“Know Thyself.” Those words inscribed on the temple of the oracle of Apollo at Delphi, have been the guiding influence of my life.
As I sat across him moving the cleft of my vagina along the length of his shaft, yet denying him entrance to me, the fruits of knowing my self seemed to have reached their zenith.
I slide along his shaft letting him have a foretaste of the warm moist softness that waited for him within. I moved away from his penis, sliding up his belly leaving a trail of my female fluids; then on to his chest. Here I rubbed my sex organ over him making sure to wet his nipples, then upward to crush my vagina down on to his face. He would smell my female aroma and taste my vaginal juices.
I returned to sliding my organ along his penis, soaking it with my lubricant as he lay groaning and writhing, craving to enter me. I was insane for his penetration myself, but ours was a battle of wills.
He would plead with me before I granted him admission and then I would finally have him completely in my power. Once admitted into my female mystery he would be finally and forever mine. I would have broken him and possessed him, so sure was I that he would never be gratified by another woman.
Yet once I had possessed him, he would have all that I as a woman had to offer, indeed, as he would discover, more than most women had to offer.
He could not hold out much longer his groans and cries indicated he was near breaking point and would plead with me for mercy and release.
I am not sure when I first heard or saw those words, “Know Thyself,” but I must have been very young and taken them to heart very quickly; by the time I was entering my teenage years there were three things I was sure of concerning myself. First, I am very beautiful; second, I am highly intelligent and third, I desire power.
You think I am arrogant? That I have an inflated view of myself? Then let me say that I know I am beautiful because since early childhood and to this day I have been told I am. I know I am intelligent because having been given intelligence tests my parents were told that I would be a “high achiever” in any field I chose to study.
As for my will to power, the combination of beauty and intelligence properly used opens many if not all doors.
To seek power had a facet to it that many do not take account of; the power seeker must have a powerful will and iron self control. If you cannot master yourself, then you are unfit to master anyone else. This came home to me forcefully when I entered puberty. Quickly I realised I had a vigorous sex drive. I also recognized that this must be controlled and used sparingly.
Another, and you might think contradictory, aspect of my life was, that from an early age I longed to have a child of my own. At first this was but a childish fantasy such as many young girls have, but when I came into my teenage years this also became a powerful drive.
Throughout my school years I was what they called, accelerated through my classes. This meant that I was always one class ahead of my age group and this in turn led to my being ready to go to university when I was sixteen.
During my high school years and for the first two years of my university course, unlike most of the other girls, I withheld myself from sexual contact. When I began to be sexually active it would be with a very carefully chosen male, and with the end that I should have a child.
There were plenty of men who sought my sexual favours and it was when I was nineteen that I met the man I wanted to father my child. He had the qualities I was looking for; good looks and physique, intelligence, plenty of money and importantly, he was already married with three children.
You must understand I had no wish to marry him or set up with him in a long term relationship. He would serve only to make me pregnant, and then be in a position to pay well for the privilege of having done so.
I shall not mention his name because he was and is a powerful national figure, and I have no reason to want to expose him. I wanted him because it was my belief that our combination would produce a child of outstanding beauty and intellect.
When I was sure he had made me pregnant I sent him on his way. It was not easy because he offered to divorce his wife and marry me. I played the virtuous maiden saying that I could not possibly break up his family and possibly his career. It concluded as I had hoped, with a liberal sum of money down and an allowance until my child was financially independent.
When the child was born I was tempted to call him after the beautiful god Adonis but wisdom prevailed and I called him Aden.
Aden was all I hoped my child would be, beautiful and, as time showed, highly intelligent.
With the liberal allowance granted me by his father I was able to continue my studies and pay to have Aden cared for when needed. I made sure that he had plenty of time with me, as I wanted my influence to prevail over him, not that of others.
I spent many years at my studies and since I had no difficulty absorbing what was offered, I was able to cover many subjects, but finally came to focus on psychology. It was in this subject I finally gained my doctorate.
As you will understand, with my doctorate and looks many doors stood open before me, but then I took a direction that many felt was bizarre considering the studies I had undertaken. I shall explain.
