A Visit from Daddy
Chapter 8
May 14, 2005
Dearest Mommy
There is so much going on here that I don't know where to begin. Daddy
rules supreme and we are all the better for it. As in all major changes, there
are casualties; here it is no different. My dear friend Magda is suffering the
torments of the damned as she tries mightily to conform to the new reality that
is Daddy. It has gotten so challenging that Daddy is no longer channeling his
commands through Jennifer, but has taken to delivering them to Magda in person.
She is rarely seen about the house. Those that catch a glimpse of her report a
wraith-like creature with staring eyes and a body that is emaciated and carries
the wounds associated with her increasingly high levels of punishment for her
inherent rebellion to Daddy's authority.
Mistress Monica is now taking over Jennifer's former role when it comes
to acting as a conduit between Daddy and us. This is not to say that any of us,
except perhaps the still defiant Magda, are not given the opportunity to
commune, in the truest sense of that word, with Daddy. I have been blessed twice
since last I communicated with you. To my amazement I discover that Daddy knows
a great deal about your trials and tribulations. How he has come to know these
things is a great mystery to me.
Jennifer and I have once more grown together which is most heartening
for us both. We usually spend the night in my bed enjoying each other's special
charms for perhaps an hour or more before we are carried away in the arms of
Morpheus. Daddy is well aware of our nightly dalliances and has taken time to
tell each of us in private that he is happy that we are once more bonding. He
had also told us that our bonding cannot be considered complete without it
becoming a trinity and Jennifer and I already know that Daddy is the one to
complete this union. We are excitedly awaiting the time that this will take
place.
Things of a more astounding nature have begun to occur that involve
Mistress Monica's slave, Bonnie, and her Doberman, Bruno. The animal that was
once terrified at being in Daddy's presence has now in its own way sworn
allegiance, following Daddy, always two paces behind, wherever he goes, even
entering his inner sanctum which none of us would dare to go uninvited. Bonnie
has begun to undergo an even stranger metamorphosis, her body changing in size
and shape, while her subservient demeanor rapidly is being replaced by a slavish
devotion to Daddy to the exclusion of the rest of us including Mistress Monica.
It is a very strange situation we find ourselves in with regards to Bonnie. As
far as the relationship with Daddy is concerned, we all, including the former
slave Bonnie, now appear to be equal in our loyalty and devotion, excluding the
unfortunate one, Magda. We bask equally in Daddy's love and care not for what we
were once before his arrival. Yet as far as what does between us, things are in
a state of flux as we strive to understand what message Daddy is sending us with
regards to slave Bonnie.
I must digress and direct the remaining portion of this missive to your
deviant behavior which seems to have no bounds. As I had warned you previously,
your bizarre attitude toward your confessor has brought down the fire from the
heavens. I hope your daily immersions in the vat of kitchen waste products acts
to remind you of your inane response to your confessor's wishes. I wonder just
how much cooking oil that has been used three and four times before being
declared unfit for human consumption you can ingest daily. As for the liquified
animal fat, and the inedible portions of whatever creature has been used to
provide the entree for the penitents' main meal, they too must be considered
hazardous to your health and well-being as they are now the staples of your
diet, such as it is.
I am told that the next stage of your penance will likely result in much
longer immersions in the vat whose contents now will be heated. It is my
understanding that the fumes will cause you to vomit, thus adding your own
little signature to the noxious mess that you will be dunked in by the hour. Of
course the father confessor tells me that the cane will now be used exclusively
on your naked body despite the terrible consequences that will likely result.
You will soon discover that you are once again being moved to even more
confining quarters still deeper within the monastery. It is my understanding
that at the lowest level there are catacombs, some now empty. When you are not
doing penance, which from now on will be all of the day and a significant
portion of the night as well, your naked body will be place in one of the
smaller burial chambers and sealed up so that you may have the opportunity to
reflect on your indiscretions and pray for understanding and forgiveness. Your
only companions will be the crawling, biting things that have taken up residence
in the catacombs.
