Anna: Priestess of Inanna
"Weddings are such fun."
Shyanne and Ashley knelt before Anna adjusting the hem of her gown and its long sweeping train of black lace. Anna stared into the distance ignoring the serving girls.
Ashley giggled, "All the pretty clothes, the pretty people, the pretty flowers, weddings are so exciting. Shyanne you're going to love tonight's entertainment. Your fuck buddy Eric is going to dance for us, dance a very special dance. You've never been to wedding like this. Anna has discovered the secret wedding rituals of the lost cult of Inanna." The devious, imperious, and cruel Ashley was positively giddy.
Shyanne kept her thoughts to herself. "Of course it won't be like any wedding I've been to. I've never been to a wedding. Nobody I knew ever got married. Marriage and married folk are in a different world. None of them would have considered inviting the likes of me to their wedding. And what are they going to do to Eric? It's his wedding, but what sort of celebration could this be? Inanna? What? Fuck the wedding, what sort of marriage will it be? Eric married to that sadistic bitch Gina? Poor baby."
Ashley chattered on, "Just smooth this last wrinkle and we are done. There. What an exquisite gown, what a spectacular train, and, oh, the bodice, the veil, everything is fineness and quality. It fits Anna's body, her spirit, and her eminence perfectly. Black satin, blacker lace, delicate, ominous, commanding, and so very feminine, it is Anna. Oh, isn't she stunning?"
Ashley's heart swelled to bursting. She held her hand to her trembling open lips as if to hold within her elated hero worship. Joyous tears sparkled in her brimming eyes. Ashley gazed up and adored Anna. Anna was splendid and mysterious, the perfect celebrant for a dark pagan nuptial. Ashley bobbled in her manic bubble, "It's the wedding of my best buddy. Shyanne, look up from your knees at Anna. This is the only proper perspective to look upon this magnificent woman."
Shyanne too stared up in awe. Shyanne had spent the night with Anna; it had been a revelation.
Shyanne had been with women before. She used Claudia just about every day, and she was on call to do Ashley at the snap of a finger. But Ashley had demanded only occasional, perfunctory oral servicing, and only to reinforce the lines of authority. Ashley was turned on by exerting power; the visceral joys of sex were incidental. That was ok with Shyanne. A lot of stuff was ok with her.
Shyanne was omnivorous when it came to sex; however, her basic preference was cock. Her first experience with lesbian sex was a bit role in a porno film. It was business. She had no qualms or regrets, but it was not something she would have done but for the money. Shyanne admitted to herself a twisted thrill with the perversion of girl on girl play, but without a warm and real cock inside, sex was not quite right. A plastic toy or a tongue just didn't do it.
As a prostitute, her clients were all men, except that she did occasional lesbian sex shows for stag parties. Shyanne thought she understood just about everything about guys and sex, but she was always a bit puzzled and amused at the way a room full of macho studs could get off watching two girls go at each other. Still she and her colleagues got good and hot showing off for the guys. Sometimes Shyanne's orgasm was actually real. It was kind of fun. Shyanne enjoyed the exhibitionism and the mindless cunt sucking, but getting sucked by a girl was just not enough. If money were not an issue (it always was), she would have stuck with cock.
Shyanne did not especially need companionship. She liked living alone. She had always vaguely imagined that she would live with a guy sometime, but she never did. For a short time, Shyanne lived with an acquaintance that was into girl on girl sex. Shyanne tried it but it didn't do a lot for her. The girl was a colleague, another whore, but a needy whore. Shyanne regretted it as soon as the girl moved in.
Shyanne let the girl suck her off each morning. The girl would crawl under the sheets and wake Shyanne with gentle pussy licking. Half-asleep Shyanne would open her legs and accept her roommate's service with passionless satisfaction. When she was fully awake, she would get up without a word, shower, and leave the apartment to get breakfast alone. The girl was too gabby and too sweet. Shyanne wanted peace with her coffee, not sugar.
Getting head was a nice way to wake to another day, a pleasant massage, but nothing more. Living with the girl was fine, convenient. She helped with the rent and having a warm body around was comforting. But eventually Shyanne's ambivalence wrecked the relationship. She just did not want to reciprocate the sex or the affection.
Shyanne just left when the girl started whining. Shyanne had a month-to-month lease and she didn't own any stuff she cared about. It wasn't like a plan as such. She was leaving a guy's place, she had cash in her pocket, and for no particular reason she told the cab driver to take her to the airport instead of home. She left town for a while and never saw the girl again. That was fine. Shyanne liked being alone just as well.
Most of Shyanne's sex was professional, and so unemotional. She accepted that easily. Her life was a little lonely, but she was generally happy. The closest she ever got to someone was Eric. She gave him free sex and liked it, but they were really business partners. In time however, that partnership turned to true friendship, even an unacknowledged love, but they would never have considered living together or claiming possession of each other. Still, while neither Shyanne nor Eric would ever have said it out loud, they were soul mates. Eric was the kind of the man Shyanne dreamed of, except her dreams always evaporated with the light of day.
Living with Ashley was easy. She was occasionally cruel, but she didn't demand much of Shyanne's time. Shyanne could easily have split, just disappeared, but she surprised herself by liking the life Ashley gave her. She did not have to concern herself with money or day-to-day survival and doing Ashley's bidding was fun, weird but fun—like whipping Claudia into line.
Even though Shyanne was Ashley's sex slave, Ashley left no doubt about that, Ashley rarely abused her except for occasional verbal assaults just to show who was the boss. Shyanne contentedly agreed to the erratic cunt sucking and the constant capitulation. Equality was a corny daydream, and independence was overrated. Shyanne had always found it easy to go with the flow, and the flow had taken her to a very strange place.
Then Shyanne spent the night with Anna, and it was as if she finally remembered a critical but forgotten detail that she had lost track of throughout her life. Maybe being blackmailed into the role of sex slave had aroused some latent, instinctual impulse. Maybe she had just gotten enough time to relax and think, but Shyanne's memory was finally jogged when she encountered Anna.
When Anna asked Ashley for the use of Shyanne for a night, Ashley indifferently handed her over like a party favor. Shyanne had been somewhat frightened of Anna; Anna was rich, brilliant, and evidently superior even to Ashley. Anna was a goddess of goddesses. She was also older and exuded authority. Shyanne had always been scared of adults and never grasped that she had long been one herself.
Shyanne also was aware that Anna enjoyed physically abusing her victims. Of course, there was nothing to be done, she was Ashley's slave, and she must do anything demanded of her. She sensed that the easy flow of her life was heading toward rocky whitewater. What was that low thunderous roar up ahead? Oh well, just keep floating on. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream. Shyanne dutifully followed Anna to her dazzling home in the sky high above the city.
Lost in the clouds above the everyday urban tumult, Shyanne verged on panic. She glanced at Anna and confronted a starling, otherworldly beauty. Anna was aloof, cool, unapproachable—and an incarnate vision of ideal human beauty. Shyanne looked away, but alone in the mere proximity of Anna's loveliness some pillar within toppled. The simple, autonomic task of breathing became complicated. Anna seemed absorbed in some other world as she led Shyanne into her opulent home.
Anna's serene good nature further unnerved Shyanne. Shyanne was ready to accept whatever abuse a slave deserved, but Anna was unfailingly gracious. Anna treated her with respect, like an equal. Anna invited Shyanne to sit with her and offered to get her a drink. Shyanne nervously declined. She thought there must be some mistake, "Just get on with it. What's with this courtesy?"