It was through my studies, especially those in psychology and sociology; I came to understand that humanity is divided into two main groups. The first and by far the larger group I call those of “Slave Mentality.” The second group the small minority, I call the “Aristocracy of Intellect.”
Those of slave mentality are wafted back and forth by fads and fashions. They have but to be told what to eat drink and wear, and they will run after the latest trend without thought. They are easy to manipulate, believing what their politicians, industrial leaders, television advertisers and others whom they consider as prominent figures, tell them. They are the cannon fodder of wars and industry, and being told they are free they naturally accept that they are free, even though they are for ever being manipulated.
Those who belong to the Aristocracy of the intellect stand above those of slave mentality. They are few in number; they are frequently unknown except to others of their kind. Sometimes openly but often behind the scenes, they wield great power. It is they who mould the minds and lives of the slave majority.
It is to this aristocracy that I belong and, given the easy manipulation of the slave majority, I decided to exploit it. I became a fashion designer.
What could be easier? True many fashion designers are much vaunted, even praised as geniuses, but geniuses in what sense?
For women especially, but increasingly for men, they design the most ridiculous and inconvenient “fashion garments.” Most designs are supposed to enhance the sexual appeal of the wearer, but, as I have learned, if you have true beauty and sex appeal, no clothing can either hide or enhance it.
So I began to design clothing for the slave majority. The more outlandish the design, the more it was driven home to them through advertising, that this is the “in thing,” this is the “latest fashion,” the more they rushed to spend their money so as to be “up with the latest.”
However great I had anticipated this enterprise would be, it bounded beyond even my expectations. Every one had to be seen wearing the Venus Fox label. From a fashion house I expanded into shops selling only Venus Fox designs. The money came pouring in.
I have previously said that I am a woman of powerful sexual appetites and that I keep them under stern control. This does not mean I denied myself completely sexual gratification; yet in doing so I was judicious.
I chose my sexual partners carefully and made sure there were no further pregnancies. I also made sure that they paid for my favours. All of them were short term and eventually I ceased to be available since I set myself a new sexual goal.
Aden was all I wanted him to be and as he entered puberty I could see that he was becoming a true physical Adonis. In intellect he resembled me and I suppose his father. In one other respect he also followed me, in that he had an iron will.
Like me he had been accelerated through the education system and he could easily have entered university at fifteen. I decided, however, to let him have a year free of formal studies and to undertake some of his education myself.
As Aden matured to the point of being ready for sexual activity I saw that appropriate girls were put in his way. Carefully vetted by me to make sure they were free of disease and on the contraceptive pill, I let Aden make free with these girls, whom I thought of as “Aden’s sluts.”
When Aden had tired of a particular girl I made sure she was appropriately rewarded and sent on her way. Some were inclined to make a fuss at being “thrown over,” as they put it, but they were all of slave mentality and the sight of some money saw them on their way.
Aden’s iron will included a dogmatic morality where I was concerned. I make no apologies about my intentions regarding Aden. I loved him and frankly lusted for him and I had every intention that he should be the next man to make me pregnant. I would have a child with my child.
A child created by Aden and was sure to be a super child. It would surpass Aden and I in looks and intellect, and would rise to great heights.
With the man who had fathered Aden I had no further contact apart from his regular payments. He had sought no contact with Aden either, no doubt coming to the conclusion it was better for his career to let the past be the past.
With Aden, it would be different. I would take him as my permanent lover. The problem was, although I saw he desired me, his foolish moral dogma would not allow him to copulate with me.
I first came to a full decision regarding my sexual future with Aden when he was sixteen and had begun university. I had to overcome his moral objection and break his will to deny me his body. I laid my plans and made my preparations carefully.
Like a patient spider that had weaved its web, I was prepared to wait. It was when he was eighteen I would overcome his opposition, meanwhile, I would tease and tempt him. I would make his life a hell of craving for me.
There had always been a lot of tactile relationship between us, but now I intensified this. What had been a tender filial kiss between us I allowed to linger longer. I pulled my body against him, at times rotating my hips against his abdomen. All this was carried out gradually and always made to seem as if it happened by chance.
