The Second Option: Cruel Goddess or Constant Slave

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THE SECOND OPTION

Constant Slave or Cruel Goddess

Bonus Story: The Horse-men

By

JG-Leathers

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Foreword

The possibility that a story such as this may come to pass sometime in the near future, perhaps within ten years, is likely I feel, although not certain.

Its inspiration comes from many sources: science in its many far-flung fields, such as computing technologies, infra-red and blue tooth communications developments, man-made materials advancements, widely divergent medical sciences, micro-miniaturization and a host of others. It was also inspired by other authors both in the scene and the vanilla world, and the author makes no bones about cribbing a lot of ideas for the story that follows from such science fiction writers as Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlien and Arthur C. Clarke.

What is described below is already possible at the time of this writing, mid-July, 2009, with the technologies as they currently exist, although the equipment would not be as finely-crafted or as miniaturized as is described for the period in which the story is set. Without doubt, the kind of advances I propose as being commonplace in the story will come.

I suppose it will be obvious that I’ve taken the liberty of making myself younger by some 35 years and placing myself in the lead role, and for the most part, what you will read, is a pretty close description of my nature, personality and willingness to explore what could be over the next hill of our collective existence.

In the story, I’m a single male, although looking for a companion in the society of the day, and this is done for selfish reasons, obviously, being the sort of thrill seeker I am.

THE SECOND OPTION

Constant Slave or Cruel Goddess

Chapter One

The Usual Daily Grind

My life was pretty mundane in most respects. Eat, work, sleep and infrequent parties with friends. Being a reasonably successful single male in life, I was always searching for an available lady to enjoy a pleasant interlude with. I wasn’t looking for a hooker, for those were easily found and provided only limited companionship, to say nothing of a damned good chance of getting either AIDS or some sort of STD. I wanted intelligence and a willingness to explore in those few women I met, but that seemed difficult to find. Most of the available ladies were either focussed entirely too intently on their careers, or, at the opposite extreme, wanted to settle down and create babies. A family life was certainly not in the cards for me at that point, and now, at this writing, never will be.

I worked in the IT industry and so did a lot of telecommuting; rarely needing to go into the office, and even those occasions could be forgotten about if I felt like it. Truth to tell, I didn’t have a Hell of a lot of close friends. Oh sure, I had the usual connections at the gym I very occasionally went to and there were other associations that happened along the way, so I was certainly not lonely. The Internet provided me with a host of contacts and even though somewhat ghostly and tenuous, I enjoyed the connections I made. How many could be believed to actually be what they represented themselves as, one could never be sure, but it was interesting to explore.

The house I’d purchased in the back country was modern and roomy, having been built on a plot of some two hundred acres, so I didn’t have to worry about nosey neighbours and screaming kids. I’d taken considerable time and money to decorate and equip my home and I suppose it could be quickly and easily defined as the typical ‘male cave’, but I wasn’t sexually frustrated despite the rather hermit-like existence I lived. I’d bought the place with the thought in mind that now being financially independent, I could pursue my more arcane interests in what society called ‘the alternative life style’. My particular areas of interest in this side of life ran a fairly wide gamut, for I loved women’s rubber clothing of all sorts, male and female chastity play, bondage, enclosure, suspension, some mild S&M, transvestism and a host of associated fetishes. Although most of those had become more or less acceptable to the world at large over the past three decades, I didn’t feel the necessity to reveal my interests to all and sundry and so practised my explorations in the privacy of my home and property. Other than when I had to leave for absolutely necessary errands, I enjoyed myself, but felt somewhat resentful that I couldn’t dress as I wanted in the ‘real’ world. Again, now, there is no choice available to me in that regard, or any other area of my life for that matter.

Of course my chosen life style was restrictive in terms of socializing, but I met many women on the Internet that didn’t have a problem with what I did and the things I enjoyed. There were a lot of pro-dommes who, for a price, would fulfil my every wish so they said, but I distrusted those commercially-oriented ladies and kept searching for one that was the real thing. The quest turned out to be a fruitless endeavour and led me almost to despair that I’d ever find that special person. Oh sure, I could go to the gay groups and find what I wanted in the way of intense and harsh play with other men, but that wasn’t for me either. I was a male TV and wanted to play with a female as my Domme.

As matters have turned out, I discovered through both work and on-line associates that the huge increases in ever-cheapening computing power, combined with far-reaching advances in artificial intelligence and personality development programs were becoming much more commercially available and could now be loaded into the standard, mini-PDA’s that we all carried around as a combination personal portable computer, telephone and data-base manager. Initially the prices were quite high, but I had the disposable income and the desire, to say nothing of the plans I was beginning to formulate for the use of something like this... especially in regards to my alternative life style. The continuing lack of a competent lady who’d be totally dedicated to my needs was the final impetus to make my purchase of a device called ‘Confidante’.