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Chapter 16

 

 

Diana has opened her robe on one side, like a wing offering me her comfort. As I walk painfully over to her, she brings her arm in, enfolding me, and my frigid nakedness.  Her arm is drawing me closer to her warm body. I realise how cold I am. I'm shivering. I've been petrificado! As I get warmer the musky smell rising from my body under her robe is almost overpowering. I realise, shamefully, that I'm filthy. And I stink.

It doesn't seem to worry her and she keeps comforting me. After a while she takes my hand and leads me to the shower, where we both get under the warm water and she soaps me down, like a mother showering a toddler, paying special attention to my dirty genitales. When she's finished, she towels me down and leads me back to the bed and gets in beside me, spreading the quilt over us both.

Her smooth warm body feels maravilloso.  She's stroking the back of my head with her free hand, her other arm still pulling me to her, firmly. A little kiss on the cheek. More stroking. This, suddenly maternal, Diana is calming me, easing my pain. She's soothing me. I start to sob with relief. "There there!" she keeps repeating, like my dear lost mother. I desperately soak up her love.

After a little while she asks: "Do you like my body holding you?" I nod. "I like yours too but you've been so reluctant to use it to please me in the ways I like. You've been very naughty." She's using a gentle, wheedling voice, as a mother might use to comfort a child who she's reluctantly disciplined: 'Mommy had to smack you because you were naughty, but Mommy still loves you and you still love Mommy'.

She's being so sweet.  

"Tell me how much you want to please me now that you're mine," she coaxes.

I need to reassure her, make mommy happy. But she's not my mommy. What does she want to hear?

"You're amazing..." My voice is childlike: "You've given me the best sex of my life. And I'm sorry that I was reluctant to do everything you wanted. I thought, I think, you are la mujer más deseable, most desirable woman, I've ever met!"

"Good boy!" she cries enthusiastically, hugging me, rewarding her little boy for a good answer. 

She holds my head between her hands and kisses me voluptuously on the mouth and we keep kissing passionately, her tongue darting.

It's not a mother's kiss. I'm feeling forgiven. I love her more than I've ever loved anyone. 

"So, you'll be my 003 from now on?" I smile and nod 'sí', pleased at the nickname. 

"Oh, but you can't agree until I tell you your duties. Would you like to hear your duties 003?"

I nod again. 

"Obviously sex is number one." I'm smiling broadly. "In future you must stop what you're doing and come to me whenever I call you... from now your first duty will be my pleasure, however I desire to use you... and you won't object to anything?"

'However she desires' is a bit worrying, she's obviously a sadist, but I nod and agree: "Si".

***

I'm still in her bed. She's lying peacefully asleep beside me, as if I've already agreed and she owns me entirely. But I haven't decided to stay. I've been wide awake for over an hour, considering the option of leaving. It all seems like a bad dream. I carefully raise myself on my elbows. It's real enough. Her hand is cupping me but it feels intimate and soothing and she's lying against me with her warm body, so protectively. 

This maternal Diana is amazingly sensual, comforting, reassuring. But she's was really turned on by hurting me, like that, and humiliating me. Is that what Agent 003 is to be - her masochistic gimp. At least she's not going post that video, or let Geraldo murder me, while she's using me for sex. She's so beautiful when she's asleep. My heart rate is back to normal.  I'm relaxing.

How bad can esclava sexual be? The most worrying thing is her sadistic streak and the requirement to pleasure her in any way she demands! How kinky might that get? Might it involve others? It can't be any worse than three-way sex, involving another man for her amusement. But I've been a 'gun for hire' in the past, so what's new? 

OK, I've decided to accept my sexual enslavement. I wonder what 'the next most important' duty is?

I start to nibble her ear: "This is 003, at your command... What's to be my most important duty? Diana Darling!" I murmur.

 

 

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Travel

Canada and the United States - Part2

 

 

In Part1, in July 2023, Wendy and I travelled north from Los Angeles to Seattle, Washington, and then Vancouver, in Canada, from where we made our way east to Montreal.

In Part2, in August 2023, we flew from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, down to Miami, Florida, then Ubered to Fort Lauderdale, where we joined a western Caribbean cruise.

At the end of the cruise, we flew all the way back up to Boston.

From Boston we hired another car to drive, down the coast, to New York.

After New York we flew to Salt Lake City, Nevada, then on to Los Angeles, California, before returning to Sydney.

Read more: Canada and the United States - Part2

Fiction, Recollections & News

The Atomic Bomb according to ChatGPT

 

Introduction:

The other day, my regular interlocutors at our local shopping centre regaled me with a new question: "What is AI?" And that turned into a discussion about ChatGPT.

I had to confess that I'd never used it. So, I thought I would 'kill two birds with one stone' and ask ChatGPT, for material for an article for my website.

Since watching the movie Oppenheimer, reviewed elsewhere on this website, I've found myself, from time-to-time, musing about the development of the atomic bomb and it's profound impact on the modern world. 

Nuclear energy has provided a backdrop to my entire life. The first "atomic bombs" were dropped on Japan the month before I was born. Thus, the potential of nuclear energy was first revealed in an horrendous demonstration of mankind's greatest power since the harnessing of fire.

Very soon the atomic reactors, that had been necessary to accumulate sufficient plutonium for the first bombs, were adapted to peaceful use.  Yet, they forever carried the stigma of over a hundred thousand of innocent lives lost, many of them young children, at Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

The fear of world devastation followed, as the US and USSR faced-off with ever more powerful weapons of mass destruction.

The stigma and fear has been unfortunate, because, had we more enthusiastically embraced our new scientific knowledge and capabilities to harness this alternative to fire, the threat to the atmosphere now posed by an orgy of burning might have been mitigated.

Method:

So, for this article on the 'atomic bomb', I asked ChatGPT six questions about:

  1. The Manhattan Project; 
  2. Leo Szilard (the father of the nuclear chain reaction);
  3. Tube Alloys (the British bomb project);
  4. the Hanford site (plutonium production);
  5. uranium enrichment (diffusion and centrifugal); and
  6. the Soviet bomb project.

As ChatGPT takes around 20 seconds to write 1000 words and gives a remarkably different result each time, I asked it each question several times and chose selectively from the results.

This is what ChatGPT told me about 'the bomb':

Read more: The Atomic Bomb according to ChatGPT

Opinions and Philosophy

A Dismal Science

 

 

Thomas Carlyle coined this epithet in 1839 while criticising  Malthus, who warned of what subsequently happened, exploding population.

According to Carlyle his economic theories: "are indeed sufficiently mournful. Dreary, stolid, dismal, without hope for this world or the next" and in 1894 he described economics as: 'quite abject and distressing... dismal science... led by the sacred cause of Black Emancipation.'  The label has stuck ever since.

This 'dismal' reputation has not been helped by repeated economic recessions and a Great Depression, together with continuously erroneous forecasts and contradictory solutions fuelled by opposing theories.  

This article reviews some of those competing paradigms and their effect on the economic progress of Australia.

Read more: A Dismal Science

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