A Horny Slave is a Happy Slave.

On a warm and pleasant late afternoon, Berenger sits at a table on the terrace of his favourite café bar, with his dear friend Simon. Usually when they meet, they lament for a while about the miserable state of the world, and the latest dreadful things the president is doing to make ordinary peoples’ lives more difficult.  They grumble quietly of course, ensuring no one sitting near can hear what they are saying.  These days it’s a dangerous thing to criticise the president, or the rich, powerful men who manage the ruling Party.  But then invariably Berenger finds something to laugh at, and then they pass on to more enlightening subjects. 

Today is different. Berenger is eager to tell Simon what he saw that morning. 

I was at a train station in the centre of the city and needed to visit the toilet. The only one I could find had a sign outside to say it was closed, but I’d seen a gentleman go in ahead, so I thought I would follow.  When I stepped inside I saw three men in orange overalls, cleaning the toilets. I wanted to ask if it was possible to use a cubicle quickly, and then I noticed that they all looked like they were all in some kind of trance. Their faces were blank except for a faint smile of blissful contentment. Their eyes were glazed, their mouths were open, their tongues were drooping out, and one of them appeared to be drooling heavily. It was very strange.  One had a mop and bucket and was slowly, mindlessly washing the floor. The other two were cleaning the mirrors and washbasins.  What was really strange was that all thee of them kept stopping to stroke the huge erections bulging out from their overalls.  I was completely stunned. What do you make of that? 

Simon leans forward, in order to speak more softly and closer to Berenger’s ear. 

Now that certainly is very strange, because I saw something very similar. About a week ago I was driving to work and found myself behind a garbage truck. The men who were collecting the bins at the side of the road and emptying them into the back of the truck appeared to be working without any urgency at all. When I looked more closely, I saw that they appeared to be

in a strange state of mindless bliss, half-grinning, eyes glazed - just like the people you saw. I thought for a moment that they might actually be robots, but it was clear by their blank faces, they were not.  They too had their tongues half-way out of their mouths, and were drooling. It was like they were in a state of ecstatic joy, and they too appeared to be very aroused. I had no idea what it was all about….

Berenger and Simon mull for a moment over what might have caused these strange events to happen, before moving on to discuss other subjects. 

Next time they meet at the cafe, the subject of mindless zombies is raised again. The waiter brings them their usual drinks and the moment he’s gone, Berenger taps Simon’s arm and says, 

I saw another one.  Three days ago… I was walking a friend’s dog in the park one morning and I came across a naked man kneeling on the grass. He had the same vacant smile, and drooling in exactly the same way, only this one was staring at his phone and masturbating!  In broad daylight! What in the world is going on?

Simon rocks his head back and laughs. 

My dear Berenger; the world has gone completely mad.  I have also seen more of these degenerate morons. My guess is that these people have just given up, and found a way to escape the stress and misery of everyday life, by slipping away into mindless pleasure. I can’t say I blame them, to be honest, given the way things are going. 

Berenger is shocked by Simon’s response. 

- What on Earth do you mean? 

The waiter brings coffees and Simon takes a sip before he replies.

What I mean is  - they’ve clearly chosen not to fight any more and instead just give up all responsibility.  I mean we don’t all have to strive to advance and better ourselves all the time.. 

Berenger studies his old friend carefully as he speaks, thinking perhaps Simon is joking, but so far it appears he isn’t. He’s sounding very serious indeed…

You know Berenger, I’ve been thinking about this since we last met.  Times are changing. We’re all evolving. The old roles are no longer relevant.   I mean what does it mean these days to be a man or a woman? These labels are no longer useful. We should be defining ourselves differently.  My belief is that people are either strong or weak, either leaders or followers, men or mice.  You just got to work out which one you are, strong and dominant, or weak and submissive, and then everything is easy. It’s not knowing, or worse - pretending to be something that in truth you are not, it’s that that fucks everyone up, psychologically!

