anyway. I was condemned. "Don't worry, Victor. I assure you that you are not and will not be in any trouble. Please, just tell the truth. What were you thinking about?" Her voice was so calm and reassuring, without a hint of any negative emotion. "I was thinking…" "Yes?" "I was wondering why Mistress were superior to Citizens." I swallowed hard. That confession was my death sentence, the end of my life in this society. My Mistress continued to look at me with quizzical eyes. And then she smiled. "Victor… That is precisely the answer I was looking for." I was a little relieved, but still skeptical. Why was that right answer? Did she want to have me arrested? Of course, she already told me I wasn't in trouble, and I had never known a Mistress to lie. But then again, this was no ordinary situation. Nothing made sense. "Victor, would you like to know the answer to your question? Would you like to know why Mistress are superior to Citizens?" "Uh– Yes, Mistress." "Good. Follow me." We walked down another hallway, all the while I looked up into her beautiful face as she talked. "The purpose of this society, Victor, is to maintain peace and unity. Citizens feel an unconditional love for their Mistresses and respect them, and obey them. In return, Mistresses care for and protect the Citizens, even loving them. The effect of this is a symbiotic relationship between the two, where there is no violence, no crime, and no war. Just peace. "In order for this to work, there must be a sense of superiority of Mistresses over Citizens. If there is a chance that someone gets out of line, so to speak, then they're arrested, and taken to a facility where they are�'re-educated'. Then they're given a new identity and an actual physical makeover so that no one will recognize them. The reason for this is to create the illusion that they are never seen again� To create fear, Victor. "But to answer your question, Mistresses are really not superior. At least, in the sense of society. Physically, yes, women – yes, that's right, women, not 'Mistresses' – are more physically developed than men. But despite this, there is no natural reason why men should serve women like goddesses. It's an illusion to uphold the system I just explained." She stopped talking for a few moments, giving me a chance to take it all in. My whole life had been a lie. But really, it made a lot of sense. And considering the enormity of this new information, I'd say I took it all rather well. "Do you understand, Victor?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good. Now I'm going to explain how this all works. When Citizens are young, they attend school, and aside from learning about the basic subjects, they especially learn about their role in society – namely how to serve and please Mistresses. You know this, because you did this. But what you don't know is what the young Mistresses go through. They are taught that they are superior, just as Citizens are taught. And they're not only taught about the pleasantries of life and how they'll be served by Citizens, but they're also taught that they are an integral part of society. They have jobs just like Citizens do. But these are more upstanding jobs, to keep the illusion of superiority. Basically what I'm trying to tell you, Victor, is that I'm one of the few women who know the truth, that the illusion encompasses the minds of both men and women. Do understand this?" If she was one of the last to know the truth as she claimed, then that means she must have been someone of importance. But who? "Uh– Yes, Mistress." "Is there something you want to know, Victor?" "If you don't mind me asking, Mistress, I'd like to know what your job is." She smiled at me and exhaled. Then she lowered her voice and spoke with a much more seductive tone, with a rich quality in her voice that showed her compassion. "I think you already know the answer to that question." At once I recognized her voice – the same one that I heard every single day. "Mistress Minuetta!" "That's right, Victor." I couldn't believe it! I was actually walking side by side with Mother's right-hand Mistress! Words cannot express how honored I was! But also how utterly frightened I was. I mean, this was a very big deal. We walked in silence for a few more minutes before she continued to speak. "Now, I would like to go into a little more detail about how the system functions, but there's a little history you need to know first. This may shock you, Victor, but women were not always bigger than men. In fact, it was the men who were physically dominant over the women. And this had an effect on society, too. For quite some time, women were a minority in politics. But near the end of the twenty-first century, when genetic manipulation was mastered, a study was conducted, and they discovered that places with physically dominant women were less likely to contain large amounts of violence. "A few decades later, the number