What's in a Name?

Let me tell you a bit about my family. Our forefathers had a bit of a tradition that, to this day, still continues. Each and every female in my line was given a name at birth that was supposed to reflect the virture we would embody in life. It seems that somewhere along the line something went awry.

It started simply and harmlessly enough. The girls named Grace were inevitably clumsy. Woe betide anyone married to one of the handfull of those named Patience. Waspish and short tempered barely begins to describe them. I feel so sorry for Dad. No one should have had to put up with that. All simple and good right?

by the way, are the ropes too tight for you? Good.

My generation seems to have been hit by the worst of this particular curse. Let me fill you in. Don't talk with your mouth full, the ball gag stays where it is. My eldest sister Faith spent most of her childhood years fascinated with the church. She spent her days dreaming of going to a convent and becoming a nun. God was her life and breath. She started to get a little strange though, her constant prattle about god, taking on a hysterical pitch. It wasn't until she was sixteen that we discovered that Father Mallory had been doing some fairly unpriestly things with dear little Faith. She started sliding off the deep end then. She tried everything then. Buddhism, Hinduism, Jainism, she hit all the major easter religions in about a six month span. Islam was her belief of choice for about a week before she stumbled across the new age section at the book store. For about a year or more, she took to wearing all black and saying stupid things like "blessed be". Just what the hell does that mean anyway?

Oh, do stop whimpering so. If you don't be a quiet little boy I'll have to use the clamps again. That's better. This whip isn't nearly as bad as my other one. Is it?

Where was I? Ah, poor little lost Faith. She finaly renounced it all and became an Atheist you know. My cousin Chastity fared little better, but I'd like to think she's had the most fun with her curse. She started out a shy an innocent girl, going to church almost as much as little Faith. She always talked about how she wanted the perfect family, a loving husband and two kids. She would have been content to while away her life trapped in a fifties sitcom. She always seemed a little intimidated by the boys in her school and stayed out of the spotlight while she matured. She matured alright. Blessed with d-cups before she turned fifteen, and the trimmest physique you ever did see. She couldn't beat the boys off her with a stick after that.

Stop looking so worried. I left the stick at home today.

Well, you know how these things go. Boy meets girl. Boy asked girl out on a date. Boy gets girl drunk and rapes her at a party. Girl gets pregnant and opts for an abortion. So where does that leave the dreams of dear Chastity? Shattered and flushed away with the remains of her unborn child. She fell on hard times, was in one abusive relationship after another. Frankly, her life in those days was pretty shitty. She wound up dropping out of college after her second abortion left her physically and emotionally shattered. She had to find some way to support herself and one of her friends talked her into trying out at an amateur night at a local strip club. She was a natural. They offered her a job on the spot after she finished her set. She felt a little ashamed but she later told me that deep down, a little part of her enjoyed it. I see a glimmer of understanding in your eyes...ooops let me get the blindfold then. Yes, my cousin is that Chastity. She didn't start working in adult films until a few years ago. She took to it like a fish to water though. I've seen a few of her movies, and frankly I'm impressed. I've never met that many people who can do the things she does and not dislocate a hip.

I'd think the curse wasn't all that bad if it wasn't for my baby sister Hope. She had dreams. It really didn't matter what they were. But she had them. When we were kids, she'd decide that she wanted to be a doctor. within a week she'd added astronaut, supermodel, princess, and artist to the list. She always had a plan for her life. it didn't matter to her if it was vague and everchanging. She had a Dream. Hope always had good grades and easily made it into the univeristy of her choice. She faced some tough choices in college. She had to choose a single major o devote herself to. She soon discovered she hated math and physics, so pretty much all the sciences were out. No med school for her. She could never get a good enough portfolio toether to get into the design school. She must have raced around the course catalogue over a dozen times before her advisor made her sit down and just pick something. She graduated with a degree in communications and had absolutely no idea what she wanted to do with it. Hope struggled to find a job, but could never hold one down. she struggled to find a man, but could never keep one. She fought to maintain a home, but wound up leading an almost nomadic lifestyle. She didn't have a thing to call her own after a few months of joblessness and homelessness. She was always the most proud of us and never dreamed of asking for help. She turned to whoring and drugs. A dirty needle infected her with a virus and would have killed her eventually. She chose to open her wrists with a straight razor instead.

What is it you're trying to say honey, let me get that gag out. My story? Hmmm...That might have to wait until next week. Your hour is up and I have another appointment. Don't forget your things now. Now before you go, tell me you love your Mistress Mercy. Your such a sweet boy. I just love to hear the sound of my name.