I must take my leave for the time being as Daddy has summoned us to
attend a teaching session that will hopefully climax in a feeding which we all
have grown to need desperately. I will contact you again when there is something
of significance to describe and after I have been in communication with those
responsible for your rehabilitation and reeducation. Stay well and think upon
what I have told you concerning what your future at the monastery will be.
May 20, 2005
Dearest Mommy
There are times that I think I am having hallucinations. They occur both
day and night; some while I sleep, others when I am wide awake. The central
figure is always Magda. A Magda that is progressively becoming more and more
unworldly. A Magda that no longer is my friend, nay, she is my foe, an enemy not
to be trusted. She is never the same; sometimes she comes to me as a young child
who soon transforms into an imp from hell. Other times she is twisted with age,
her body withered, lank, her appearance unkempt. She speaks but no sounds come
forth from her lips. Then I realize that she has no tongue, but instead a
snake-like appendage that flickers from her mouth. I grow terrified as she
changes into a cackling harpy, a creature of my nightmares, a threat to me and
those I hold dear.
About a week after these visions began to trouble me, I took Mistress
Monica into my confidence and told her what I was experiencing. Her response
both comforted and frightened me. She too was having the same types of
visitations. Magda as the child and the old crone were featured in all of her
dreams, as she described them. She too felt strong animosity towards our former
close and most intimate friend. Like myself she did not know what to make of
this. We agreed that it would be wise to see if Jennifer was also having these
strange encounters with Magda's manifestations. She too had fallen victim to the
same malady, and like us was unable to fathom what these strange visions meant.
At Mistress Monica's suggestion, the three of us began to keep written accounts
of our visitations, and share them together every few days. Why we did not take
this matter up with Daddy is something I cannot explain. Hopefully this mystery
may soon be solved by our collective attention to it. I will keep you informed
of our progress, provided you will be capable of reading or hearing someone else
read my letter to you.
As you probably know by now, I have given your confessor carte blanche
to punish you as he sees fit. He in turn has received the blessing of his
superiors to use any manner of physical torment to break you free of the hold
that the Dark One seems to have on your person. In this day and age it is
positively amazing that the forces of evil still are not as openly acknowledged
as they were hundreds of years ago during what was then known as "The Dark
Ages". I have my doubts that we ever emerged from those times. I have no time to
take pity on you, since you have chosen to bring these woes down on yourself. I
wonder what Daddy must be thinking about your abberant behavior? I would imagine
he is not amused.
By now your orifices have been securely blocked with devices that have
been used for many hundreds of years to silence and punish sinners. How strange
that such hideous creations have such pedestrian names. Who would imagine that
something as innocuous as a pear could bring such suffering to the unfortunate
upon whom it is used. The photographs that I have recently received show in
graphic detail the effect that these mechanical contrivances can wreck on a
woman's flesh. It should be mentioned in passing that these are the first
pictures I have received showing your person in some months. You do look the
fright! I think you are rapidly approaching one of those self serving and most
harmful goals you have set out for yourself. In truth you have well and truly
mortified your flesh.
I think it only fitting that the very torments visited by the Church on
heretics and other enemies of the one true faith should find application in
these modern godless times. You are now enjoying the pleasures of the rack which
I understand is capable of lengthening your body by some number of inches before
your muscles fail and your tendons part from the unbearable pressure that such a
simple machine as this can provide. Of course you are not given the full
treatment in one session. It is more like you are being served a twelve course
meal over many days and nights. In this manner you are given time to reflect on
your willfulness and antagonism to those doing their all to save you from
yourself.
How fitting that many of the basic elements are being employed to make
you see the error of your ways. In a sense sealing your naked body up within a
narrow tube of some porous material surrounded by the moist earth is one of the
ultimate uses of one of the basic building blocks of our world. As you lay
there, your bare body crammed into such a small space that your crawling
companions must seek shelter from your dominance of their space by actually
burrowing into your flesh, you are one with the earth that raised you up and
will one day suck you back beneath its surface so that you may provide the seed
for another round of life.
I have gone off on a tangent, and trust that you will forgive this fight
of fancy that has taken hold of me.Hopefully my equilibrium will be
reestablished when next I write to you. I wish you well and pray that you will
surrender your pride up and reach some type of accommodation between your
ambitions, pride and responsibilities.
