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REGIME IMPERIA/ COPYRIGHTED 2004
VON LIEDEN FAMILY CHAPTER 1
Linda von Lieden
In college, Linda Von Lieden joined Phi Alpha Gamma, a sorority that preached gyno-supremacy; as a goal mere equality was far from enough for these women, they believed women were superior to males and should rule the planet. Dating men wasn't against their rules, but giving in to a man's desires was.
Linda was hetero, for sure, with a healthy and strong sexual appetite. But she held herself back for the right prospect: she wanted a man who would not merely respect a woman, he would worship her; and not just worship her in the common sense of the word, but place her above himself in all ways, cater to her, obey her, even suffer for her.
Linda had charms enough to seduce just about any man; although she was rather large in stature—at 5’10” tall with strong hips and heavy breasts she turned the heads of most red-blooded men on campus. But the men who approached her she rejected immediately. Crude boors, they were, with false illusions of superiority. Linda wanted someone quite different. She wanted him shy, reserved, studious; someone sure of himself in a professional way, but awkward and inexperienced with women. Linda rejected so many men, a rumor began that she was lesbian.
Linda didn't mind this rumor. It provided her with time for her psychology studies while she continued searching for the man of her dreams. She found him in David Searles, a slim, handsome graduate student who had a pleasing smile and exceptional manners.
On a sunny afternoon in the college quadrangle, Linda sat on a shaded bench. She knew David’s schedule and knew the absent-minded student would pass her way. As he came along, she extended her foot and David stumbled over it, falling to the ground. As he scrambled around gathering his books and searching for his glasses, David looked up at Linda and apologized to her.
Linda looked down at him, saw his brown, wavy, overgrown hair, his white teeth glistening as he smiled shyly up at her. He'd scraped the palms of his hands in falling and Linda, noticing, said, "Looks like you've fallen for me so hard you're bleeding."
"Oh, it's okay," David said, not getting her point.
"Well, you'll need a Band-aid, at least. My apartment is just over there. Come with me so I can nurse you. I insist."
Linda turned confidently and David followed. He watched her ample backside swaying inside tight Capri pants, her long, flowing, golden hair bouncing with every step. He'd noticed her prominent breasts, too, and found himself erecting.
David was slender, athletic and turned a few female heads himself. But this didn't mean he was successful with women; on the contrary, because of shyness he was afraid to approach women, and this lack of boldness left him dateless, and left to satisfy his lust by masturbating. Rather than face dreaded rejections, David found it easier to jerk off—then he’d return to his books and bury himself in his studies.
But now, here was a girl leading him to her dorm. Was this an opportunity he dare take advantage of?
Once in Linda's room, David became so shy he could barely speak. Instead, he followed Linda's instructions like an obedient puppy, holding out first one shaky hand then
another for her to bandage. She treated him solicitously, applying some peroxide, tenderly blowing on the wounds, then bandaging them.
"There, all better. Now, what do you say?"
"Thank you," he replied, like a child.
"What's your name, clumsy?"
"David."
But Linda already knew his name. She knew all about him. She'd watched him for weeks; knew he was unattached and heard from others about his shyness. She had seen his transcripts as well, and found he had a 3.8 grade average in graduate studies in microbiology.
"I'm Linda Von Lieden. Are you pleased to meet me, even under the circumstances?"
"Oh, yes, Linda. I am very happy to meet you. I’d do it all over again. Fall, I mean."
“Hah! That’s sweet,” she said, her smile wide as she thought—you may just have
to do something like that in the future after all.
David had been invited to a frat party. He'd spent much of the week daydreaming about Linda, wanting to ask her. But didn't know how. Also, he'd heard a rumor. Was she queer? Maybe it was better that way; if she was a lesbian then her refusal to go out with him wouldn't hurt so much. Then there was a chance she wasn't gay, yet would turn him down. He didn't want to think about being rejected and put the matter out of his mind. But her image would not leave his mind. At last, agonizing, he decided to risk inviting her.
