Whims of a God

I've decided to document the events of my existence, not so much as positive proof that they did indeed happen, but moreso to share in my exploitative adventures for those who might find pleasure in the experience.

There is no need to explain what I am, or where I came from; this matters not. Nor do you need to question any of the details in these events. I assure you dear reader, for each anecdote I describe did indeed occur as depicted in these re-tellings. And if need be, I'll simply delete this document along with any signs of its existence from your mind.

My first tale will serve as a base point for future exploits to be added at a time of my choosing, so I will begin with perhaps my most fond memory involving a harem of a particular quality and character of women.

As background, there was a looming presence in this particular land which set the vast population divided. Everyone was on a razors edge, spurred on to a roiling boil by the 'talking heads'; media favorites spewing nonsensical garbage to incite the masses while sheltered safely behind their polished desks. I don't quite remember exactly what it was that triggered my hand, but I felt these 'to big to fail' news personalities, government elites, and Hollywood starlets required a re-education in simple etiquette with a large dose of humility.

And so with a focused thought, a large foyer richly decorated in ornate carved wood materialized around my form. Two grand staircases wide enough to drive an automobile flanked the large mansion entry, both meeting at a landing before a grand hallway leading further on. I instinctively knew that beyond the pair of hand carved heavy wood doors at my back hung the sign 'Secretarial Finishing School for Difficult Women'.

Here I will teach these venomous creatures how to behave, how to dress, and most importantly, how to atone for their sins through the proper punishment, when necessary. But first I would need a proprietress to run the establishment and serve as the perfect model for which these women should aspire. I was briefly distracted during my mansion creation, and slowly became aware of the flickering image of an actress playing across the television screen that had materialized along with the walls around it. In an instant I knew that Jean Tripplehorn would be Head Mistress of my new training establishment.

"Good afternoon Sir, how may I serve you today?"

"Very Good Jean." I reply, accompanied with a nod of acknowledgment. "Please make arrangements and prepare the guest rooms for, - let's say ten residents to start."

A low moan leaked from her painted lips triggered by my orders.

"Of course Sir, I shall begin at once." Jean husked before elegantly strutting away perched upon her matching pink heels; nylons swishing lovingly with each practiced step.

Taking a moment to survey the grandiose room and decor around me, I suddenly think that dear Head Mistress Jean may be overwhelmed with her current duties, not to mention those yet to come once our selective residents arrive. Again I noticed the television playing in the background what appeared to be one of those Asian pop-idol groups along with a prominent Actress conducting an interview; whom I instantly knew to be named Im Ju Ah.

A moment later, the K-Pop girl group was in the climax of their on stage performance as if the interview never occurred.

“Good afternoon Sir!” The newest member of my staff chirped in a sexy semi-broken English as per my preference.

"Mistress Jean is in the living quarters making preparations for our coming guests," I was putting the finishing touches on her mental augmentation, programing her to lust, honor, and obey her Mistress Jean. “You should assist her in any way possible.”

"At once Sir! Thank you for choosing me Sir!" the beautiful actress squeaked with repeated bows before turning in haste; pink heels clicking sharply in determination to find and assist her Mistress.

With a lingering gaze on her tight skirted arse, I erased both women's existence from this world so they will not be missed during their re-training; a process I will repeat with each future tenant. I will simply re-insert them into reality when I'm satisfied with their progress enough for ‘graduation’, and the world will spin on as if nothing had happened.

I loosed a long sigh as Jean's new Asian PA’s shapely legs climbed the last step and proceeded onward to the corridor beyond, mentally chastising myself for cutting corners. As you can surely tell by now, I appreciate a certain aesthetic for the women in my presence, but unfortunately, given the urgency of my task at hand I opted to forego my usual methods of rehabilitation.

I usually prefer a 'slow burn' approach as to training, finding that slight adjustments over time, such as a subtle change in attire or attitude has increased long term permanent effects towards their final indoctrination. While Jean and Im Ju Ah will preform their duties admirably, with all their heart and to the best of their abilities, the human brain can become damaged over time from the initial shock of such a dramatic mental manipulation in the short span of a few seconds.

Oh well, this can be addressed at another time, I muse to myself before heading to the study to consider our first unsuspecting guests. From now on, I'll be sure to re-educate each of my students using the correct disciplinary methods and process, beginning with…..