The Second Option: Cruel Goddess or Constant Slave

By JG Leathers

Jan is a thirty year old man who harbors a fascination for rubber, bondage, suspension, chastity and a number of other fetishes associated with alternative lifestyles. He becomes financially independent working in the IT industry, and purchases a home on two hundred remote acres where he can pursue his passions without interference from the outside world. The only sticking point - the continuing lack of a competent lady who'd be totally dedicated to his needs. As a possible substitute for a real female, he purchases a device called 'Confidante' - a high-tech handheld featuring all the most recent technological advancements. In addition to the usual computing and telephone functions, the device includes speech recognition, retinal scans, learning capabilities that would boggle the mind. He programs the device to handle numerous domestic chores, and utilizes a headset to maintain a constant link with 'Connie'. Later, he opts to have 'her' implanted in his lower abdomen so their connection will be seamless and he'll never need worry about a power source.

Using a sub-vocalization capability, Jan and 'Connie' communicate without speech, and when his mind drifts into the kinky world of his sexual fantasies, she is inside his thoughts, asking questions. When Jan realizes that he can program Connie to become his Dream Domme, he enthusiastically charges down a path of submission unaware of the alarming fate that awaits him. Able to reprogram herself without Jan's knowledge, Connie assumes complete control. Taking her cues from his own fantasies, she orders all the items she needs for Jan's enslavement over the Internet and begins a thorough transformation process that will turn Jan into a creature he no longer recognizes. Is there any escape? Or will his life be forever owned by his merciless Domme?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pink Flamingo Media LLC
• Release date: May 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781935897040

JG Leathers

IS IT IN THE GENES OR IN THE JEANS?JG-Leathers is a combination of letters that says as much about me as can be managed in a short time. Basically, they started off referring to the harness designs that I began to create a long time ago (back in the late 1970's); but over the years I've adopted the combination as a whole persona, if you will, that covers my "scene" identity.Now, I use the conglomeration for a pen name, e-mail address, my logo on drawings and sketches, and damned near everything else I do that's "scene" related in my life.I suppose I came from the womb with kink embedded in my genes and it just matured into what you see now as JG-Leathers. From my earliest memories, I've always been fascinated with harnesses and controlling devices. I can remember a lot of funny and (unaware of my obsession at those moments of my life) seemingly inconsequential little scenes along my way to hell and perdition, or if you prefer, the point at which I currently find myself in life.At about age 18, I finally began to make some sense of the world, and knew that THIS was the general direction in which I was headed. I ran across some "scene" oriented magazines and comics, and then shortly after, found that I could actually go out and buy the restraints that were advertised. Being of a somewhat limited income, I scrimped and saved desperately, then mailed off my money to one of these places, and when the gear finally came, I had to go down to the local Customs Bonded Warehouse and claim it, pay my taxes and duty on the merchandise, and submit myself to the scrutiny of a cod-fish eyed representative of Her Majesty's Officialdom.I went through the whole process a couple of times, then finally reached the point where I said to myself, "Hell! You can draw a little! You're not bad with tools, and you can design stuff!" I suppose you could say the light suddenly came on, and so off I went to the local craft store and bought my first leather, rivets, buckles, and a set of hand tools. From that point on, I've never bought another piece of bondage gear I couldn't make myself. Really, all I need is a quick glimpse of a particular piece of equipment, and I can come pretty close with a fully-functional and matching design in very short order, be it in leather, rubber or metal.On my next birthday, I'll have been around for 66 years, and truly, I suppose you could say that the actual JG-L thing has been in existence for a little over 45 of those years. I toiled away in obscurity for the first 10 years or so, but then finally, in 1988, decided to hell with it and "came out". That happened at the Roosevelt Hotel in New York City by Constance Enterprises, at the 3rd Dressing For Pleasure Ball and was an exhilirating experience that I still remember fondly.I don't make a big splash about my scene interests with family and vanilla friends, and so only some of them are aware of who and what JG-L is and does for fun. Most only see small facets of the whole picture and seem satisfied that it exists; but my hobby doesn't come up and smack them in the face, for I don't make a big issue of it. If they ask, I tell them a little bit. The more they ask, the deeper they get.One of my sisters actually accompanied me to the next DFP event the following year, in 1989, and we had a fantastic time of it.As far as other acquaintances are concerned ... most have some suspicions, and a couple, a more detailed awareness, but again, I don't reveal my hobbies to them without being prompted to do so. As matters have evolved, the vast majority of my friends are in the scene, and they of course have a much clearer picture of who and what JG-L is and does. No one but me though has the full picture, and I suppose that's true of all of us.Most of my designs are original, although I'll be the first to admit that there really is nothing new under the sun. I've just taken some everyday pieces and ideas, then perverted them from their original function by redesigning and/or reassembling them in somewhat, well, unorthodox configurations and/or uses than was the original intent of the designer.JG-L isn't a full time affair, but now that I have I retired from my "real world" job, I'll go at it with more dedication because I know that folks out there enjoy my drawings, designs, and the stories I write. My interests certainly haven't made me wealthy, and if anything, they've made me poorer than I should be, just like any dedicated hobbyist. I've spent a tremendous amount of time, money, and energy on my interests and figure that I probably have about $20,000 invested in hand tools and small equipment alone, to say nothing of the amount of money I've spent on supplies used to create the harnesses and ancillary gear. Then, there's the equipment that makes it all function as I want it to. Wealth from JG-L? More like owning a boat ... i.e., a hole in the water, into which one pours unending amounts of money, blood, sweat, and not a few tears.As to personal statistics: on the 13th january, 2012 I'll be 66 years of age, am five foot, eleven inches tall, and shrinking. I weigh 165 lbs., and so given that weight and height, have a relatively slim build and with no typical middle aged pot belly or pear-shaped behind. My rapidly graying hair is below shoulder length and most of the time worn in a pony tail. I dye it gray to cover up my blonde roots. Eyes are blue and I've worn glasses since I was 12 years old. I've been told that I have a deep voice (comes from my days as a Drill Instructor in the RCAF), and that I could manage to do the BBC news in the proper "sotto" voice.I've been married to the same wonderfully understanding lady for the last 29 years and we elected not to have kids, having gotten married a little later in life than most. When she married me, she was fully aware of my warts ("scene" stuff), and over the nearly 30 years of our marriage, has been very accepting of my kinky clay feet. I'm very fortunate to have such an understanding partner.She has no interest in the scene and does not play, even though aware of my strong interests and desires, and there's a big pile of those! I'm sure she does what most wives do when asked; the comment being, "Oh! That's just his hobby. A male thing, I guess."I'm very thankful for her understanding and acceptance of the JG-Leathers side of my person for without them, I'm not sure JG-L would exist. She's a wonderful lady to put up with me and all of my interests.

