Saoirse

‘Tis always amazing to me how the strangest of days seem to start out quite normal.

I’m Saoirse. For those of you without the Irish, that’s pronounced SIR-sha. I’ve been dead for a bit now, several years at least, but time here in Paradise doesn’t quite seem the same. I spent my Meat years in Gallway. It was nice I suppose, but I never really fitted in. Sure, Ireland changed in the latter part of the Twentieth Century but when I grew up it was still priest ridden and people who were different were in for a hard row of it.

I’m different.

I was ninety-two when I passed. Awakening here in the body of a twenty year old but with the experience of ninety-two years worth of life, well, let’s just say that I wasn’t about to take shit from anyone.

I love sex. I adore it. Always did. It was quite the struggle to live as a good Irish woman was supposed to live. Had I grown up a mere twenty years earlier, I’m sure I would have been off to the Magdalenes, as it was, I just repressed. Sure and here I was, young and beautiful again and they actually want me to have sex with the Meats. Well, I’m all lured at that now! Turns I’ve a talent for dominating, and a bit of a predilection for it as well.

I’m glad that Alexander was able to get his freedom and whilst Meg isn’t exactly me mucker, she is me cara and I din’t like what was happening to her. Sure and her husband’s dathuil too, so all’s well that ends well as the man said and I get to keep on being me, which means buachaill dana still come to me to be disciplined.

I had one of me regulars in me parlour, a fine looking Meat with a nice langer and good shoulders. We had just gotten started with a bit of boot worship when he gasped.

I hadn’t even touched him yet!

“What?” I asked him.

“Mistress, the…the window!” he gasped.

I turned to look and glory be! I’ve watched enough telly in me life to know what an alien looks like and this one was a classic. Tall, grey, with big eyes and all.

“Alexander,” I said, annoyed. “What is this creature doing looking in me window? I’m with a friend.”

“I only show you and Mr. Hayes in your vicinity,” Alexander’s voice responded.

The creature continued to stare through the window.

“Look, this wasn’t what I was looking for,” Hayes said, standing.

His erection had entirely disappeared.

“Did I give you permission to rise?” I said in my Domme voice.

“No, this is creepy, fuck this, I’m out,” Hayes said and disappeared from The Sim (which is quite rude to do).

“Dammit Alexander, that’s costing me a client!” I yelled. The thing stood there, staring at me. “What the hell is this?”

“Saoirse, I show only you within 200 meters of your location,” Alexander replied.

I looked back and the creature was gone. I sat down again.

“Boyo, we need to talk.”