I woke up

Wednesday dawned early for us, and the pile of exhausted, sore and satisfied flesh separated into three people, two of whom had to get to work and one of whom was teasing the other two, as she dressed herself for a yoga session with another influencer that afternoon, as she described the blonde, Diamond gave her a hard look and I had a hard cock as I ran out for my car, imagining the two beauties all over one another for the cameras in their tight yoga outfits.

If I’d known what Asa was planning, I would have been less annoyed and more afraid, but as it was, I barely had time to confirm everyone was all right with everything that had happened before I had to carpool the others to Arkham and Blackgate.

The day passed annoyingly. Bane was in the library, then it was his movie night. I let the vote be fair, and his desired movie Fight Club came up the winner, somehow. I managed to have a good conversation with Clayface about it, as he did, in fact, like it. It was apparently the last of the ‘real movies before Hollywood collapsed up its own ass.’

The conversation was pretty interesting, especially since I’d never actually seen it, but I didn’t manage to get any points out of it. And the subsequent film watching experience was good, but I didn’t make any progress on anything and it’s hard to enjoy a movie when you’re very aware that a massively muscled killing machine is three chairs down from you.

But I did get the notification, earlier in the day, Alina Li: -23 and my first view of Asa’s rival in her profile:

Fuck. Hot Asians in yoga clothes was apparently the theme of my day. I wondered how Kianna’s visit had gone, but wouldn’t know until I could check my actual phone. Well, not unless I hitched a ride on her consciousness…but that left me comatose, which wasn’t a good idea at work…

Kianna’s Perspective

Kianna dressed herself in her older clothes, and pulled down on the sweater. Pulling it tight over her breasts.

It felt…wrong. Just like her normal scrubs felt wrong, compared to the obscene fetish outfits she’d purchased for her master. At first, it had felt wrong to change into her teasing, tempting outfits for the pictures she sent him, but now, as she glanced at the outfit still lying on her bed and glanced at her phone and the image she had sent him.

It was simple and less…explicit than several recent ones, but she’d been focusing on the verse:

"But I want you to realize that the head of every man is Christ, and the head of the woman is man, and the head of Christ is God. For man did not come from woman, but woman from man; neither was man created for woman, but woman for man." 1 Corinthians 11:3, 8-9:

That verse had…done things to her, because it fit with what she knew to be true, that Eli was her master, her god. She was finding the same thing in so many heretical and heathen texts as well, there was a singular underlying wisdom, men, dominant men, powerful men, blessed men, Eli--were in charge and women served. Obediently, submissively, lovingly.

But she was only meant to preach part of that truth, Eli had been clear. Only the importance of honesty, fidelity, beauty, and charity were getting preached today, not submission. Though, wasn’t honesty just submission to the truth? Beauty submission to society’s standards? Fidelity submission to your husband? Charity submission to god?

She finished dressing, wearing a long loose skirt that fell all the way to her ankles, as was appropriate and **** herself to wear flats, despite what Asa had said about good f--concubines wearing heels, even if the dress would cover the shoes, her change in height and the different sound would be obvious to Alina. Though she didn’t know the point of this, her master had ordered her not to reveal her changed status to the world.

And she’d be lying if she said she didn’t get a thrill about being a concubine of a man young enough to be her son, who wanted her so badly he’d claimed her right in her own house and made her into her daughter’s equal and unlocked that entire side of her after it had lain dormant since--her mind shied away from that.

She drove automatically to the church, as she’d done so thousands of times over the years. That left her mind free to remember the time Eli had **** her and Asa to be together, under him, equals in their submission, pleasure and the ease with which he had made them bond, something which had escaped her since Asa turned fifteen and met that bitch Alina.

She was so distracted that she almost forgot the book in the backseat of the car, though she didn’t forget the cupcakes, with their…unique ingredient, but turned around halfway there, grabbed it up and went inside. This really should have been in the basement, or lobby, as it wasn’t religious, but Alina had convinced the pastor to allow it to be held in the church proper, somehow. Indeed, the book she’d chosen was Little Fires Everywhere, a popular fiction text, though at least it was actually popular, rather than totally trashy as some of the earlier books had been, but not a religious text.

The others were mostly younger women, who weren’t working, or older retired ones, she knew most of them, and they were clearly surprised at her presence, but most recognized her and all recognized cupcakes, which bought her a lot of acceptance. The conversation began well, with the younger women focusing on the racial and class aspects they saw in the story. But after about fifteen minutes, one of them gave her an opening.

“I disagree. On the surface it may be a story about mothers and daughters, but that’s because underneath it’s a story of men and the consequences of their absence or weakness. If Mr. Richardson was properly leading his household as he should then none of those problems would have escalated. If Bebe were married, or at least a concubine to some man, rather than just engaged in a one night stand, then the entire custody fight could have been avoided. And all of Mia’s issues come from her being a single mother and how much her daughter is attracted to the more stable Richardson’s, despite the weakness of the family patriarch. Without the husband, the family is just a ‘headless’ thing, which suffers.” Usually she wouldn’t have dared speak up like that, but she knew the truth and had a mission.

She expected an age split, but was shocked to see most of the group, young and old nodding along, though not Alina. The other woman tried to argue, to reclaim her position, but Kianna casually rebutted her silly claims. It was so much fun and so easy as the others realized the truth of her words. The younger woman realized they needed to find men and the older how lucky they were to have, or have had, them.

As the session ended, Kianna made sure she patted Alina condescendingly on the shoulder, touched her, just like her master had ordered. “This was quite a lot of fun. It was so good to address these matters in a biblical way.” The others were heading out, but they were waiting for her outside, she could see they still wanted to talk.

Alina glared at her with hatred in her eyes. “Don’t come back, that’s not what this group is for,” But her voice was quiet, a whisper, so no one else could hear, which made it clear that this was a request, a plea, not an order. She didn’t have the power to give orders to Kianna. Not anymore. Good. Alina had taken the first step to her new place at the bottom of the hierarchy. And freeing the pastor of this seductress, for the rest…

Kianna smiled and patted Alina condescendingly again, making the girl pull away angrily. She walked out, not bothering to answer, but did ask some of the older women where she could find Alina during the week, to 'discuss biblical interpretation.' They were all too eager to betray the slattern.