Rod Adventures

Monday 12th October 1998, Portsmouth Museum

I feel very nervous suddenly as a man approaches me. He is wearing a check sports jacket, a black shirt and blue denim jeans. I breathe a sigh of relief as he welcomes me. I stand awkwardly clutching my folders and notebook to my chest.

"Hi Michelle. Thanks for arriving so promptly. We can make a start down here." He leads me down to what I am told is the records room.

"Thanks Professor King."

The room he leads me into is impressive.

"There are a lot of records. Its incredible."

"Yes it will be hard work but you will learn a lot. It's nice to see someone of your age be interested in the arts rather than doing what is usual I guess for your fellow students."

A compliment, that's nice. I relax a bit more. Still holding my folders and books. There is not really a suitable place to set them down.

"Oh I have always been a bit of a book worm. I do love history. It feels quite humbling to be amongst these records. Gosh and it gets very warm doesn't it."

And it is getting warm, very warm. I am just wearing a bra under my sweater but it's still very hot.

"Yes, I am sorry. The air con does not appear to be working. You may have read we had an important shipment of items the other day. I will show you later some of the items. It will make it more real for you."

More real? I guess so. I notice him take a longer look at me. In particular his eyes, blue.

"Thank you. You must know a lot. Sorry that sounds silly, of course you do. But I mean did you discover anything from the new exhibits."

This is my nerves kicking in. What a silly thing to say. At least I think I recovered well.

"There a lot of items. It's a particular area of Egyptian mythology that is not well known. It's a massive subject of course but I have been researching this area for many years".

We pass a display mirror I stops and fix my hair adjusting the folders in my arms awkwardly as I do so. I follow him into what he tells me is the exhibits area.

"WoW!"

It's an automatic reaction. What did he say about making it real? This is what he meant. I love it.

"This was one of the main objects. It's not a sarcophagus but was buried with important items as part of their rituals. What's unique about this one and in my particular research is it is based around the Egyptian god Min".

Min? The name does not ring a bell at all. I have to be honest.

"I have not heard of him."

Great! I thought things had started well but now he finds my knowledge lacking. I try and recover being put off guard.

"I have had a lot of reading on Egyptian history but the name does not ring a bell for me."

"Don't worry, for most it won't. Tutankhamen is of course well known as is probably Hapshepsuit. I am sure you know she was a female ruler."

A let off. Great. Now I am on familiar ground and feel bold enough to make a joke.

"Girl power at such an early period but yes I know all about her."

I see he smiles at my reply. Great, at least he has a sense of humour. I listen to his voice. It's a Scottish voice. Pleasant. An accent I can't quite place, almost Irish but no it's a Scottish voice I hear.

"In Egypt the lineage was through the maternal line not the paternal as in Europe's history. Hence the practice of son's marrying their mothers. Incest was quite common."

Incest? He's quite right of course. At least I know he is not embarrassed about mentioning such things.

"Yes I had read that, it seems shocking but it was such a long time ago."

I feel I can't quite let the comment go without saying something.

"That's quite a grown up response if you don't mind me saying."

"Thank you."

Well that was a nice surprise. A compliment. Suddenly I feel much more relaxed.

"Here are some of the artefacts."

He picks up and hands me one of the statues.

It is of his head and body only, no arms. What is striking is clearly the erect penis which is nearly half the length of the full statue.

"Oh my goodness!"

I don't really know what to say, or where to look. I'd feel the same as if he'd just handed me a vibrator. To be honest too with the heat and all I can feel my panties getting wet at the crotch.

"HaHa yes. Min was a fertility god. As you might imagine it was quite important in the river valley. The practices developed very complex rituals and engaged in human sacrifice."

Again. He speaks to me bold as brass. Very matter of fact. I like it. Again I recover as it needs a suitable response.

"Shocking."

He continues talking. I note he walks with his hands clasped, almost as if he is trying to conceal something.

