Fic: Loving Submission (1/1)
Title: Loving Submission (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Diana
Genres: AU, Challenge, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: In the Ancient World, the Amazons employ a unique slave-owning philosophy.
Date Of Completion: April 24, 2010
Date Of Posting: May 8, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 481
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Written for my 2010 Slavefic AU Fic Prompt Request for me_ya_ri. Pairing: Mistress Diana/Slave Bruce. Prompt: Pride. :) Also written for my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Diana could smell the sweet, heavy scent of incense as she entered her tent through a skein of jangling ruby-red beads, the golden canvas filtering out the glaring Mediterranean sun. Animal skins covered the ground, and her family ceremonial swords and shields lined the walls. Candles flickered to illuminate the dark corners, and in one corner knelt her personal slave.
She walked past the bed with its canopy of filmy gauze hangings, her necklaces jangling as her sandal-clad feet stopped in front of her slave.
Her personal slave was a fine specimen, well-muscled and, she smiled, well-endowed. He was naked, wearing only his collar and manacles, his head bowed and his wrists crossed behind his back, legs slightly parted, as was proper. She ran her fingers through his thick, blue-black hair, feeling him tense.
Never give an inch, do you, Precious One?
Diana tossed her hair back, her tiara glittering in the candlelight. The gold-colored gown she wore was as filmy as the bed hangings, her Warrior’s body strong, a handful of scars a badge of honor. And speaking of scars…
“You’re so scarred, Precious One. Your battlefield badges of honor, eh?” Her fingers stroked the back of his neck. “But so many come from your punishments.” She sighed as her fingers caressed the scars on his shoulders and back. “So stiff-necked, so stubborn, so proud.”
Diana yanked her slave’s head up by the hair and midnight-blue eyes glared at her. “Still defiant, I see.” Her voice was silken but her eyes were hard. “Even my best slavebreaker Medea has been unsuccessful with you. Your pride will lead to arrogance and then to hubris, my slave.” She released his hair. “You are spoils of war. You led your men well, but you are no match for Amazons.” His eyes followed her as she strutted back-and-forth, her jewelry making a pleasant musical sound as she walked, her perfume sweet and light. “We Amazons know what it is like to be humbled after a fall from grace. My mother, Queen Hippolyta, was tricked by Heracles, and her willful pride led to our people’s downfall. We learned humility, and it made us stronger.”
She allowed herself to remember, then turned back to her slave. “Prepare the evening meal and my bed. You will serve me tonight.”
Diana left the tent, taking a deep breath of air, fresh and bracing. She looked out over the startlingly-blue sea from her vantage point high upon the cliff, watching the Amazons rowing their boats as they enjoyed the day.
Yes, her personal slave had been fierce on the battlefield, but a ruler must know humility. This Prince Bruce must learn humility, or he and his people would pay the price someday.
Aphrodite’s Principle of Loving Submission would be learned by this proud Prince, before pride turned to arrogance.
Diana smiled as her hand touched her Bracelets of Submission.
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Diana
Genres: AU, Challenge, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: In the Ancient World, the Amazons employ a unique slave-owning philosophy.
Date Of Completion: April 24, 2010
Date Of Posting: May 8, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 481
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Written for my 2010 Slavefic AU Fic Prompt Request for me_ya_ri. Pairing: Mistress Diana/Slave Bruce. Prompt: Pride. :) Also written for my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Diana could smell the sweet, heavy scent of incense as she entered her tent through a skein of jangling ruby-red beads, the golden canvas filtering out the glaring Mediterranean sun. Animal skins covered the ground, and her family ceremonial swords and shields lined the walls. Candles flickered to illuminate the dark corners, and in one corner knelt her personal slave.
She walked past the bed with its canopy of filmy gauze hangings, her necklaces jangling as her sandal-clad feet stopped in front of her slave.
Her personal slave was a fine specimen, well-muscled and, she smiled, well-endowed. He was naked, wearing only his collar and manacles, his head bowed and his wrists crossed behind his back, legs slightly parted, as was proper. She ran her fingers through his thick, blue-black hair, feeling him tense.
Never give an inch, do you, Precious One?
Diana tossed her hair back, her tiara glittering in the candlelight. The gold-colored gown she wore was as filmy as the bed hangings, her Warrior’s body strong, a handful of scars a badge of honor. And speaking of scars…
“You’re so scarred, Precious One. Your battlefield badges of honor, eh?” Her fingers stroked the back of his neck. “But so many come from your punishments.” She sighed as her fingers caressed the scars on his shoulders and back. “So stiff-necked, so stubborn, so proud.”
Diana yanked her slave’s head up by the hair and midnight-blue eyes glared at her. “Still defiant, I see.” Her voice was silken but her eyes were hard. “Even my best slavebreaker Medea has been unsuccessful with you. Your pride will lead to arrogance and then to hubris, my slave.” She released his hair. “You are spoils of war. You led your men well, but you are no match for Amazons.” His eyes followed her as she strutted back-and-forth, her jewelry making a pleasant musical sound as she walked, her perfume sweet and light. “We Amazons know what it is like to be humbled after a fall from grace. My mother, Queen Hippolyta, was tricked by Heracles, and her willful pride led to our people’s downfall. We learned humility, and it made us stronger.”
She allowed herself to remember, then turned back to her slave. “Prepare the evening meal and my bed. You will serve me tonight.”
Diana left the tent, taking a deep breath of air, fresh and bracing. She looked out over the startlingly-blue sea from her vantage point high upon the cliff, watching the Amazons rowing their boats as they enjoyed the day.
Yes, her personal slave had been fierce on the battlefield, but a ruler must know humility. This Prince Bruce must learn humility, or he and his people would pay the price someday.
Aphrodite’s Principle of Loving Submission would be learned by this proud Prince, before pride turned to arrogance.
Diana smiled as her hand touched her Bracelets of Submission.