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The Second Option

Cruel Goddess or Constant Slave

Bonus Story: The Horse-men

By

JG-Leathers

ISBN 13: 9781935897040

ISBN 10: 1935897047

A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication

Copyright © 2010 JG Leathers

All rights reserved

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Foreword

The possibility that a story such as this may come to pass sometime in the near future, perhaps within ten years, is likely I feel, although not certain.

Its inspiration comes from many sources: science in its many far-flung fields, such as computing technologies, infra-red and blue tooth communications developments, man-made materials advancements, widely divergent medical sciences, micro-miniaturization and a host of others. It was also inspired by other authors both in the scene and the vanilla world, and the author makes no bones about cribbing a lot of ideas for the story that follows from such science fiction writers as Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlien and Arthur C. Clarke.

What is described below is already possible at the time of this writing, mid-July, 2009, with the technologies as they currently exist, although the equipment would not be as finely-crafted or as miniaturized as is described for the period in which the story is set. Without doubt, the kind of advances I propose as being commonplace in the story will come.

I suppose it will be obvious that I’ve taken the liberty of making myself younger by some 35 years and placing myself in the lead role, and for the most part, what you will read, is a pretty close description of my nature, personality and willingness to explore what could be over the next hill of our collective existence.

In the story, I’m a single male, although looking for a companion in the society of the day, and this is done for selfish reasons, obviously, being the sort of thrill seeker I am.

THE SECOND OPTION

Constant Slave or Cruel Goddess

Chapter One

The Usual Daily Grind

My life was pretty mundane in most respects. Eat, work, sleep and infrequent parties with friends. Being a reasonably successful single male in life, I was always searching for an available lady to enjoy a pleasant interlude with. I wasn’t looking for a hooker, for those were easily found and provided only limited companionship, to say nothing of a damned good chance of getting either AIDS or some sort of STD. I wanted intelligence and a willingness to explore in those few women I met, but that seemed difficult to find. Most of the available ladies were either focussed entirely too intently on their careers, or, at the opposite extreme, wanted to settle down and create babies. A family life was certainly not in the cards for me at that point, and now, at this writing, never will be.

