Mistress Discipline is More Than Primal Instincts
Jul 23, 2021 18:52:08 GMT -5
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Post by h2f on Jul 23, 2021 18:52:08 GMT -5
The dark and dirty streets of the inner city were poorly illuminated and smudged with unknown grime. Mistress Discipline’s hooded silhouette moves against the alley wall. Above her is a bright SMART billboard showing Mistress Discipline ‘The top in Top of the Class’. The billboard changes to ‘Mistress Discipline is primed for his destruction!’
She moves into a soap store. A teen worker in a green mask approaches. “Hello!”
Mistress Discipline nods in greeting. “I need soap. A lot of soap.”
The girl gestures around her. “Lots of soap!”
Mistress Discipline glaces around. “Can I order this in gallons?”
The girl’s eyes widen in mock surprise. “MANAGER!” She runs to the back of the store.
A blond woman in a french maid costume and a black stick on mustache emerges from the back of the store. “Hello, friend! Customer! How can I sell you the things? SOAP! You want soap!”
Mistress Discipline nods curtly. “What better way to clean up an oily mess than to slather it in soapy bubbles and slide it out of the ring.”
The manager chuckles. “I don’t know, does he have washboard abs?”
Mistress Discipline glares. “They are not award winning. Now how much soap can you deliver?”
“Follow me.” The manager leads Mistress Discipline into the next room.
The bright room contrasted Mistress Discipline’s mood. The gallon bottles of liquid soap around the room gleamed with the menace in her smile.
“The dirty, dingy delinquent thinks he will show up invited and surprise me? Good sir, I extended your invitation. I know what you bring to the table and it is not clean hands. Like a child who has been playing in the streets all day, you need a bath. And I will clean you up. And this time your Lord and savior won’t be joining you. It is just me and you.”
The lights turn off and the room goes dark.
The soap bottles are lit from within and shine a green hue in the room.
Mistress Discipline is lit from above.
“I see the darkness you bring here. You think you were born in this darkness. You think it has molded you and given you an edge. I have trained with Chaos.”
“WHEeeeee”
A pink LED wrecking ball swings in the background knocking over a shelf of soap.
“Bring it.
“I am ready for you. You over greased urchin. I will clean your act up, and I have access to all the soap I could need to do it. You are not the next Diogenes. You must know this. You think yourself educated, at my level, because you can spout philosophy; but I have the self discipline to look beyond one narrow minded field.
“Let me be more clear.”
Mistress Discipline raises her right arm to point at the camera.
“You think the philosophy you know will help you. It will not. And honestly, I think you should have paid more attention to physics. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. You are bigger than me, and you will fall. All people have pressure points and the whole reason they are called such is because it takes very little force, pressure if you will, at that location, or point, to drop even the biggest someone. I do not claim to be able to over power you in all your greasy glory.”
Mistress Discipline has a look of disgust on her face.
“But if I hit you in just the right spot, you will suffer a similar fate to your… teammate. Do not worry. It was not a fluke. I can do it again.”
“BALLS!” The young teen employee holds up glittering bath balls before ducking back into the first room.
“Or perhaps you mean to look at biology. You know, another real, hard science that is stronger than any social science. Some have said ‘men are inherently stronger than women therefore they must win a physical altercation.’ incorrect. Those who produce more testosterone are inherently stronger than those who produce less testosterone but you kick people in the groin and the one with internal gametes is still standing. I do not point to this as a way to say all men lack self discipline to remain standing after a swift kick knocks them low, or that it is my intention to use such devious methods-”
“DO IT!!” Chaos shouts. Mistress Discipline ignores this.
“But you are not as strong as you think you are. Your soft science is as strong as you. Not very. You may be able to teach and preach, but I have cataloged all of it and found it very verbose, but without any substance. All these dead men prattle on and on about what it is to be a real man or what being human means, but they miss the point just like you. Self reflection, societal reflection. They will not help you win a physical confrontation.
“You have to be willing to put the time in at the gym and you have been too busy with your new business venture to keep up. I know you are not Death Trap because he works out. I know you are not Death Trap because he is putting in the time to train. He has the self discipline you lack. I know because I am training with him. I am putting in the time. The dedication needed. When we step in that ring, you had better bring your Canadian ‘Eh’ game, because I am ready for you. You still have questions?”