Tuesday, July 31, 2012

The princess and the amazon.

So I had this odd dream.  There was a medieval sort of capital city in the middle of a large country with a central temple.  Inside they kept a woman who was selected to be a "princess goddess", an idol of sorts, chosen to be a kind of elected goddess.  Quite an important role, one might imagine.  The various surrounding provinces each picked a girl of noble blood and the right attributes (some kind of psychic attunement or other), and she was pampered and groomed from youth to be a candidate for the next goddess for when the time came.  The candidates knew that there would be a degree of physical immobility and so trained for that, but they had never actually met the princess goddess, and certain details of the position were kept secret from them.

Well, the time came and one teenage girl was selected.  She was greatly honored and excited, though nervous as one might expect.  She was taken to the capital and brought to the temple where she would be staying.  In the temple, in the center of a round dais, was a hollow, polished stone cone.  Picture a traffic cone cut in half.  In a solemn but rather rough ceremony that ignored her confusion, she was seated naked inside the cone, the top level with her neck.  A fancy neck brace of brass and ebony was fixed around her neck, though it was just slightly too long for the girl's neck, so they had to force it shut despite her discomfort... she was too overwhelmed and too well bred to complain.  Then two thick halves of a round wooden lid with a hole in the center were closed around her neck like a pillory with her head poking out the center, so that she was trapped inside and her head and the top of the brace were the only parts left visible. 

She had been trained for this, so while she didn't know it would be quite so immobilizing, it wasn't terribly traumatic.  But it turned out they weren't quite finished.  A naked woman was then brought in... a tall, heavy, amazonian sort of woman with her head and hands encased in brass spheres.  She, too, had been groomed, had only one duty in life and sight and hands weren't needed for it.  She was also filthy, spattered with mud all over.  As she approached the dais, the frazzled girl attempted a formal greeting, but the woman was uninterested in formalities.

The people, it seemed, worshiped their goddess, but also believed that something of such importance and reverence should be kept humbled.  So the dirt-spackled woman turned around, leaned back, and rested her weight against the girl's face.  The stunned noble girl, her nose and face buried deeply in the large round cheeks, could breathe only through the narrow space below the woman's crotch, in the gap between her spread thighs.  And that, apart from ceremonies and audiences, was how the girl would spend most of the rest of her long tenure as a goddess.

Heh.  Dreams are funny.

Though the imagery did put in me mind of a possible future featured fetish artist... Namio!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You have interesting dreams.

As a goddess, the girl would b beautiful, and revered. But the transformation meant leaving behind the life that she knew, and it meant deep and profound change, and it meant pain, and loss. And maybe she couldn't see the beauty of the transformation until the transformation was complete.

I ran across a quote once. "What the caterpillar sees as the end, the butterfly calls wings.". Not sure where it's from.