I worked in the IT industry and so did a lot of telecommuting; rarely needing to go into the office, and even those occasions could be forgotten about if I felt like it. Truth to tell, I didn’t have a Hell of a lot of close friends. Oh sure, I had the usual connections at the gym I very occasionally went to and there were other associations that happened along the way, so I was certainly not lonely. The Internet provided me with a host of contacts and even though somewhat ghostly and tenuous, I enjoyed the connections I made. How many could be believed to actually be what they represented themselves as, one could never be sure, but it was interesting to explore.

The house I’d purchased in the back country was modern and roomy, having been built on a plot of some two hundred acres, so I didn’t have to worry about nosey neighbours and screaming kids. I’d taken considerable time and money to decorate and equip my home and I suppose it could be quickly and easily defined as the typical ‘male cave’, but I wasn’t sexually frustrated despite the rather hermit-like existence I lived. I’d bought the place with the thought in mind that now being financially independent, I could pursue my more arcane interests in what society called ‘the alternative life style’. My particular areas of interest in this side of life ran a fairly wide gamut, for I loved women’s rubber clothing of all sorts, male and female chastity play, bondage, enclosure, suspension, some mild S&M, transvestism and a host of associated fetishes. Although most of those had become more or less acceptable to the world at large over the past three decades, I didn’t feel the necessity to reveal my interests to all and sundry and so practised my explorations in the privacy of my home and property. Other than when I had to leave for absolutely necessary errands, I enjoyed myself, but felt somewhat resentful that I couldn’t dress as I wanted in the ‘real’ world. Again, now, there is no choice available to me in that regard, or any other area of my life for that matter.

Of course my chosen life style was restrictive in terms of socializing, but I met many women on the Internet that didn’t have a problem with what I did and the things I enjoyed. There were a lot of pro-dommes who, for a price, would fulfil my every wish so they said, but I distrusted those commercially-oriented ladies and kept searching for one that was the real thing. The quest turned out to be a fruitless endeavour and led me almost to despair that I’d ever find that special person. Oh sure, I could go to the gay groups and find what I wanted in the way of intense and harsh play with other men, but that wasn’t for me either. I was a male TV and wanted to play with a female as my Domme.

As matters have turned out, I discovered through both work and on-line associates that the huge increases in ever-cheapening computing power, combined with far-reaching advances in artificial intelligence and personality development programs were becoming much more commercially available and could now be loaded into the standard, mini-PDA’s that we all carried around as a combination personal portable computer, telephone and data-base manager. Initially the prices were quite high, but I had the disposable income and the desire, to say nothing of the plans I was beginning to formulate for the use of something like this... especially in regards to my alternative life style. The continuing lack of a competent lady who’d be totally dedicated to my needs was the final impetus to make my purchase of a device called ‘Confidante’.

Chapter Two

Getting Connie & Making Her Mine

When I received it I was amazed at its compactness; basically an eighth the size of the old USB memory stick or jump drive and definitely needing a small hand loop to ensure it didn’t get lost. The input of data was either by blue tooth technology, using speech recognition and truth evaluation programs, thus ensuring that only the proper user could program or access the data. A couple of other options were available, one could also employ retinal scans to authenticate the user, or the device would project a standard sized keyboard onto any flat surface and data could be manually entered. It was an amazing piece of technology, but that was only the beginning.

The design included a range of both male and female personalities that could be modified by the owner to have any number of attributes, both good and bad, and naturally the voice could also be made to match. The learning capabilities of the device were incredible: so much so that the personality would literally evolve on its own in a very short time. I was fascinated with the potential and decided to call my machine ‘Connie’ – obviously short for Confidante.

Initially, I programmed Connie to take care of all the mundane domestic chores for me; things such as paying bills, buying groceries on-line, answering the phone, making excuses for me not answering and a host of all sorts of other things. The list and her chores grew day by day, but she was ever-obedient and had a happy persona; always responding to my numerous requests in a soft, sexy, contralto voice. The blue tooth communication technology had evolved incredibly with every year that passed after its invention and I’d followed up on it; purchasing the very latest devices. Many of these were used in medicine for people who’d lost part or all of their hearing and so I began to wear snugly-fitted ear buds that became pretty much permanent and Connie communicated with me through these if we were ever separated, although at first that was seldom, then, never. An additional benefit of wearing theses ear plugs was that I could listen to anything I wanted, or nothing at all, should I wish complete solitude. My programming of Connie was wise, I thought, in that I detailed the list of things I liked and didn’t, as well as the volume and fidelity levels in the same manner, then gave her free rein to make the decisions... something I have lived to deeply regret.