Berenger gasps. He’s never heard Simon say fuck before. And never this bitter tone. Simon continues…

Gay people do it. You’re either Top or Bottom and that makes life easy. We should all define ourselves like that. I mean - look at your friendship with Daisy. It’s never going to work because you are both too soft, and gentle. It’s logical that only relationships between dominants and submissives will last, since whatever happens between the couple is bound to be mutually satisfying…

The waiter arrives with the coffee, and they sit in silence for a moment. 

Berenger is hurt because he adores Daisy and cannot imagine life without her. Simon lights a cigarette and soon enough they’re happily chatting again about something completely different.  

A week later Daisy returns from a business trip in the capital. Berenger meets her at the railways station, and gives her a long and affectionate embrace. On the bus home they sit together on the back seat. Berenger tells her about the zombies. Daisy smiles. 

Oh yes. I heard about them.  In the capital they call them S.U.B’s. It’s all a bit weird. There’s a guy called Jake who runs this enterprise called the Subs Foundation, which has created on line erotic hypnosis courses, designed to transform people into mindless obedient workers.  

Berenger is shocked. 

Who on earth would sign up to that?

Daisy replies…

Well, that’s the clever bit.  You’d be surprised. It’s actually very popular…

The training starts off about being relaxed, getting rid of negativity and feelings of guilt, living in the present. Everyone likes that..

Then it teaches you how to meditate, enjoy that floaty state of freedom, where nothing matters, where you have no responsibility, and anything is possible, and you don’t need to think because someone else is going to think for you… 

The next stage is to associate this state with feelings of weakness, submissiveness and most importantly arousal… They use NLP and all sorts of other brain rewiring techniques, and in the end you become this happy, horny mindless obedient slave. When you finish the course you get tested and if you pass you’re classified as a SUB,  and then you go and work for whoever needs you. It’s getting very popular these days, especially with disillusioned youth.

She looks up and sees they’ve arrived at their street. 

Come on. This is our stop. Let’s find a bar. I need a drink…

When Berenger meets with Simon the following week, he’s eager to recount everything Daisy has told him. But Simon cuts him off. He says he knows all about the S.U.B. Foundation, and he thinks it’s a very good idea too. 

Berenger looks at him very fearfully, and Simon leans forward, so the couple at the table behind him do not overhear. 

Listen to me. You’ve got to understand what is really going on out there in the big wide world.  Our president gets away with passing all these terrible laws, because he’s persuaded enough people to believe that you don’t need to be good, or clever or kind any more. You just need to be strong and confident. That’s all you need, and sooner or later others admire that power.  He’s made it a sexy thing to be a bully. If you object, or defy him, you’re weak, you’re woke and you’re a liberal pansy.  He and his brutal regime get away with it because they can.  They are above the law, and everyone has forgotten how dangerous that is.  He and his cronies are saying - you be strong like us, help us throw out the foreigners, because that’s now a cool thing to want to do, and if you’re not into that, then you are unpatriotic.  Do you understand what I am saying?  

Don’t forget the Nazis did it too. They made power sexy.  They fetishised black shiny leather boots, uniforms and guns. The nastier they get, the more everyone gets turned on by them, and the more popular they become.   

Berenger is fascinated. 

Maybe you’re right, but surely we can’t all be powerful. Too many cooks!

-Exactly! Replies Simon.

We cannot all be in charge. What this country needs is slaves. It’s only natural that this generation of the most powerful men in the world are going to be looking to find ways of making labour as cheap as possible. What you ideally want is slaves to actually like being slaves, rather than ones that complain all the time and go on strike. So then the question is - if you can eroticise power, then why not eroticise submissiveness?  

Now the SUB Foundation looks like they’ve come up with something that works.  You brainwash the workers into a state of perpetual arousal, and they will do anything you ask them to, because their enslavement fantasy dominates their thinking… 

An hour later Berenger sits alone in the park. It’s getting dark and there is no-one about. He wants to think about what Simon has said, and work out if he thinks any of it is true.