of women in politics dramatically increased to the point where about eighty percent of the world's countries were controlled by women. Determined to find a way to end war once and for all, the women leaders of these countries united in secret, and thought of way to accomplish this. Elaborating on the conditions of the study that had been successfully performed, they concluded that the only way was to make it so that female dominance was prominent in all parts of the globe. "So, playing with human genetics, they created a virus that would alter the genetic structure of human reproductive cells, and they managed to spread this virus world-wide. After a few generations, the changes were complete, and they began to establish cities such as Sirenus all over the world. Mother is not the true founder of this society, Victor. But she is the one in charge of overseeing its success. Also, the Mother you know now is not the original, but a descendent of the Mother from five generations past. Is this making sense to you, Victor?" "It is, Mistress." It made perfect sense, in fact. "What do you think of all this? Are you disappointed at all? That your gender used to be…'in charge'?" "I think… Because this is all I've known my entire life, I have no problems with Mistresses, or women, being superior. And I can see that our society really is peaceful. So I'm grateful for those who created it, and for Mother's guidance and leadership." Minuetta smiled, and cocked her head slightly. She was obviously very pleased. "An admirable response, Victor." We rounded another corner and started to approach a large glass window on one wall. "Ah, now as I explained earlier, all young Mistresses are allowed to choose their profession after they finish their education. However, these choices are limited. But, those with the highest markings are permitted to choose among the three most important lifestyles available. "When the foremothers of our society redesigned human genetics, they made it so that women would be taller, stronger, and smarter. But that's all. This does not include the other physical characteristics required of certain Mistresses. In this room here we have a young woman who has chosen to be a Security Mistress." The room appeared to be some sort of hospital examination room, but it was larger and there was more equipment. Standing in the center of the room was a Mistress, looking very eager and excited about something. Around her were several other Mistresses wearing white uniforms, working diligently with things I didn't recognize. "Security Mistresses need to be forceful, and they need to be able to handle violence should our society fail for whatever reason. So they are made to be much taller, and with more muscle density. This also serves as intimidation, to persuade Citizens to uphold the laws of society. "This woman is about to be injected with a serum filled with new genetic information, that will alter her physical structure. Unlike the virus that was implemented in the first half of the twenty-second century, this will not take generations to work. Instead it will take effect immediately." I watched as the Mistress undressed and tossed her clothing aside. Another approached her with a needle and injected it into her arm. Within a few seconds, her breathing became visibly harder, and the changes began to progress. Slowly, but noticeably, she began to rise above the other Mistress, gaining height with each passing second, until she stood more than a head taller than everyone else. She opened her eyes and looked around, smiling, apparently pleased with her new stature. Then her breathing resumed and she looked down at the rest of her body, specifically her upper arms, which were slowly gaining mass around the bicep. Then there were her forearms, her chest, her thighs, and her calves – everywhere her body was expanding with new hard muscle. There was also her abdomen, which was becoming much more flat and defined. Finally it looked as if every muscle in her body was easily thrice its original density. "Come, Victor. There are two more Mistresses that are scheduled for their genetic reassessment I'd like you to see." We started walking again, around yet another corner to another window. The room on the other side was identical to the previous one, and just as before, there was a Mistress standing naked in the center of the room. "Here we have a Feeding Mistress about to receive her injection. As you may already know, all Mistresses are able to lactate, and they do so with enough nutrients to sustain a full-grown Citizen. The reason this was instituted during the Feminist Revolution was because of its prospects regarding food supply. If all Citizens fed in this way for their largest meal of the day, then that would mean a much smaller food supply would be needed to support the entire population of each city. But because there are a decidedly larger number of Citizens than