deadlywhispers

Deadly Whispers

Sure fooled me....

I thought she was a slave. Yep, I honestly believed she understood and accepted her slavery. Smart? Oh, yes, smart enough to fake it for a long time. Learning all the *right* things to say. The long, poetic serves filled with flowery phrases. Always just a little too good to be true. Insinuating her way into people's lives like a cancer. Spreading hate and fueling jealousy cloaked in words dripping in sweetness. An unfounded accusation stated as an absolute. To cause suspicion where none exists. To cause doubts. Smiling sweetly as people tear at each other because of the seeds of lies she had sewn.

The insidious whispers... "A girl knows it's not her place to say, but......"

The other slaves who see through her facade... well, they're just jealous. Especially the collared girls whose owners she slithers up to. Whispering in his ear how mean his slave is to her. Poor girl, is so jealous. While she's sweetly whispering in his ear how she is *never* jealous, she lets drop (accidentally, of course) some innuendos about his own girl. Nothing specific, never a direct accusation. Just enough suggested and implied to cause doubt. And as she slinks away with a smile, the man questions his girl, and his slave defends herself against the lies while the *perfect slave* pats herself on the back.

She serves, kneeling in quivering submission at the feet of a man. Oh, she behaves as if he is a God at his feet. Once she is out of his presence, however she is quick to tell others what a perfectly surrendered slave she is to serve one so weak and undeserving of her service. She commiserates the lack of strong men yet, she's offended if those same weak men do not call upon her to serve them. How dare they choose another less than perfect girl? They simply do not appreciate her magnificence. Let another girl earn some small bit of attention and she will latch on like a leech, to turn the spotlight back to herself.

Eventually, she will weasel her way into a collar. The perfect slave needs a perfect master. Well, not really a master, she just needs that collar. It is worn like a badge, waived in the face of anyone who dares to get in her way. Other slaves are treated with a sticky sweet, condescending patronage. From the vantage point on her pedestal, she can afford to be benevolent to those poor pathetic creatures who aspire to be like her. She outshines them all. Not content to serve, she must be "the best." The free? Well, they're just there to serve as a backdrop while she displays her glorious beauty. And if they're not sufficiently impressed, if they do not shower her with compliments and accolades.... well, it's obvious they just do not know what a great priveledge has been bestowed upon them in her service. She'll take care of them. A whisper here and there will be enough to cause him trouble.

"A girl knows it's not her place to judge, but......."

You've met her... I'm sure you have. There's one of her around every corner. In every room. She's there, smiling, eager to serve. But, the moment she is faced with correction or asked to do something she doesn't want to, she must go. "Sorry, Master is calling," or some offline emergency.

Eventually, though her lies begin to catch up to her. The slaves she lied about begin to compare notes. The men she lied to begin to open their eyes. The owner who used to follow blindly, defending and excusing is now beginning to question. Checking her stories with others and finding that things just are not adding up. Finding out that his name, his reputation have been used in ways he never imagined.

I've met the *perfect slave* more times than I can count. More than one has fooled me. Bet they fool you too. Some last longer than others, but they usually end up the same..........

Now they're the ones being whispered about. "That's the girl who......."

If it seems too good to be true......... it usually is.