He tries to imagine a world where everyone has decided whether they’re submissive or dominant, where the dominants wear black and the submissives wear pink, and where your master is your boss and your slave your employee. Would it really be simpler? 

The following day Berenger and Daisy take a day-trip in the car down to the beach. The sun is pleasantly warm and they lie together on a big white towel, reading books, and snacking on a picnic they’ve brought along.

Daisy looks up and sees a team of men in orange dungarees, picking up litter from the sand and dropping it in huge, clear plastic sacks. They’re all smiling, their faces blank, mouths open. She nudges Berenger. 

Look, she says, and Berenger looks up. 

Oh no! Not more of them. This is getting ridiculous! Let’s go. I don’t want to look at them. Look at them drool - I mean it’s not very hygienic for a start… 

Daisy persuades Berenger to stay until they have passed.  As they approach

Berenger is startled, thinking he recognises one of faces. He’s sure the man with the beard used to be his postman. 

As the group pass in silence, Berenger stands up and calls over the man he recognises. 

Hello! How are you? I haven’t seen you in a while.

The postman passes, unresponsive, unaware of Berenger, completely lost in a daze, gazing vaguely down at the sand to search for waste to put in his plastic sack.  Other people around, relaxing on the beach, notice the men in orange walking past. Some laugh, and mock them by pretending to be horny zombie slaves themselves. Others just stare, unimpressed. 

Berenger and Daisy hardly speak in the car during the journey home. There’s a Beethoven symphony on the radio and Berenger is content to listen to that. Only right in the middle of his favourite bit, Daisy leans forward and switches the radio off. 

Berenger, I have a confession to make. You’re not going to like it…

I started the Sub training three days ago and I think it’s amazing..

Berenger is so shocked he almost swerves the car off the road and Daisy has to grab the wheel to steer it straight, till he has calmed down.

Daisy!  You must be crazy! 

She explains that a friend at work had started the training and it’s changed her life. The woman had a nervous disposition and couldn’t sleep because there were a thousand things to worry about.  Now three weeks into the course her friend sleeps like a log and she’s a much nicer person too. Berenger stares out through the windscreen at the barren road ahead and gives a heavy sigh. Daisy slides over to him and gives him a hug. 

Oh Berenger. Don’t worry about me. I can stop it whenever I want. 

He drops her off and then goes home.  He doesn’t leave his apartment for three days.  He cannot bear to see these S.U.B.S. popping up all over the place. It’s a struggle to stop thinking about them.  When his fridge is well and truly empty, he has no choice but to leave the apartment and zip off to the local supermarket.  He relieved to find there’s hardly anyone in there, but as he leans over a large chest freezer to fetch out a packet of plastic wrapped beef, he hears someone calling his name. He turns and it’s Jean’s mother, who rushes over and grips his sleeve. 

Berenger. I am so pleased to see you! You must visit Simon straight away. He’s very very sick! Promise me you will go! He needs you! You are his closest friend! You must help him!

An hour later, Berenger is racing up the seven flights of stairs to Simon’s apartment. The front door to the is slightly ajar.  He taps. 

Simon? Are you there? It’s Berenger.

There’s no reply, though he can hear the soft creaks of Jean’s rocking chair against the wooden floorboards. He pushes the door open and steps inside.

Simon is indeed in his rocking chair.  He’s naked, and masturbating gently. 

In front of him is a screen displaying a strange psychedelic spiral, with the phrase ‘Obedience Is Pleasure’ flashing across in sparkling pink. His eyes are glazed. His mouth is open and he’s in a deep trance with a vacant half-smile. His tongue sticks out, and drool dribbles down onto his chest. 

Berenger walks home very slowly. He needs time to grieve his dear old friend.  