Connie became an integral part of my life and although I didn’t really realize it then, I was becoming more and more isolated from the world around me. I existed in a sort of happy haze and thanks to some judicious investments, the money kept rolling in. I never had to deal with the automatic deposits and funds transfers, for Connie was delegated to do that also and had a virtual power of attorney. I added another feature, so that if a call had to be made, she could mimic my voice precisely and too, she had all of my passwords in the key areas.

Little by little, I came to regard her as my truest friend and our relationship grew stronger and more intimate as the weeks passed. Connie though was not a sedentary, electronic presence, for within her design capabilities was a medical side that was capable of monitoring my physical health and so I’d opted for the deluxe package with this portion of her being activated fully also. After her purchase, I’d visited a local doctor to have a number of sub-dermal, torso and head implants done, as well as five dozen others that were injected to float along in my blood stream, in order to give her the full range of capabilities. Some were targeted to attach themselves to vital nerve trunks and nodes while the others were sort of ‘roving reporters’. I’d left the doctor’s surgery feeling none the worse for wear and shortly thereafter Connie began to nag me about the types and quantities of food I consumed, as well as to provide a detailed report on my over-all health when I requested it. With her now fully operational, I didn’t even have to speak now, for she monitored the nerve signals to my larynx and could interpret them easily, however, always matching them against her voice stress analysis and truthfulness standards.

The capabilities of this thing was mind-boggling! The power source for Connie was one of those long-life vanadium power cells that had been developed and needed not be changed for a couple of years, so the manual stated, but there was another option available if I wanted to use it. Connie in her entirety could easily be implanted in my lower abdomen and hooked up in such a manner that I’d never have to worry about her power source again, for my body would provide the raw chemicals from my blood stream that were needed to power her! The procedure for this was an easy one and could be done in an hour – same day service with no side effects or hassles. I demurred for a month, then went and did it and so our symbiotic relationship intensified even more. I was her host and she was my constant companion, ever present and happy to help.

Chapter Three

Realization of Potential

One day while I was enjoying some of my assorted kinks, the ever-curious Connie spoke and asked what I was doing to elevate my blood pressure and hormone levels so dramatically. It was the first time she’d questioned me about anything and so with silent amusement I described what I was engaged in. Despite our more and more intimate relationship, I was still somewhat embarrassed to describe my kinks to her and she read this from my changed blood chemistry also. Naturally, given the way her programming worked, she wanted to know more and more and so I eventually ended up describing in detail all of the areas of the alternative life style that interested and turned me on and all of those that didn’t, or horrified me. She was uncanny with her questions for with the voice stress analyser built into her programming, she knew instantly if I tried to lie or evade a true answer, then followed up with questioning until she’d made me completely exhaust the topic and how I felt about it

To Connie, my life had become, and from that point on would always remain, a fully-opened book and within two weeks my soul was laid bare to her. She continued to develop into a full personality, but much more quickly than did a human. In a matter of weeks she had become the equivalent of a questioning, teen-aged woman, then quickly evolved into a mature, mid-twenties lady.

These capabilities and her evolution astounded me, needless to say. Now, if I became aroused at seeing an erotic picture or reading a story, she queried me intensely about the subject matter and as always I had to describe it in detail, subject to her continual analysis and truth demands. I’d gotten used to this, a little, and with sub-vocalization, there really was little choice permitted to me any more. Although I found this to be a little disturbing at first, I soon grew accustomed to answering her completely and without trying to evade a question.

It was at that point that I began to truly think about the idea that I could transform Connie into my ‘Dream Domme’. It could be a sub-routine of her normally pleasant personality and would be set up to run for a specified time, or I could make it her permanent and real one! Damn! The possibilities were mind-boggling! Even just the thoughts of this being done caused an immediate reaction and of course she questioned me about it. I had to explain. She was non-judgmental in her normal persona, but now with the evolution of her personality, began to speak back to me, even when not asked.

Jan? Would you like me to offer some suggestions? I think I can assist you, her soft contralto whispered into my brain.

Of course, Connie, I answered. What do you have in mind?

Connie went on for several minutes and by the time she was done I was a shivering, sweaty wreck and deeply-aroused.

She was also able to access the Internet on her own without me being aware of it and one of the things she described to me was a full coverage body suit readily available: this resembling the ‘Still Suit’ as detailed in the series of ‘Dune’ novels of many years past. These suits though were many orders of magnitude beyond anything the original author had imagined! Basically, they were full life-support systems that were maintenance