He called her apartment. When she heard his voice she told him, “Oh, yes, David. So it’s you. I’m busy right now. Call back in a half-hour.”
Precisely a half-hour later he called. Her line was busy. He waited ten minutes; tried again... busy. He tried every ten minutes for an hour. Busy. Later, around midnight, again busy.
Well, that's the end of that, he thought, she won't even speak to me. But what a thrill he felt, following her order to call. And the sweet agony of waiting, the aching anticipation of hearing that throaty, confident voice again; what lovely heart-pumping, penis-throbbing torture he went through. Just to have that feeling again, he called back the next night.
"Why didn't you call me back when I told you?" she asked him, in the tone of a strict headmistress.
"But I did... I called about ten times."
"So, what did you want, anyway?"
"Uh, well, to invite you... a party at…"
"I don't go to parties with men. But, if you want to escort me, you can. Where are we going, by the way?"
She was a strange one, he thought, but so what. He savored the triumph: he would show up at the semester's biggest frat party with the voluptuous and well-known Ms. Unattainable on his arm, and nothing else mattered.
But at the party, David hadn't had the good time he'd expected. Oh, he was beside himself just being with Linda, but he'd spent most of the night fetching drinks for her and lighting her cigarettes; and he’d failed miserably as his shyness made him totally unable to initiate a conversation. At one point, when he rose to get her a drink, she allowed a frat member to take his seat. When he returned, she said, “Why don’t you sit here on the floor, at my feet?”
“Uh… no thanks. I’ll just stand a bit.”
After the party, he walked Linda home. She pulled him by the arm to the side of her apartment building, behind some tall bushes.
"Kiss me," she said.
She was as tall as David, and so he just had to lean over to meet her lips. His heart somersaulted. This is it, he thought, he was on the road to conquering his first woman. He put his arms around her. But she removed her lips and said, "I didn't say you could maul me, David. Just kiss me. Put your hands behind your back. A kiss is all you're worthy of at this point."
David did as she asked. He thrilled at the hot breath coming from her nostrils, and the soft moan she let out made his heart leap. He was turning her on! He meant something to this woman, this strange person who had spurned dozens of other persistent suitors.
When she saw he'd obeyed her without a fuss, Linda knew she'd found her man. She felt his erection pressing against her; this was important, too, she thought, so vital for her plans; his obedience accompanied by an urgent erection was proof that her choice was perfect.
She continued. "Stay right there, David. I want you to close your eyes and count slowly to ten. Don't move a muscle until after that. And keep your hands behind you all the while. Call me when you get home and wish me a good night."
David counted to ten, slowly, savoring this tiny moment of captivity. When he opened his eyes, she was gone. His erection tented his pants. He needed to touch it. He walked to his dorm in a state of ecstasy...strange as it seemed, this was somehow better than merely getting laid: the teasing, the vulnerability to her whim; all this was unusually exciting. Maybe conquering was not near so good as being conquered.
He called Linda as instructed. Her telephone voice alone seemed to hypnotize him. She demanded he call again the next day. By that time David believed he was in
love.
Linda and David dated. They went to movies, parks, diners and cafes. When walking the sidewalks, Linda took David's arm; and his chest swelled with pride. One night, seated at a small cafe table, David excused himself to go to the bathroom.
As he began to rise, Linda said, "Sit back down, David."
"Huh?" he asked, as he sat again.
"I didn't excuse you,” she said, blowing a puff of smoke toward him. “Don’t you think it's rather rude of you to leave me seated here alone? I do. Well, you'll go to the bathroom when I allow it. I see you're going to have to learn a lot about manners, David. There are a few rules as well, I have in mind for you."
David, felt strange; despite this unusual treatment, he found his erection growing and his breath shortening. Oh, God, what sort of woman was this? And, what a weird
sensation, trying to act normally throughout dinner, chatting with her while having to hold his urine until she gave him permission to relieve himself.
