Island of the Unemployed

QUIET AND SUBMISSIVE

It was dusk. Female servants streamed through an open gate coming from the privileged area of the island, having finished their work for the day.

Dion stood, observing the silent parade of tired woman, looking forward to a few hours of peace and quiet. "That one," he said to a soldier standing next to him, pointing to Matilda.

An hour later...

Dion's living quarters was somewhat rustic, but, at least, private. There was a table with a chair on each side of it, it near the center of the room, where he ate meals brought into him by servants. There was a couch, where he often sat in the evening, relaxing, and reading an occasional book. And there was, of course, a bed at the far end of the room opposite the entrance.

He was sitting on his couch reading, when he heard a faint knock. He put his book down, stood, and walked to the door, finding Matilda on the other side when he opened it. She shuddered, and fought back tears.

"Come in." He gestured an invitation. She hesitated. Dion cocked his head, and gave her a stern look. She responded by obediently entering the room. Though her fear was quite evident, Dion felt no sympathy. In fact, it excited him.

She stood in the middle of the room, as Dion strolled back to his couch. He sat, and looked her up and down. She's a pretty one, he thought to himself. "Take your clothes off," he calmly said to her.

She began to unbutton her top. She began to cry. He waited until she managed to unbutton it most of the way. It took some time, as her hands trembled so much, she found it difficult to complete the simple task. Tears streamed down her face He stood, and walked up to her.

"You're frightened," he noted with a satisfied smile. "Good." He leaned in to kiss her. She instinctively pulled back. It was an unfortunate reaction for her, as her resistance angered him. He pulled his hand back, and hit her in the face with the backside of it. She stumbles backwards, put her hands to her throbbing left eye, and looked back at him.

"It's okay," he said. "Who wants to kiss a woman with no tongue anyway." He walked up to her again, and put his hand to her cheek. "The bright side of it is, you can't talk. That's the way I like my women. Quiet and submissive."