By Ulf Diktonius
Once Mr. C. is tied up, I will follow the path of his slave blood down his naked buttocks, thighs and ankles. I will see how the streaks from my whip find their extended arm in a puddle on the wooden floorboards. I know that the stain will live on, but that the memories will fade with the years, when the floor is worn down by the feet of time and man. It will be an ultimate humiliation. I will allow myself a smile when I think about how the feet of unknown bodies will step in Mr. C.’s dried blood. After that I will let the fir whisk dance one more time, just touch, and tickle his back and buttocks and thighs. Then I will see how the wretched slave shudders in a muffled cavalcade of pain. Followed by one more blow. And yet another.
Tears will fall and run from his tense, fruit-red face. They will fall and get mixed with the streaks of blood.
“You fucker! Do you know what happens to slaves who allow another woman’s hands and lips to touch them?” is what I’ll say. “I swear! Because I’ll be damned if I let you get away with it!”
I can see it now. How I scream at you. The power. How you, filled with panic, tug and pull on the rope that holds you bound and hanging from the ceiling. I can hear your panicked screams which become muffled nonsense behind the ball gag in your mouth.
Before I stop the punishment, I will see your blood flowing down abundantly onto the pale floorboards. For a brief moment, I may feel pity, but the pain inside me will quickly push away my empathy.
What you have done is unforgiveable, not only for a slave, but for any person living in a controlled and completely monogamous relationship. Infidelity is unforgiveable, and for an unfaithful slave it is a mortal sin. And you will learn that, little Mr. C.!
Many crimes remain unsolved. But let us never forget them.
At some point during the late 1990’s, a strange business was run on a farm in Sweden. Two people had a common dream – an oasis for stressed out and broken down bodies and souls.
Much of the story lies shrouded in eternal darkness, but through the help of diary notes, texts and a few photographs left behind, a picture of the people and events can nonetheless be published.
The book tells the story of people who were seekers and a society in slow decline, where morals stopped being the guiding force long ago.
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Originally posted 2013-11-18 19:38:38.