Mistresses, it was necessary to implement the use of Feeding Mistresses." Just as before, the Mistress was injected with a needle, and the changes started quickly. She smiled and her face flushed – immediately her hands grabbed at her chest, and I could see her flesh pushing out between her fingers. Gradually her breasts began to enlarge, and they spread out beneath her hands, covering a larger area on her torso, until finally each one was as large as her head. Then she began to rub the area beneath each breast. I couldn't see very well from my distance, but eventually a second pair became visible, pushing up on her original pair. She continued to rub these four breasts even as a third pair began to develop. When they were finished, the bottom pair hung low enough to rest on her thighs. The Mistress tugged at one of her lower nipples, and a thin stream of milk squirted out and onto the floor. Minuetta gestured for me to turn around. On the opposite wall of the hallway was another window, and behind that, another room with the exact same setup. This time, the Mistress had already been injected and her changes already progressed slightly. Her breasts were already as large as her head, namely. But also, her abdomen was showing signs of growth. Her naval was sticking out slightly over top a soft mass of flesh, which steadily increased in size, taking on a more rounded appearance. She had a look of wonder and adoration as she placed her hands on either side of her belly, which was now as wide as her frame and stuck out farther than her breasts. Eventually she had to climb onto the bed and sat in a reclined position, and as she leaned back, her belly thrust forward, reaching to her thighs. Truly she was a sight to behold. I've always found Birthing Mistresses to have a sort of elegant, matronly beauty about them. As I watched, Minuetta continued to lecture. "Peace, by itself, is not without its downsides, Victor. A hundred years ago, war and violence were, believe it or not, a crucial element to life on this planet. As depressing as this sounds, war actually served as a sort of population control, to balance out the increasing birth rate. Without war, life would flourish to an extreme, and there would be to many people for the earth to support. Therefore, when war was destroyed, it was necessary to devise a way to control population. "That method of control is the Birthing Mistress. They are the only ones who bear children – not because they are the only ones who can, but because they are the only ones we will allow. All women are capable of giving birth, but none of them get the opportunity. You don't know this, Victor, because you were never taught it, but the act of sexual intercourse between a man and a woman is what really causes a woman to bear a child. Your semen would normally contain genetic information, that, when ejaculated into a woman, would fuse with an egg cell found deep inside a woman's body, which also contains genetic information. Together, the two would develop into a child. "All women have this, as do all men. But the milk that is fed to Citizens by the Feeding Mistresses is designed to cause sterility, negating the genetic information found within your semen. In this way, no Mistress is able to conceive after 'being served' by a Citizen. However, we have stored a near infinity of male reproductive genetic information. This is injected into the uterus of a Birthing Mistress, and that is how they bear children. Their bodies are specially designed so that they can comfortably carry many children throughout their life. Normally their uteri would gradually expand during a pregnancy and then collapse during birth. But having this done repeatedly would create a great of amount of strain, so we make it so they grow all at once, and then stay that way permanently. We also fix the birthing process, so that it is much less painful than it normally would be. That way all discomfort is gone. Do understand everything I have told you so far?" "Yes, Mistress Minuetta." We walked in silence for quite a while. Down a few hallways, a ride on another elevator. Eventually we ended up in what appeared to be some sort of control room. Dozens of Mistresses in rows in front of computer screens – A-V Coms, I realized. As we walked past them all, each one of them looked in our direction, smiling at Minuetta and then at me. On the other side of the room we approached a set of double-doors, guarded by several Security Mistresses. We went through these doors, into a long, grand hallway. Rows and rows of Security Mistresses lined a path towards another set of double doors, directly in front of which stood three rows of Security Mistresses. Frightening, to tell the truth. But thankfully, we didn't go that way. Instead we made a sharp turn and entered a room much like the private room we had been in earlier. Minuetta had me sit down again, and again she poured me a glass of water. "Thank