Journal Entry 123 / 0512 Parma always smells like.Journal Entry 123 / 0512 Parma always smells like... well, like a space station. What I mean is, it always smells like they just cleaned the carpet, that they just replaced the padding on the walls, and that they just purged the air system. Breathing the ridiculously clean air always makes my sinuses dry up. But I had good reason for being here. The Eldarfaroth had returned from the stars, and I was here, among this huge group of friends and companions, to receive old friends and companions. Obviously, since it had docked only three hours ago, it was going to be a long time before I got a chance to talk to Ian, but it wasn't Ian I was here to talk to... It was his Captain of Engineering, one Katherine Hawkwind, an old shipmate, friend, research partner, and, let's be honest, slave. It had been almost exactly one hundred years since Kathy and I had shipped out on the Eldarfaroth. During the three years we had together on the Eldarfaroth, She had gone from the innocent young girl in my physics class to a very mature young woman. Her trip was marked by her complete submission to me, and her control of me. I had learned, for real, what I had always known in theory; that the submissive always has control of the long-term D&S relationship. She told me what she wanted; it was up to me to suffer the creative effort of fulfilling her passive desires, desires that had been quite active, really, in her imagination. I openly wore around my neck the thin white gold chain Kathy had given to me the day she shipped out as an Academy student; dangling from it was the tiny silver-and-steel key to her womanhood. I wanted her to see it, and I wanted to use it. The crowd around me became just a little louder, and I looked up to see if access number 7 had opened up, only to find my view blocked by a huge Gerion; I stepped to the left, avoiding his massive tail, and looked at the display. The access tube was being pressurized, and if all locks cleared, it would be any second now. |