We like to have fun and let our Askew sides show at Rhetoric Askew on Facebook, so we challenged our writers to have fun and…
Write about Dominant
Mandy Melanson –
Weak first attempt (will edit and put into meter & form later )
Dominance is in vain
never cause another pain
simply for personal gain
We all want to succeed?
How far will you go to reach
the plateau which you seek?
Success is not what it seems
when to rise, you must demean
those who stood beside your dreams.
Dreaming is for one and all.
Stifle those around you and fall
from grace by default.
Fault and blame should rest in peace,
put behind us as we reach
the success we all seek.
Rob Easton –
I stared at my hands, unable to recall which one to use. The pen lay untouched on the desk in front of me. I wanted to amend my will, I had to sign the new document with my lawyer’s changes, but paralysis gripped me. Which hand? I could not recall, could not bring myself to hold the pen in either hand and seek familiarity, could not believe that the disease had progressed so far.
She looked at me with patience, and I tried my best not to look upset, to show my mental incompetence. “Could you walk me through it again? I just want to be sure.” She nodded and began speaking, as I opened and closed my hands, trying to figure which was dominant.
Eric Keizer –
Dr. Melanson sighed as she looked up from her microscope. Humming florescent lights droned above the laboratory’s workstations. She turned to look at me, her face twisting into a scowl. “I’m not sure what the data is telling us, Bill. The vaccine should have eliminated the dominant genes, but it seems as though the virus is only growing stronger.”
I shifted my weight on the cold, steel examination table. I couldn’t find any comfortable position with the lesions covering my skin. “What does that mean, in layman’s terms, please?”
“Basically, it means that we’re no closer to a solution for you, Bill. It looks like we’re going to need more samples, more viable tissue, and above all, more time.”
“Dr. Melanson, time is the only thing of which I’m in short supply.”
Lorah Jaiyn –
We’d been living together for about six months when the conversation started over a bottle of wine – that I bought, of course. At first, it was an innocent curiosity on my part, an initiation of sorts into the dark and taboo world of BDSM. I never knew that it involved more than just games in the bedroom. He patiently explained the entire life style, and his expectations. I couldn’t help but raise my brow when he finished. “You want to be my Dominant? Really?”
“That’s right, sweetheart. You want to run with the big dogs, you need to know your place.”
I giggled. “So I would be your submissive? And have to do as I’m told?” That elicited another snort of humor.
“Look at it as a way for you to unwind, to not be in control anymore. You can relax and let me carry the load.”
“You think that would make my life easier?”
He nodded. “You’re always stressed out. As your Master, I would take the responsibility of taking care of you, so you didn’t have to wear the burden for a bit.” He explained about keeping my eyes cast at the floor, dressing as commanded, and proper titles and phrases I’d be required to use.
My temper rose as I realized he was serious. “You know something, Sir…” I paused so the sarcasm sunk into the word, “…if you want to be my Dominant, you better make damn sure you have control of your own life.”
His face turned red. “Excuse me?”
“I’ve supported you since you moved in. That makes me…” finger point at my chest, “…your…” finger point to his chest, “…sugar mama, sweetheart. That puts the Domme boots on my feet. If I’m supposed to depend on you to take care of me, you best be capable of taking care of yourself first.” I finished the wine as the slamming door echoed around the apartment. I winked at the dog. “I do believe I failed the test.”
Samantha Beardon –
He dominates her thoughts
Desperate for love, she gets taken in
Her need stops her checking the words on the tin
Married and unhappy, feeling cheated of love
Looking for her white knight, to love her no bluff
She talks on the Internet, to the men that she meets
If they are responsive, her hopes are increased
Her heart beats faster when their texts she receives
She develops a friendship, hoping for more
Searching for somebody to adore, adore
Cybersex is mentioned she’s reluctant to try
But words like sweetie, my love, darling she cannot deny
He dominates her thought manipulates her mind
He is a predator of the worst kind
With the promise of love, to Skype, she agrees
She’s in love with this figment, to a thousand degrees
They make plans to meet, and it cannot be
He is so sorry, he has to set her free
Her heart is broken she can’t eat or sleep
Never again will she get involved it’s cheap
Six weeks later, a new friend she meets
Taking it easy, she wants love, not repeats
Desperate for love she gets taken in
Her need stops her checking the words on the tin