The Conquerable, A Femdom Novel

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Having taken notes, also having recorded the session, I adequately learn of and document every detail of the ordeal endured by Douglas Michael Harper, despite his speech impediment, the slurring, lisping, halting flow of words difficult to formulate with incisors and bicuspids ground to nothing.

It is shocking. But I am in the business of shock, really. Of understanding ordeal, stress, the frailty of the human mind when confronted with the reality of obdurate events, when mortality greets the inevitable. We all die yet we all believe life is unending, until it ends.

Douglas Michael Harper, at a young age, met the inevitable in being debriefed by ruthless interrogators. Their technique was masterful. What little information he had, was divulged. And ironically was most likely of little value, the bomb making school where he trained in Afghanistan probably long dissembled by the time they broke him.

I doubt if his terrorist friends ever confided much in him. From one simple session I know he is not the type to be turned into a martyr. Yes, he would strap on a dynamite vest but never ultimately pull the trigger. Such probably became apparent to his terrorist friends as well. Thus I speculate that he was never brought into the inner circle, leaving him in the desperate position of having nothing to tell, yet made eager to tell all.

Yes, Douglas Michael Harper is a bomb school dropout. Though it is difficult to judge his level of docility before he was psychologically dismantled, he was probably just as much a meek loser.

Still, for some reason I agree to take his case. He has no money, but the wealthy paranoids who daily stream through my office can subsidize the rehabilitation of my boy.

Yes, my boy. You see, since Douglas Michael Harper cannot afford to pay me, he will offer service instead, serving as a houseboy. Sometimes I cede to my non-vanilla side.

At 35, as stated, looks remain, men still using words like ravishing. I have dated often, many dinners, many overnight visits, many mimosa breakfasts, basking in the lingering scent of s****l coupling. Whereas I am at the age to settle down, I have instead become a ‘cougar’, the newly coined term used for experienced women who enjoy the company of young men.

And in my case, it’s the company of a boy. Douglas Michael Harper is 18, but with that glabrous form, his flesh chemically returned to puberty, he appears to be not a day over 13, when stripped.

And oh, he will be stripped. I have convinced him it is part of his therapy. And with his recent time in captivity, obedience so well instilled, he has not the fortitude to suggest otherwise.

And so, despite having this relationship of convenience with Roger, a nice guy whose p***s comes in handy after a week of listening to my paranoids whine, it is time to, in a way, indeed settle down. But not in the manner mother would envision. Neither would she envision my Sybian, the marvelous machine for women which I frequently straddle to vent frustration. The orgasms are deep and sustained, particularly when I fantasize. Yes, entering my non-vanilla world spurs climactic ecstasy.

Saturday I shop, many supplies required, much paraphernalia. I arrange for a hospital bed, quite institutional, guard rails included.

I spend an hour or two on Sunday evening developing a protocol for Douglas. I type, listing his chores, what to do and when. I also list hand signals. Verbal commands are adequate, but I like the idea of training him, like a hunting dog. So with snaps of my fingers, claps, pointing etc. Douglas will learn to react and be successfully transformed to a well-trained servant.

How can I be assured?

Well, I happen to know exactly how his interrogators coerced everything he tried to withhold. It will be therapeutic to re-immerse him and place him back into the authority of a commanding woman, at least that is the premise under which he will serve me.

Yes, I guess it should be divulged, the interrogators of Douglas Michael Harper were women, the ‘gentler s*x’ known to become more callous and forcefully reactive when confronting antagonists.