After dinner, Linda invited David back to her apartment. She lit a cigarette and invited him to sit beside her. David disliked cigarette smoke, but he told himself that nobody’s perfect, and he’d try to tolerate her shortcomings. After all, if someone is, let’s say, ninety-five percent satisfying, you don’t push them away because you don’t like the remaining five.
"I want to tell you a few things about me, David,” she said, crossing her long legs. “The semester’s almost over and we’ve gone out for two month, and I think it's time that you understood a few things. First, let me ask you... do you care for me?"
"Care for you, Linda? More accurately speaking, I love you." He said this honestly, or at least gave his best estimate. He’d never been in love before, but he imagined his craving to always be in her presence as a sign of love.
"Oh, David. I love hearing that. But it just tells me I'm a bit late in passing on a warning I was intending to give you."
"A warning? What kind of warning?" Did she have a disease or something?
"Well, I wanted to warn you not to fall in with me, because if you did, I would enslave you."
David was dumbstruck. Enslave me? What did this mean? What kind of woman wants to enslave a man?
"David, sit closer and listen to me,” she said, her light gray eyes burning into him. Her arching eyebrows fascinated him, they gave her a somewhat threatening look, and they seemed animated, especially her left one, which rose at the outer edge. She continued. “First, let me tell you I have very definite ideas about how I want my inter-personal relationships to go. And whom I want to be involved with. And under what terms such a relationship would be conducted. Up to now you've shown yourself to be properly restrained and civilized, and a near-perfect gentleman. But my demands go beyond mere civility or even the kind of respect you've shown to be capable of. But I demand more. Actually, to be honest, I want obedience."
David sat silently, his mouth slightly agape at the last statement. Each word from her was new to him. He'd never imagined such things before. But, instead of being put off, he was intrigued. What was Linda asking of him?
She continued, "In any relationship I have with a man, he has to be obedient. That is number one above all. If demands are to be made, I will make them. You, David, since
you are the most likely candidate, must prove to me that you will obey my demands. And, perhaps, by your unconditional surrender, you'll earn what love I may have for you. Do, you understand what I'm talking about?"
"Uh… well, not really, Linda. I think I understand your desire for control… I mean, who wouldn't want that? But I'm not sure about what it means to me. I mean, what would you expect of me? And “unconditional surrender;” that sounds kind of extreme, doesn't it?"
"Yes it does. But that's the only way it can be with me. As for how it would go with you? Well, let me give you a little example. I would give you orders and, as a constant proof of your love, you would obey them. Let's try one now, David. Stand up and remove your clothing; all of them."
David was shaken, surprised, and more than a bit embarrassed. And her remark—using obedience as constant proof of love—how tricky, how clever.
“But… Linda… is this really necessary? Why can’t we just talk about this…? Why do I have to get undressed?”
“Failing already? Because of a tiny humiliation? Are you actually going to give up after one simple request?”
Without another word he rose and began undressing himself. Yes, there’s certainly something odd about this girl, he thought… but wait, maybe there’s a prize at the end of this… one of us will be naked and ready. That leaves just her to get undressed. Even so, he left the last of his attire… his briefs.
"No… no,” she laughed, gently. “Everything!" And he removed them. "Now, get on your knees, right here in front of me. Put your hands behind you. Hmm, this thing between your legs seems to be standing in my honor, is that right?"
"Uh...yes." His face felt on fire and his racing heart about to burst.
She put out her cigarette. She leaned forward. "Well, as of right now this thing is my property,” she said, stroking his penis with agonizingly soft strokes. He looked down, her hands were so beautiful, so feminine, with bright red nail polish. “It's my property, David, because you are my property. And when it stands up like that, I am tempted to do this..."
And she slapped his penis downward, causing him to flinch and gasp. His penis bounced and swayed, but remained stiff. He looked at her with his mouth agape, but said nothing. .
