Czar Gregovivk

All the chairs are facing the center of the circle in a hotel in Australia, on the Roy Island. And each counselor keeps his eyes fixed on the silent woman, sitting on the floor, with her hands on her thighs, looking at the floor.
— It would be wonderful if we created our own submissives, a small quota that would be destined for the counselors. And I'm sure that the sooner we start teaching them, the more perfect they will be. — Freire takes a step back and stretches out his hand, stroking the head of the woman kneeling in the center. — We can create a status of power, where our little golden gift would be them: small, silent and docile... An exclusive product for each counselor...
— What you're suggesting, do you want to practice on a child, Freire? — Jonathan Roy, the taciturn young man with black hair and blue eyes, looks at Freire angrily. — Are you labeling a child as a luxury product?
— Well, not children... — she says with a bitter smile, moving away from the submissive. — But yes, at the beginning of their transition, the best phase would be when they discover their sexuality...
— Teenagers? — Hu Li is the one who asks her now, standing up and walking towards the circle, looking at the kneeling, half-naked girl. — I could be very wrong, but I think it falls under pedophilia. Are you suggesting that the counselors commit a crime?
— Actually, my dear friend... — Ramses, the Egyptian with a sharp sense of humor, who always has a curious look, speaks, tapping the tip of his finger on his chin. — I think it would be a little more than a crime, since it would clearly fall under the heading of human trafficking, false imprisonment, alienation and kidnapping of a minor, not to mention rape.
— Don't twist my words, Ramses. I never said they would be kidnapped, nor would we commit anything heinous... — Freire speaks, upset, walking towards the counselors.
— Explain to us how it wouldn't be a heinous act to raise a young girl to be a submissive whore? — Santana laughs and looks at her, shaking her head. — Tell me. Would you politely ask her to spread her legs, to be fucked while she was still a girl[49]?
— That's not what I suggested, Santana. — Freire looks away from him and seeks help from Morgana, who remains silent, observing the kneeling woman. — I'm saying that if they learn to be dominated from a young age, when they are adults they will be ready to be handed over to their masters, and only when they are of age would they sleep with them...
— You're suggesting something abominable, Freire! We're not bogeymen who go hunting for children — I say with hatred. — Have you thought about what will happen if one of them is discovered? What a feast a story like that would be for the newspapers? Young girls disappearing to become submissive alphas...
— All of Sodom would be in danger — Jonathan is the one who finishes my words, looking at her with contempt. — We would be vulnerable and a witch hunt would begin! — No, we wouldn't be... — She turns and points to the girl in the center. — Mina has never slept with a man, nor with a woman, but her body will know that it owes obedience to the first man who touches her, who awakens her submissive soul. A submissive alpha is loyal to the death to her master...
— Dios[50], are you talking about a woman[51] or a bitch?! — Santana growls and shakes her head. — You should be ashamed of yourself for proposing that!
— Look at me carefully, Freire, do you think I'm the kind of man who would touch a child?! — Ramses speaks bitterly.
— I'm not going to waste my time telling you what kind of man I think you are, Ramses! — Freire clamps his mouth shut and glares at him.
— Enough! — Oliver's powerful voice comes out loud, silencing her. The monarch, who is approaching his sixties, the oldest among all the counselors, stands up, putting an end to Freire's madness. My father always said that of all of them, Oliver was the most dangerous, his silence was as treacherous as he was.
— I don't need to hear anything else. My vote is no. — He looks at her and gives his decision.
— No! — Jonathan stands up, looking at Freire.
— No! [52] — Santana is the third.
— No! — The word comes out firmly from my mouth, while I watch the disgusting bitch getting angry.
One by one, all the other counselors stand up and give their vote, and not a single yes comes out of their mouths, not even Morgana's, whom Freire looks at incredulously.
— As you can see, the vote was unanimous, Freire — Oliver says seriously, looking at her. — Forget this idea, never talk about it again, and clean up your mess.
Freire lowers his head and gives a slight nod in agreement, retracting his lips. He turns and walks toward the girl. I'm already getting up, ready to leave, thinking it's over, when Oliver's voice becomes loud again.
"Freire, don't forget to clean up your mess." He takes a step forward, keeping his eyes on her.
"But..." Freire stops walking and looks at him in fright.
"Clean up your mess today." Oliver shows no complacency, much less any intention of breaking the order. "Or I'll be forced to clean up the whole messnça.
— Yes, sir — she answers the order and leaves the room with the girl.
The last time I heard about this story of creating alpha submissives was thirteen years ago, from Freire's crazy musings. And the first time I heard the term alpha submissive was from my father's lips. That was how he referred to the strongest submissive in the bedroom, the most disciplined, who surrenders herself completely to her dominator. His first wife, the mother of Kaiser, my half-brother, was the one who played this role, sharing my father's attention with other women in the bedroom. This went on for three years, until he met the young Melissa, who won him over with her docile charms. My mother was his second wife, not only in the bedroom, but outside of it as well.
I remember the old man saying it was love at first sight. When he saw her working as a waitress in a bar, he told me that my mother exuded submission with just a simple shy look. No one cared when Huslan Gregovivk took her to his house. After all, who would have the courage to say anything to him, one of the first advisors of the old guard of Sodom, who had great influence in Russian politics?! My mother was not treated as a lover. He wanted her as an equal, as his first wife. But in the bedroom, the two had different distinctions. Valeria was the alpha submissive and my mother the beta. That was until my mother knelt before him, in a way that unleashed the true essence of a dominator within him. The old man said that it was the first time a woman had made him lose control of his impulses. He always said that it was not the dominator who controlled the submissive, but rather she who had him in the palm of her hand, and when the dominator spirit found its match, it was forever. And it was my mother who took the place of alpha submissive in the polyamorous relationship of the three. At that time, my beloved half-brother was already a year and a half old, and it didn't take long for my mother to find out that she was pregnant too. My father tried to be equal to both women, giving them everything they needed. No one had less than anyone else, each had their own house and money. But my aunt, my mother's sister, said that my father couldn't hide the pride he felt when he found out that Melissa had become pregnant with his child.