you, Mistress." "You've seen and heard many things today, Victor, that the common Citizen does not get to see. And I must say, you seem to be accepting this very well. Tell me, Victor, how you feel right now." "I feel…" "Yes?" "I–I'm sorry, Mistress. I don't know what to feel." "Is something wrong? I'm sure you have many questions, but is there one in particular you would like me to address?" "Mistress… You said earlier that Citizens who question the ideals of this society are arrested, and then…re-educated. I'm wondering, Mistress, why I wasn't arrested?" Minuetta smiled again. I could never get enough of her smiles. "Victor, you're a very special person. Most of the Citizens of Sirenus don't have the same…curiosities as you do. Most Citizens believe what they are told without question, and they would never be able to comprehend all of the things that you've learned today. True that under any normal circumstances you would have been arrested. But this isn't a normal circumstance – it was me that you ran into. "You see, Victor, because I know the truth about our existence, I've come to realize that as necessary as it is for the general public to uphold this society, I personally wish to live at least a somewhat natural existence, with a man who wants the same thing. I don't want a bunch of servants who only live to do my bidding. I want just one man, who feels the same way I do. Victor… I would like you to be that man. I would like you to live with me here, apart from the rest of society. Do you understand what I am asking of you?" Did I understand? Of course I understood! Actually it was sort of a dream come true. I may have always questioned our society, but that didn't mean I was opposed to it. I loved all my Mistresses and would do anything for them. But if I agreed to Minuetta's request, than that would mean I would be able dedicate myself entirely to not just any Mistress, but the Senior Mistress! "Y–You want me to be your Dedicated Citizen!" "No, Victor. Dedicated Citizens still have to abide by the laws of society. If you live here, with me, you will not. If there's something you want, you will not need my permission to get it. If there's something that I want that you do not, even sex, all you will have to do is say 'no'. Victor, you and I will be complete equals. I am asking you to become my Elite Citizen. Do you accept?" I had heard of Elite Citizens before – they teach Citizens about that kind of thing during their education. Elite Citizens have more privileges than Mistresses! I would be a fool for turning down such an honor! Plus, I would otherwise be a fool for neglecting the opportunity to spend my life with someone as loving as Mistress Minuetta. "Mistress! Y–Yes, I do!" Again she smiled, and this time I was left with a very peculiar feeling. It was like an extreme happiness, and I could feel some kind of lump welling up in my throat. "There's one more thing, Victor. 'Minuetta' is not my real name. I…acquired it as part of my title. My real name is Annabelle. Or sometimes I'm called Annie, for short. I don't want you to call me 'Mistress' anymore. Please, either Annabelle or Annie." "But… Which would you prefer?" "Victor, becoming an Elite Citizen – that is, becoming a man – entitles you to make your own decisions. Right now you must choose whether to call me 'Annabelle' or 'Annie'. Or if you like, you can continue to call me 'Mistress'. The choice is entirely yours to make." This was possibly the first decision I was ever permitted to make in my entire life. "Annabelle." Her smile widened, and her eyes appeared damp for some reason. I didn't know what it was, but she was really beautiful. Annabelle began to lean forward, her face getting closer to mine. Her lips reached mine and we kissed. It wasn't the first time I had kissed a Mistress – many of them find it sexually arousing. But this time it was different. Sure, the arousal was there, but there was also that same mysterious feeling that I had felt just a moment ago. Whatever it was, I really liked it. And even if we weren't going to have sex, I was perfectly content with kissing her, over and over again. Finally we stopped, and she placed my head against her chest. Her big, warm, soft breasts were against my face, and I could feel her gentle heartbeat echoing in my ear. It was nice, but I still curious about something. "Mis— Annabelle?" "Yes?" "I thought that for a Citizen to be granted Elitemanship, he had to be interviewed by…by Mother." "You're absolutely right. Let's go see her." And then suddenly it hit me. All the Security Mistresses outside – they were guarding Mother! That's why Annabelle brought me here! I was going to meet Mother herself! Annabelle moved her hand to my chest, and I could feel my heart beating rapidly against it. "Would you like some more water first?" As we approached the doors leading to Mother, I couldn't help but wonder about what was going to happen. All