"Keep your hands behind you! Now, let me give you the particulars about our relationship, David. They are these. You are now my slave. You will obey me in all things. When I give you an order, you will obey without question. If you fail, I will punish you. You will find that little slap I gave you to be a minor thing; a love tap. Failures or mistakes deserve a harsher, more suitable kind of punishment; and outright disobedience, well, that would require another, even more severe punishment. You will, no doubt, soon learn what these are. Most of them involve a lovely little riding crop I own. Also, I get extremely turned-on by humiliation; so you will spend a good amount of time like this... naked, on your knees, on the floor in front of me."
David's brain whirled. A part of him sensed Linda luxuriated in these words; that she was experiencing an erotic sensation from the mere pronouncements: the idea that
she might be turned-on by this turned him on. God!… this is weird, but so excruciatingly exciting. He prayed that she’d grab hold of his penis and jerk him off quickly, violently.
She went on. "As my property, I will care for you and protect you. In your career you will thrive; I will support you in all your endeavors. In anonymous society, people will see us as equals; they will respect you for having such a loving and supportive companion. But in private, you will be utterly submissive to me.
"Tell me now, David, do you want to be my slave, my property? If not, rise from your knees, get dressed and leave. If you want to belong to me, to be my slave, lower your head to my feet and kiss the tip of each shoe."
As far as the so-called slavery, David learned only a little of what that meant. Yes, Linda was very bossy: she began telling him when to call, and what to wear, and what to eat and when to eat it; she even imposed little conditions on things: like forbidding him to masturbate for several days at a time, and then, announcing imperiously, "Tonight you may relieve yourself at home. Call me when you've done it
and thank me."
Of course, David masturbated nightly anyway, disobeying Linda, then lying about it to her. He reasoned: since Linda allowed no sex (before marriage) beyond mere making out and heavy petting, then he might as well jerk-off, this to take care of his hungry and persistent hard on.
But then, maybe slavery was slipping slowly into the relationship a bit because Linda began punishing him for mistakes. The time he forgot to open the car door for her truly surprised him. When they settled in, she reached across his seat and slapped his face. The blow fell askance because of the awkward position and she'd knocked off his glasses. This seemed to infuriate her even more, as it was she who had to bend to retrieve the glasses.
“Okay, let’s try this again,” she said, angrily. “Turn to face me, fool,” she demanded. And as he moved to a more convenient position—convenient for her—she slapped him again, this time harder.
"Now, will you forget you manners again, my love?" she asked. "Answer me when I speak to you."
David was so shocked by this assault, and could hardly speak. Finally, still rubbing his stinging cheek, he said, "No, Linda I won't forget."
David soon found himself being punished more and more after that. Almost each time they met he got his face slapped; sometimes several times, as if Linda had enjoyed doing it. Of course, he was totally unaware how true this was: Linda discovered she
very much enjoyed slapping him. She liked the sensation, liked the sound of it, even the art of it. And she liked the embarrassed yet adoring look on David's face immediately afterward. And she liked the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach this intimate little method of discipline brought her.
David became quite unsettled by this as well, actually a little terrorized, because Linda would first ask him to remove his glasses (a simple request, but one he soon learned
to fear) and then she'd crack him neatly across his face.
Another punishment she inflicted was a bit painful, but mostly it was humiliating. It humiliated David because he meekly submitted to it. One time he had brought her the
wrong brand of cigarettes. She had slapped him, of course, then ordered him to strip naked and then kneel and face into a corner of her room. She tied his hands behind him and had him remain there for a half-hour. Kneeling, facing a blank wall, he thought about how he should have refused to do this, how he could have just walked out. So, why didn't he? With his head bowed, David could see the evidence of his complicity: his raging erection. In the time he had to kneel and contemplate this phenomenon (Linda told him to contemplate his sin, but his mind drifted) he wondered what was enticing him to submit like this… to obey commands, to allow himself to be slapped, to kneel in humiliation to this tyrant. And what about this was it turning him on?
