Fear: The Aphrodisiac

Sorry it has taken so long to update. My cousins, Chaos and Mayhem, have been hanging around. Thanks for sticking with me and being patient!

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When we got back home to my house, I tried to send Ken away. He protested, “I thought you wanted to see my info on Ishtar.” I shook my head and said softly, “Just go…I need time for myself. You can come back in the morning.”

“Babe…you shouldn’t be alone tonight. Plus, how are you gonna take care of your new tattoo?”

“Look, I said go. I’m not in the mood to play house tonight. You can come back and help me in the morning, damn it!” I shouted. I balled up a fist and punched him in the mouth. His lip split and sta to to bleed. He reached up and touched the blood. He sighed.

“Yes, my Goddess. I will do as you command.”

“You better remember who’s in charge here. If you don’t like the way I am, then stay the hell away. I’m not forcing you to do any fucking thing!” I practically shrieked at the top of my lungs. I felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on and it was making me crazy. Ken reached out and grabbed one of my hands and stared at the palm.

“It’s getting blotchy…is there a headache on the way?”

I heaved a sigh, “Yeah…just leave me be. I’m going to bed and try to sleep it off. I hate taking the damn meds my doc gave me for the migraines.” I got out of the truck and walked to the door without another word. His voice drifted to me on the night wind.

“Be well, my Goddess. I can’t survive without you.”

I closed the door against the night. I went straight to my bed and flopped on my belly. The migraine had me tightly within its grips. I closed my eyes and felt the pounding in my head. As I drifted, I thought about what Jules said. The soul was old but it was mine to nurture; mine to control. Everything revolved around control. I slowly started to smile and the headache started to lessen.

Thursday morning of week two arrived in a blaze of sunlit glory. The headache that plagued me the night before was a memory and even my skin felt fabulous in spite of the tattoo. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. I showered and carefully toweled off. I chose loose clothes and walked to the kitchen to start my morning pot of coffee. On my way, I programmed an Alice Cooper mix to blast from the sound system. I poured fresh water into the coffee maker and brewed some heavenly gourmet blend. I rummaged through the fridge and found the Chinese food from last night, untouched. Ken must have come back and left it for me after I passed out. Oh well, I’ve had worse for breakfast before remembering the cold chicken Marsala I ate when I didn’t feel like cooking. I piled a mix on my plate and went to the living room. I managed to polish off the beef broccoli when Ken arrived. He made a face and took my plate away.

“Yuck! How can you eat this stuff cold?” he asked as he poked the lo mien noodles and cringed. I grabbed for the plate but I missed.

“HEY! You bitch, get your own breakfast. I wanted to eat but I didn’t feel like cooking.”

“Sticking something in the microwave to heat up is not cooking. You’re just lazy.” I lunged for the plate and managed to grab hold. I pulled it out of his hands and stuck out my tongue.

“Go get your own food, bossy britches. I’m eating this and you won’t stop me.”

“I guess the migraine is gone; you always eat the weirdest shit after having one.”

I smiled before I shoveled a huge amount of noodles into my mouth. I chewed loudly, smacking at every possible, and annoying, opportunity. I swallowed the lump and belched. Ken closed his eyes and turned away.

“Now I remember why I always called you piglet. You have atrocious manners. Would you like some coffee to wash that down?”

“Please…” I said around a mouthful of General Joe’s chicken. I wolfed the rest of the plate down and stood. My belly was full but I needed my coffee to get started. “Hey, what was the name of that prissy yahoo at the adult store?”

“I think he said his name was Victor. Why?” he asked as he moved to the kitchen to fix the java mugs. I bounced in and put my dirty plate into the sink. I dumped three teaspoons of sugar into my coffee and added enough cream to turn it a pale tan. Ken wrinkled his nose, “Why drink coffee when you put thatthat junk in it?”

“Not everyone can drink it black, like you. Did you come here to bitch at me or what? Sheesh, I’m the one who had the headache and I\'m sorry if you didn’t find me hiding under my bed.” I was about to continue to chew him out but I saw his swollen lip and I felt guilty. “I’m sorry about hitting you last night.” I said softly.

He pulled me into an embrace, “Oh no you don’t. Being all soft and mushy won’t help you. Let’s take a look at the tattoo.”

I pulled my shirt off and presented my naked back for inspection. I felt as he traced the ink lightly and carefully. “Does this hurt?” he asked. I shook my head and moved to put my shirt back on. He tried to pull it out of my hands. I glared at him sternly.

“Excuse me…I think you’ve had your way long enough. If you feel some deep-seated connection to me, it’s because you served me. Obey the goddess…we have work to do.” I shrugged the shirt back on and moved back to my chaise lounger. He attempted to seat himself on the couch but I stopped him.

“No, I want you at my feet. It’s where you belong from now on. You may only be on the furniture if I allow it.” I said with a measure of arrogance. “You’re high-handed manner yesterday with Jules and the tattoo cannot go unpunished. But, I have bigger prey to pursue.” He smiled as he sat at my feet.

“What do you demand, my Goddess?”

“I demand the complete surrender, body and soul, from the one starstarted these games. I want Col, begging and pleading, until he’s broken.”

“How may I serve?” I handed him a list I made after I got out of the shower.

“Take this list of things to Victor. Tell him I don’t care how he does it but I want everything on the list or I will personally make him sorry he ever crossed me.” Ken read the list and I watched his eyebrows move up in amazement. “I’m skipping school today to make some improvements to my room.”

Ken’s eyes glowed as images started to fill his head. I tapped the side of his head with my foot, “Why are you still here? Get moving or you won’t get to play with us tonight.”

He leapt to his feet and ran for the door. I got up from the chaise and moved to the garage for the necessary tools. Thank goodness I opted for Shop rather than Home Economics.
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Dr. Huff Puff-Ken is the soul guide. He reminds the Goddess that they aonneonnected and can gently steer her along the path. Goofy, yes but it is what I\'m good at.

Lady Fluffy-I\'m flattered to have you as a fan...I\'m feeling warm and fuzzy *smiles* I\'ll try and keep you happy. Luvs and Hugs!