my life I had always imagined that meeting Mother would be the ultimate test to show your loyalty to the laws of society. But if I was there because I knew the laws meant nothing, how was I supposed to act? More likely, I would probably become so overwhelmed with anxiety, I wouldn't be able to move. Time seemed to slow down. In the span of maybe only a minute, I had made a journey that felt like it took a lifetime. Walking towards the door, I felt the eyes of every single Security Mistress on Annabelle and I. They looked at her, looked at me, smiled at me, and stepped aside. Very quickly I was filled with so many emotions that I couldn't make sense of them all. But eventually my journey was over, and the doors were open. With her arm around my shoulder Annabelle guided me through the doorway. Slowly we stepped forward into the room, the doors closely softly behind us. Directly across from me was a large desk placed in front of a grand window that overlooked all of Sirenus. Behind the desk was a high-backed chair, with its back to us. No A-V Com. A breeze blew into the room, coming from a doorway to my left. The breeze hit the chair, causing it to spin. It was empty – no one was there. Annabelle took me by the hand and lead me into the open doorway. I stood in the middle of the room – a sitting room, with two couches and a table between them, and a burning fireplace on the far wall. Again, no A-V Com. To my right and through another doorway was a bedroom, in the center of which was quite possibly the largest and most comfortable-looking bed I had ever seen. To my left was a kitchen. The whole dwelling was devoid of life. "Mother's not here." Annabelle said nothing. "Then I can't be interviewed yet?" "Victor, the 'interview' that you were to be given was to make sure that you would be happy living outside of the bounds of society." As she talked she began walking towards the bedroom, but I stood my ground, watching her intently. "When I asked you what you were thinking about when you ran into me, you said that you were questioning this city's way of life, demonstrating that you were open to the possibility of having a greater existence. When I confessed that that way of life was just an illusion, you accepted the truth without hesitation – not because you had to trust me as a Mistress, but because that's the truth you wanted to believe in the first place. And finally, when you chose to call me by my real name instead of 'Mistress', you showed your willingness to give up the things you taught, and embrace the things you believe." By then she was standing directly in front of the bed. I had followed her, but I still kept a distance. "Plus, I've seen the way you look at me, the way no other Citizen has done before. Victor, you've already demonstrated that you would be happy spending the rest of your life with me." Her smile widened more than ever before. "Congratulations. We are now officially united." "Officially…? But how? Mother isn't even…" And suddenly my mind was in a state of revelation. Was it really true? Or was I merely confusing myself with some ridiculous fantasy? "…here." As if she knew the question that was plaguing my mind, her vigorous head-nod was the answer. And so without even thinking, I ran forward and pounced onto her, knocking her backwards onto the bed. I climbed on top and planted the most sensual kiss I could muster. I was filled with so many emotions – honor, awe, inspiration, lust, and that unknown and utterly wonderful feeling I was experiencing for the n'th time since I first ran into her. By that time Annabelle had already managed to remove her clothes, and she was already starting to undo mine. Finally, after all my clothing as off, and after we had shimmied backwards enough to be lying fully on the bed, I plunged my erect member into her steaming vagina. She sighed heavily, and wore a smile that showed both her physical pleasure and her emotional satisfaction. "At least we know you won't have any trouble making your own decisions." Some time later, possibly in the morning (I really didn't know), I found myself lying next to Annabelle. Her arm was holding me close to her, and I was comfortably snuggled against her soft skin. It was like a dream, starting out like any normal day but ending up like some fantasy come true. Looking straight ahead my vision was filled with the side of her big breast. It was gently rising and falling with each breath, calm but persistent. Her breathing wasn't entirely slow, so I assumed she was awake. "Annabelle?" "Hmm?" "Are you really Mother?" "Mmm-hmm." Hearing it from her own lips – the ultimate confirmation. "But it's just a title, Victor. I'm still Annabelle." She pulled me closer to her, and in return, I snuggled closer. It was clear to me now how much better my life was about to become. But for some reason I couldn't help but feel this wasn't the end, that there was more to come to pass. End Volume 1 |