David couldn't walk out because he now lived in a different dimension; a new world where desire overcame pain and humiliation; a world where a male’s sexual frailty allowed women to rule… and men obeyed. Besides, in this case, David believed Linda was right. He had brought her the wrong cigarettes. He had shown a disregard of her instructions. And she had warned him failures would bring punishment. It was only right that he atone in this fashion. Maybe he was lucky to have gotten off so lightly. And it wasn’t so bad for him after all: although Linda was demanding and somewhat strict, her strange desires actually thrilled him, throwing an infallible noose around his erection, securing it. And her demands, while unusual, were certainly tolerable, as were her punishments.
The finals were over and summer break loomed ahead. David feared separation. Would he lose this fabulous woman? Would she go home to Mother and never return?
After taking Linda to the finest restaurant in town, David walked with her along the banks of Riverside Park. The moon was not full, but it didn’t have to be. His heart raced. They found a park bench and sat. Concealing a sigh, David slipped to one knee and proposed.
She smiled softly. “David,” she whispered, “I confess that I love you. And I am eager to accept your proposal. But I do want to warn you. You have every right to know just what you will be getting yourself into. Let’s go where we can talk about this. Then, after you have all the information about what I consider an ideal marriage, you will have the chance to propose anew or to back out. You deserve to have that choice.”
In her apartment, with David sitting beside her, she told him, "David, I want you to fully understand what you are about to get yourself into. What you've experienced so far in the last months has been child's play. Kindergarten. Marriage is something I take far more seriously. If you marry me you will learn it will be far from a traditional arrangement. Actually, you will be my constant slave, with no freedoms other than those I allow you. And, David, I have to warn you… I can be cruel to you. You've already had a little taste of it. But there's more. I have all these ideas I want to fulfill.”
“What ideas, Linda? You must know by now that I love you and would do anything for you. I want to give myself over to you, Linda, do whatever it takes to make you happy. You have your strict ways, but I want to learn to please you.”
"Oh, David. I have to confess, I do love you so much for saying that. But I am afraid you don’t fully understand yet how far this strictness and control can go. And how much it turns me on to see you in painful and humiliating dilemmas.”
David, often surprised by Linda’s pronouncements, again looked confused.
“I will give you a few examples, David. Maybe after hearing them you’ll change your mind about marrying me. Let’s call this ‘the final disclosure.’ For instance, I find the idea of putting you into all sorts of bondage very exciting; either making you do tasks while restrained or maybe if not doing chores, then leaving you immobile, tied up in a closet. I like the idea of tying a weight to your genitals and making you clean the house. I may want to beat you... Ah, that surprises you does it? And I don't mean to beat you for punishment… punishment will be for specific offenses. No, I may just enjoy seeing you in pain; your suffering will be a gift to me, proof of your love. You see, in no other way can love be so truly expressed. Taking pain, suffering, is a far nobler, more real expression of love and devotion than a silly Valentine's card or a box of chocolates; don't you agree? It surprises me so few women have discovered this truth.
"In our marriage, I will do no housework. Until we can afford a maid, you will perform domestic duties. I will direct and supervise your performance. Shortcomings will bring you immediate punishment. I will cook, since you are totally inept at it, but you will serve me and clean up. I wonder how you'd feel eating your meal from a dish placed on the floor at my feet.”
David’s mouth fell open, and his eyebrows raised.
“I wish you could see your face at this moment, David. The shock is so amusing. But this is only the surface of my tyranny, David, the tip of the iceberg. You'll soon learn the strict but erotic regime that will become your everyday life. It's so exciting, isn't it?"
"Uh... I don’t know what to say.”
“Is it exciting or isn’t it? Simple question.”
“Yes, it is exciting…”
"I'm glad you agree. There’s more. There’s lots more. Do you want to hear?”
“Yes…”
“You will have rules and regulations to live up to. They'll have to be memorized, of course, and obeyed to the letter. Although I like improvising and exploring, I believe basically in a ritualized domestic arrangement; there will be certain functions you'll be required to carry out daily and continual ways to express your subservience to me. Here's one example: whenever I enter a room, I want you to kneel immediately and remain that way until I tell you to carry on as you were, or to do something else of my bidding. Do you think that will be a problem for you?"
