I am Definitely Not Aroused by that story with Mistress Lynne in it!

Nathan Crowe

The Controller's Compound

Mistress Lynne published this morning about what happened to Elias Sterling in The Corroder of the Unfaithful. The electric cage. The medical bay. Nurse Charlotte adjusting voltage while Elias was strapped to the table and Mistress Lynne watched with a crop and complete silence. I have spent the better part of this morning organizing my response to this post because there are several things wrong with it from a procedural standpoint and I would like to address them in order. First: she did not inform the other occupants in advance. A situation of that scale — a man strapped to an examination table in the purple-tiled medical suite while current runs through a steel device clamped to his cock — affects the general atmosphere of The Controller's Compound in ways I have not consented to and cannot fully contain.

Second: the decision about what Elias Sterling experiences in his dungeon is, structurally, not mine to make — I understand this, I am not confused about the hierarchy — but I would point out that a well-run compound would have a mechanism for occupant input before major interventions. I have submitted three written proposals to this effect since my arrival in The Controller's Compound. Each of them has been returned to me with no notation other than a small check mark in the corner, which I have spent some time trying to interpret. I do not know if the check mark means received, or noted, or discarded, or considered, or something else entirely. I find this ambiguity professionally unacceptable. I have a fourth proposal drafted. I am aware, before I send it, that Mistress Lynne will probably respond to it by doing exactly what she intends to do regardless. I understand this. I am going to send it anyway because the alternative is to simply accept that I have no structural mechanism here, and I am not prepared to accept that.

What I want the record to show I have not said, is that I found the image in her post very arousing, and I felt obliged to send her a $10,000 transfer at my own free will, to the great Mistress Lynne about 6 hours ago and I still have not heard from her. I knew I should have sent more....

The thing I found in reading about Elias Sterling spread wide across that examination table while Mistress Lynne stood with her crop and her absolute, completely unauthorized authority was arousal. And, I am fully aware, I am required to pay for that here at the Lair.

She built a machine in this underground purple mansion in Urbington, Alabama, and everyone in it is running on the power she decides to generate, and the check marks she puts in the corners of my proposals are not check marks at all. They are her signature. And I love the check marks. Because they are her personal dismissal of me. It is really quite arousing. Now excuse me while I go send another ten grand to Mistress Lynne. Fuck me!

Nathan Crowe