The Dictatrix
Trigger warnings apply. Read responsibly.
It’s 2035. Kim Ju-ae is the new North Korean dictator, ruling exactly as her father did. She’s a women, which shouldn’t be a big deal, but in terms of dictators, it’s a pretty big deal.
Some fuck with people, some fuck with people on a whole different level. And that’s what Ju-ae is brilliant at.
She enjoys torturing and humiliating, deeply, deeply.
To her it’s obvious that she is this way.
She has two faces: The one she shows her friends and the other, which the shows to her enemies.
To her, this dichotomy is very clear. She has certain trigger words. And also faces, where the pure physical appearance invokes stigma.
It’s not like she could just be told: “Hey, let’s just implement human rights?”, and then it would be all over.
She cannot be reasoned with, at least that is what those that believe in reasoning believe. That’s why diplomacy is so pointless there.
And then she is at home, enjoying herself. Life is so light for her. On top of the world. It’s not a healthy world, but it’s an entire world.
Eric Trump, the 51st president of the United States, has given you a gift. You think he’s so naive, you hate him so much, but you also want to see him suffer.
You organized this huge birthday party for him, all during a super formal conference. Top secret. And suddenly, during the party, you spiked his drink and then saw him getting raped by your bodyguards. ‘Why not? Stupid little boy, that’s what he deserves’. She is convinced.
The world stage is becoming more and more of an echo chamber. Trigger after trigger, or cooperation against the people.
One sunny day, Ju-ae is walking down the street, Downtown Pyongyang, but actually, she is in her little world.
She asks for a drink and gets one. But it’s spiked with LSD.
The fucking hippies actually did it.
Ju-ae is an ordinary woman. She owns a bed, a kitchen, and a country.
Sometimes she disappears, even to her closest circle. No one knows where she goes, and on the other side, no one really noticed that she was gone. She lives in two parallel worlds, the one of her origin, and where she wants to be.
She built a closely guarded tunnel between these two worlds, consisting of planes and rooms and confusion, it all depends on the stability of the web of hate she has woven between her closest bodyguards. Even if one of that would talk, before he can talk, he will be eliminated by the others. And to be real, these bodyguards are like dogs. They don’t think much, they just defend, that’s what they’ve been educated to do. Her method of travel is fail-safe, into all eternity, she believes strongly.
When Ju-ae wants something, she gets it.
She must not be stupid about this (for example, no glitter in the plane, because where she comes from, there is no glitter). But she feels pretty safe. North Koreans, paranoid? Ha! For her, the next step is intuitive. She believes that she’s deeply calculating and strategic, and in many ways she is, but it’s fundamentally motivated by avoidance of pain, not happiness.
Of course she is happy. She doesn’t question this. There are few words she’s as much identifying with as with “happy”.
The LSD trip shows her things. She doesn’t even realize that it was LSD; she just believes that she had been drinking a bit too much. The come-up was fairly alright; at some point, she has visuals which feel like a lightning to her. Through the body, through the soul, through the mind, forming this incredibly short-lived energy channel between them.
It was orgasmic and it was horrible.
So much pain, so much suffering, so much joy, so much pleasure, like the big bang, all condensed in one moment. She is deeply evil, and still has a deeply joyful life.
From this day onwards, this little devil was spawned in her head. “What if other humans also feel?”.
She didn’t understand these words, and she didn’t want to understand. She was happy when the alcohol had drowned the devil. But it was always temporary; sooner or later, it was back.
Then she went onto the internet. ‘Fuck it, I want to masturbate’, she thought. She had heard ‘the Internet is for porn’ one day, and it just stuck with her. It took a few tries until she dared for the first time, as hating her own body was deeply rooted in her, even if she would never admit it. She was scared of her own pussy. But when she dared to make her rational mind calm down instead of escalate when being sexually aroused, she got used to it pretty quickly.
One page on the internet she will always remember is the humiliation porn website she loved to visit. Nowadays, she does it only consensually, of course.
The internet brought her humiliation porn, but it also brought her Reddit. She’s not only a pervert, she also discovered yoga. Ordinary Western yoga, hosted on Sunday mornings in a park in London, at least when it’s not raining.