He gets used to staying in his apartment. He finds his old trumpet under the bed in the spare room and spends his days trying to play all the tunes that come into his head  Daisy calls him every day, but he’s too miserable to answer her calls. She leave messages telling him how happy she is. One day he gets a text message on his phone. 

I know you think I have done a bad thing. I am bad girl, and you are angry with me. So why don’t I come round and you can punish me any way you like. Bad girls like me should be spanked, beaten. Don’t you think that would be the right thing to do? 

Berenger deletes the message at once and starts to play another tune on the trumpet.  Three week pass before he sees Daisy again. She’s been sitting on the wall outside his apartment all morning in the rain. Berenger has done his best to ignore her.  Finally he goes out and brings her into his apartment. She’s shivering so he makes her a cup of tea. She stands dripping in her long wet overcoat, and says

I wanted to see you.  I missed you. But I was very busy with the training. 

Honestly - it’s really the best thing that could happen to me, and I really think you should sign up for it too.  You say you’re always stressed at work and with a SUB Certificate there are plenty of other jobs available, really easy jobs where you don’t have to think very much at all! 

No, says Berenger, handing her a towel. 

- Why not?  There’s no need to be anxious any more.  This training will teach you how to meditate and that brings you peace and freedom. 

No, he repeats, but this time a little louder.  Daisy unbuttons her damp overcoat and lets it drop onto the kitchen floor. Underneath she is wearing nothing but pink satin knickers and bra. Around her neck is a pink latex collar, and the silver chain attached to it hangs down between her breasts. 

As she starts to rub her hair dry with the towel she says,

Are you sure you don’t want to punish me, Berenger?  I need to get some experience of that sort of thing under my belt because I’ve just accepted a job as a sex slave for a rich Dutch banker. He’s very nice and he has a massive house in Monte Carlo and says I can stay there.  Isn’t that cool? 

I mean I’m just going to do till I pay off my debts. 

Berenger cannot stand it any longer. He heads straight for the front door. 

Daisy calls out.

Berenger!  What would you prefer - human robots or mechanical ones? If we don’t do it, then mechanical robots will take our place! 

He says nothing. He leaves the apartment. He walks quickly along the crowded pavement. He has no idea where he is going. 

He passes by the industrial zone and without knowing it, he passes one of the new Sub Foundation factories. There, in an enormous cavernous hall, a hundred naked men with erections sticking out through clear plastic suits, stand in long rows, faces blank, staring up a large colourful spiral, spinning slowly on a giant screen on the wall. They’re waiting to be despunked on the milking machines at the far end of the hall. Perhaps it’s just as well he doesn’t know. An hour later he is sitting on a hill overlooking the city.  It’s one of his favourite spots. The sky is grey and it looks like rain is on it’s way, but he doesn’t care. He’s deep in contemplation. 

So maybe Daisy is right  I should do this course. I’ve never considered myself a leader of men. I could be happy just doing what I’m told… 

Jean was right. Me and Daisy are both soft, gentle and submissive, so our relationship was never going to last… It’s opposites that attract.

Berenger is convinced he can never do anything hurtful or violent towards Daisy, even if she desired it from him. So now he is trying to open his mind to the idea that he’s weak and passive and he should just let go and stop resisting. After all, wouldn’t it be easier?  

It’s dark when he gets home. Daisy is nowhere to be seen. He feels very tired. He sits down and switches on the television. The president is making a speech to a huge crowd of his supporters. 

There is no inherent inequality in the roles of dominant and submissive. Both are equally deserving of respect. Everything done is equally for the benefit of both people involved. That’s why I we have funded the work being done by the Sub Foundation.

The crowd cheers and everyone waves their Party flag furiously. Berenger switches off the television.  The room is dark. He sits quietly for a minute or so. Then he raises his arm and brings his clenched fist down hard on the arm of the chair. 

Fuck it! He shouts. 

I shall resist them!  I know who I am!  I AM NO SLAVE!

Daniel Guy 

Sept 2025