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This poem fills a square on my card for the [community profile] kink_bingo fest. This fest encourages people to push the limits of their comfort zone by creating erotica, pr0n, smut, and other sexy stuff in the many flavors of kinky, sensual, and otherwise exotic activities. I'm hoping to attract some new readers for my writing.

The following story belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.

Fandoms: Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Kink: Service
Medium: Poetry
Summary/Preview: Kay misses the sense of fulfillment that she gets from taking orders. Vic takes care of this for her.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply.
Additional Information: NSFW. Canonical woman of color (Kay is Hispanic). Power exchange. Miscellaneous BDSM motifs.

"To Lose Yourself in the Service"

There is a thing that Kay misses,
however much she loves working
with Schrodinger's Heroes.

In the army, she always stood
in the middle of the chain of command.
She was never alone, never adrift,
always taking and giving orders.

Now Kay is the one
with the most weapons experience,
which earned her a promotion;
and since the issue with the dimensions
where erotic energy raises real power,
everyone knows she is also the one
with the most kink experience.

So most of the time,
Kay gives orders
and provides guidance.
Above her there is only Alex
who pays her and saves the day
but is not really into orders.
It leaves Kay with an itch
and no easy way to scratch it.

She loves those dimensions, though.
Every time they go, for one reason or another,
Kay finds an excuse to play.

They have an ally there,
a British gentleman named Vic.
He is tall and pale,
with a distinguished sprinkle of salt
in his wavy brown hair.
Vic is homosexual but bisensual,
a Dom who once trained as a sub.
He knows what it is to need and go hungry,
and so he takes care of Kay.

It is never the same twice,
except for the strength of his grip
and the way that he holds his power over her
as carefully as the reins of a horse,
maintaining a gentle tension on the line
at all times.

On sunny mornings, he dresses her
as a Spanish lady in layers of silk
and crowns the black ringlets of her hair
with burgundy clusters of Gallica roses,
gives her exacting lessons in comportment,
then makes her read aloud the poetry of
El Siglo de Oro.

In the evenings, he dresses her in a tailored suit
and teaches her how to serve at the table,
cupping his hands over hers to show
the proper lift and sweep of the silver tray.

Once he invites an artist friend
to sketch her with soft charcoals and pastels
while Vic puts her through her paces nude,
calling out poses in his crisp voice.

Often he summons one of his boys
to receive his attentions --
and uses her as his handmaiden
to fetch the cuffs and the canes,
to clean the leather whips,
to lift an exhausted body off the rack
and lower it tenderly onto the bed.
She may stand at attention for hours
while he works, under orders the whole time.

Many of these are things Kay has not done before.
They are fresh and clean in her mind,
folding into place like pressed napkins,
whole new skills to treasure
in case she ever has need of them.

When she is with Vic,
she only needs to think about him,
obeying his orders, pleasing him.
She can lose herself in the service
and forget for a little while
that there are worlds in want of saving
and situations waiting for her to solve.

There is only the sound of his voice,
the measured weight of his hand,
the velvet silence between commands.

When she fails, and she does,
because he pushes her
toward the peak of her skill,
there is the swift bite of his cane
across the backs of her thighs
and a careful correction
so that next time she does better.

In the span of Vic's hands,
Kay can relax, let go,
submerge into herself
and become a servant
to someone strong enough to hold her.

It is this which,
like the chain of command before it,
gives Kay the strength to hold others together
when they do not know how to hold themselves.

In these moments, Kay remembers
the words that first led her to this epiphany.

The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.
-- Mahatma Gandhi (1869-1948)

* * *

1) Gallica roses, and especially the Apothecary's Rose, have been popular in Spain and were brought to America by Spanish settlers. They are noted for their lush shades of burgundy, red, and deep purplish pink.

2) El Siglo de Oro means "The Golden Century," a time when Spanish poetry was thriving. Vic is a man of letters and Kay appreciates her heritage, so it's a good point of common ground for them.

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Date: 2012-10-13 03:55 am (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
Ooooh. I think you hit something there, and I'm not sure I can English it yet... but Thank You.

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Date: 2012-10-13 09:15 am (UTC)
order_of_chaos: Eridan Ampora from Homestuck as a dreamsheep dreaming of dreamwidth.  Blue stripy body, purple head, yellow horns. (Default)
From: [personal profile] order_of_chaos
Love this.


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