David, who had been struck dumb through all this, was brought back to himself by this question. Why did the sound of this thrill him? Why did he love her despite hearing how he'd be forced to submit to these bizarre and humiliating requirements?
Why was his penis throbbing with excitement?
"David, I want an answer..."
"Uh, yes of course... I mean, of course, Linda, it's no problem at all. If that's what you want, I'll..."
"Good. But I'll want something else. Well, lots of things, as you'll find out. But this one I want to begin right now. I will no longer call you David when we're alone.
I'll simply call you 'slave.' Come here, slave. Do this, slave. On your knees, slave. Do you understand this?"
"Yes," he answered breathlessly, dizzy over the rapid developments. "But why?... why do you want to call me, 'slave'?"
"Because that is what you will be, David. And the sound of it thrills me. It denotes ownership, which is a state I desire. There, now you see how nice I can be by explaining it? You should understand that I may not always explain my motives, but you have me in a good mood. Now, let us go on, you've distracted me.
"And, of course, as I call you slave, your answer should be 'yes Mistress.' At all times! I want to hear 'yes Mistress' or 'no Mistress' whenever I speak to you. To forget this will bring you a crack across your face. Now, let me hear you say it."
He felt mesmerized. Floating. There was a pause, then it came out: "Uh, yes... Mistress."
"There's more to this; individual things, a list of rules I will enforce at all times: Like when you come home from school or work you will immediately remove all your
clothing. I want you naked in the house; vulnerable, humiliated, subservient. Another is, you will have to ask for permission to speak; too much chatter and you'll be wearing a gag most of the time. Another is, after finishing a task, you will report to me by kneeling in front of me. Oh, there are so many things; we'll have to make a list as we go along.
"Another thing, I might have ideas that bring me a thrill, and use them against you... for instance, I might like to have you sleep on the floor, chained to the bed, with
your hands bound so you can't play with that thing you consider so precious and seem unable to keep away from. I will bet my mother’s fortune that your dickie is hard right now.”
When he glanced away, she was sure. She let out a little chuckle. Then she resumed. "Now, David, let me ask you, after hearing all this, what do you think? Will you still like to propose marriage? Or do you want to run away right now?"
"Run away? Well, I have to admit that part of me is very afraid of this, Linda, but still, I want to marry you. Maybe I will be your husband, but I am willing also to be your slave. No matter how you treat me, I want to be yours forever. Linda, will you please marry me?" David said, earnestly, his voice cracking from emotion.
"Oh, David, I'm so happy you said that. Move closer and kiss me. No, get down and kiss my feet. David, my slave, how I love you for that. Oh, what sweet tortures, what sexy and wonderful things I want to do to you. Just know that I'm filled with ideas about perfecting your slavery to suit my desires. I want to sit on your face and watch television while you lick my ass, and I'll tease and punish your cock for being so rudely erect. I want you worshipping my breasts while you're handcuffed and blindfolded, on your knees. I want you licking my crotch while I talk on the telephone. I want to whip you while you eat me. I want to ride your face as you lick my ass. I want to experiment with toilet slavery; force you into submitting to degrading duties to clean me with your tongue, then whipping you for hesitating. I want to pee on you, David, actually pee in your mouth; what a good lesson for you that would be, to teach you what a true slave is for. And I want to have your hands tied behind you while I beat you with a riding crop to make you even more obedient. Shocked, David? It is very bizarre, I know, but it's a strange kind of love after all. David, these things will please me greatly. They require a sacrifice, true...tell me, are you ready to put up with this for my sake... out of love?"
"...Yes, Linda,” he whispered, his heart like a jack-hammer. “God, I'd do anything for you."
"Oh, what a beautiful and strange romance we'll have. You'll see. Oh, David, come to me my love. Think of the devious delights we will engage in together; what ordeals for you and what pleasures I'll derive from your slavery."
And so, the lovers were married.
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