Living in a basement in London was amazing. She often goes to Klub Verboten and spanks asses.
In such raw BDSM clubs, she is an ordinary woman, with an entire invented backstory. Her dad, South Korean immigrant into the UK, was working in a computer store, her mom stays unnamed and she doesn’t talk about her. ‘Why make up a story bigger than it needs to be?’, she thinks to herself and cleverly attacks when she’s being asked too deep questions. Her ‘dad’ died five years ago because of lung cancer, and that’s why she doesn’t smoke. Of course she barely ever talks with anyone about her past, but that’s okay. ‘Why should they care?’, she asks herself and goes on with her day.
She has a few dominatrix friends. She is disgusted of those who show “emotions” to their slaves. For Ju, torturing a country and torturing a pale British man in his 50s go pretty well hand in hand. She hates him, and he obeys her, because he has internalized this hate, which he and his friends have always shown and will always show towards women. He enjoys the mirror of the pain inflicted by parts of his environment inflicted to other parts of his environment. Some women he respects, but most he doesn’t. He has chosen to respect Ju, like a faithful slave.
He is not conscious about it, but his dick enjoys it, and that’s enough for him. The orgasm is the Divine for him, and he happens to get orgasms by getting shouted at, by experiencing pain and humiliation and objectification.
He enjoys it, she enjoys it. They are aware of “consent”, at least in this space, but they deeply know that they don’t need safe words, and never have. Her slaves want it relentless, they always beg for more, or at least you feel they do. ‘They are here and they submit, so I dominate’, she says to her woke London friends, who all somehow tolerate her in their circles.
Ju is a good, reliable friend. A party friend.
One day, Ju was in KitKat, fucking a twink in the ass, then saw a little shit stain on her strap-on. She immediately kicked him in the butt, because the fear of the unclean is so deep within her, it immediately gets converted to anger, to rage. But not rage in a violent way.
Tobi slowly stands up and looks at Ju in the dim light. He doesn’t even know her name, but he knows that she’s angry, and he wants more. He’s scared, and the fear makes him horny. She’s wearing sunglasses, but he knows that she’s staring at him as well.
His body tenses up, he wants to run and he wants to submit, hidden waves of forbidden joy rush through his body. Fuck, he loves this.
She is not thinking much, she knows what she will make slaves do that leave shit stains on the dildo.
[redacted]
And when he woke up on the next day, face still crusty, he knew that he had become a toilet. She only stayed for five minutes, but he had played with it all night long.
Ju didn’t care much about whether she had a good or a bad influence on her slaves’ lives. She did with them whatever she wanted in the moment. Sometimes he would stand in the corner for hours, sometimes she would want to make someone eat an entire load of her shit, sometimes she fucks and sometimes she is fucked.
One day she felt quirky and wanted to try Gada, originally GADA, the Global Alliance of Dating Apps. At some point in 2026, some random super rich philanthropist bought all existing dating apps, delisted them, connected their user bases into a dating super-app and formed a non-profit coop out of them, effectively eliminating competition and bringing everyone onto a single federated, open source, collectively owned platform and offering simply the best service to the end users. It simply covered everyone, truly.
Gada worked great at first, but it was so good that pretty quickly people realized that meeting people for dates in real life is actually much nicer. Together with the global movement of the formation of physical communities and the first decentralized nation using Freiwirtschaft being recognized by the UN, people started reconnecting with their ancestral tribal roots and don’t need dating apps anymore.
Ju is hardcore and she knows it. She loves it, she will never be different.
But she is also a dreaming little girl. Dreaming of flying, of all the things money can buy, and a little puppy. Oh how did she love her puppy.
Donald, he was called, after the former US president. A chihuahua. She and Donald were a team, they fit together incredibly well. He would protect her with his extravagance, but he would also almost laugh with her when he had brought someone else in trouble.
Whenever she went on a date, Donald was always there. He also knew her style in men really well. On this day, she wanted to meet a guy who looked like David Beckham. Of course she could. But he was different from all the other guys who looked like David Beckham, who she had dated before. He felt.
In all good book stores from 31st of April, 2025.
ISBN: 978-29-13281-94-3
Publisher: Luttmissen Publishing (→)