"But not if you think as a ruler. The pyramids for example were built by thousands of slaves."

He points out a scene on one of the stone tablets.

"These were seven Priests that were sacrificed in this particular ritual."

He shows me another stone tablet.

"This the head priest worshiping Khem."

I am aware enough to demonstrate I am a good and fast learner. Once I hear something new I never forget.

"I thought you said it was Min. It's the same God right?"

"Very observant. But no this is Khem, he worshiped Min of course but in time he came to think of himself as a god. His High Priest and he along with the other Priests created a complex ritual. There was human sacrifice."

He indicate this same particular tablet again to me.

"Here Khem orders his High Priestess to conduct the ritual."

His knowledge and way of speaking is great. I like hearing his Scottish accent.

"I guess you can work out a lot from these items then."

It's a pretty obvious statement I think and a way to repay him for his own compliant earlier.

"Not really, this has been pieced together over years and years but this latest finding may be the actual source of what is left from that period. But the rest is hidden in the other papers back downstairs. Its best we get back to it!"

I wasn't expecting that reply. His last comment almost felt like a command.

"Yes Sir!"

Something inside me wants to please this man. I don't know where it comes from but for the first time I feel really, really happy he picked me.

My tone of voice in my reply I can hear is different, submissive almost.

He indicates another scene from a third tablet as we continue to walk.

"These last artefacts show the high priest himself. It would seem that only Khem and he remained from the ritual, that and probably the queen at the time herself."

It's the first time I hear him mention a queen. Which queen?

"The queen? The queen was party to this?"

I play along not wanting him to think I am not well read.

"No far from it, she was surely almost certainly not but was there nevertheless. Can you understand why?"

The question throws me for a bit. My mind races to replay what I have just been told over the passed thirty minutes. One of my academic strengths is finding the hidden answer in historic events.

We start walking downstairs to the record room giving me time to think.

"Because ... because she was the subject of the ritual, the focus, the reason for it."

"Very good. I can see why you get such high marks from your tutors."

"Thank you."

Wow my second compliment. For some reason I am secretly pleased about being able to please this man. It goes beyond just wanting to make a good first day impression.

As we walk towards the exit there is a statute of a priest. He picks it up and hand it to me.

"Here, take this as a token of your questing and clever mind."

What! This takes me aback. Surely these relics are priceless.

"I .. I can't accept this. It's priceless ... who is this ..."

"Accept it Michelle. That's an order."

His commanding voice again. Of course. My previous reservations melt away instantly.

"Yes Sir."

I want to please you I say in my mind but again I have no reason why.

"He is the high priest. It was thanks to him that the ritual was devised and conducted. He gave Khem what he always wanted."

I collect my thoughts again. I am holding the folders under my right arm as I take the offered statue in my right hand. My mind racing I have my answer.

"Which was what? Queen Clarissa?"

My whole attention now is focused on listening to his voice as I hold my folders and the statue.

"In a way yes. As I mentioned only power was passed down through the female line. Khem needed queen Clarissa to maintain his power. I imagine he wanted her as she was probably a great beauty like the famous Cleopatra.

Khem tasked his high priest to conduct a ritual, probably over many, many years. Each component had to be researched and practiced. This was no simple ritual but one designed to give him lasting power. His high priest created something that was so powerful it allowed him to control queen Clarissa. But in ensuring its power and effect it was designed to go beyond being able to control just the queen."

I seem to process and register all this new information quickly and in an instant it's implications.

"And if its that powerful I guess it still works now."

My eye finally fell on the ring on his finger, now understanding why he had clasped his hands to hide it. Question was why.

"Is ... Is that it ..."

"Yes ... It's getting hot in here isn't it?"

"Yes it is."

It's now very fucking hot and my cunt is aching for me to touch it. To push my fingers in and relieve this sweet itch. His eyes are holding mine and I think he is aware of my discomfort as he gives me a secret smile.

"Tell me Michelle, what do you know of the practices of BDSM?"