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6/12/2008 4:49:47 PM

The Journey
Chapter One

Would you like to go on a journey? Take my hand in yours as we lay here staring into each others eyes. You will be required to use your imagination and your creativity to assist in this endeavor. Your faith in my commitment to you and your growth will be essential. Finally, your trust in me as your guide, mentor and Master will be the glue that binds us together as we traverse the landscape of understanding. Let us begin, then...Get comfy…Take my hand and let me illustrate the beginning of our journey.

As I lay beside you I raise one hand in the air drawing an imaginary canvas. “Over here is a forest with a seasonal walking trail adorned by fallen leaves that crackle under our feet. And over there beyond that clearing is a winding brook filled with clear, cold water. That is our initial destination.”

Several deer stand in a glade eating shrubs paying little attention to us - safe in the knowledge that we are not there to harm them.
A past rain has left a damp and silky blanket of moss peeking through the leaves under our feet at the roots of the trees we pass by. “Now you must close your eyes and feel. Tactile senses will be tested along the way. All of your senses will be employed and exercised as we travel our course. Can you smell the fragrance of the evergreens that wafts from the canopy above?” Light filters down warmly like a mist through openings in the canopy, lighting our way in the mid day.

A slight breeze sings softly as it bristles against the foliage all around us. We walk on, seeking our ends with no concern as to our means. Baron looks at his treasure as he walks. Radiantly adorned in cotton and silk, she steps so lightly that no trace is left of her footprints in the soft tundra. A red silk like chiffon wrap crosses her bodice translucently outlining her breast and shoulders. The long white, cotton skirt flows freely and plays in the breeze around her ankles.

We walk barefoot through the forest enjoying the warmth of the sun, the cool breeze refreshing us, and the faint sounds of animals in the background. An owl takes flight as we cross under his branch. We ascend a small hill and find ourselves in a glade of tall grass. As we reach the crest, we stand in awe of the scene laid out before us. It’s only a few more steps to the top and then thru the glade.

“You can make it. I know you can. My confidence lies in the understanding of your desire to be with me this day and in this place, your submission complete and your trust in me unfaltering.”

We reach the crest and I turn to you for a moment. “Let us stand here for but a moment and take in the wonder of this place, this moment and each other.” I pull you towards me, your breast up tight against my chest and kiss you deeply and softly. My hands firmly grasping your lower back pulling you fully into me. I whisper in your ear telling you how special you are to me and that the beauty I see before me lies not only on your surface but also deep within you....

This will be the last tender moment for some time to come. “The future of this journey will require your strength and more importantly, your faith in my strength to keep you safely within your edges. Can you see the brook down there off to the right? We must quicken our pace if we wish to beat the sunset. However, it is down hill from here to there. We begin to walk a little faster then a little faster and then we break into a little sprint. His charge flying behind him, her hand locked in his, her long and silky hair flows like a dark stream behind her as her feet barely skim the ground. Faster and faster they run through down the path. Her simple gown flaps around her legs as they run. The creek draws closer and closer. Laughing, the two lovers run towards the creek thirsting for its cool waters. Free you are, my precious one, free you are.... FOR NOW

The Baron dives in crystal stream gulping the cool mixture of cold water and refreshes himself. He swims under the water and finds two legs dangling there. His hand grabs two feet and move up the legs to capture the wonderful water angel. The two play and dance as the day begins to darken slightly. The Baron pops his head up from beneath the water and grabs her to him feeling the cool wetness of her creamy skin, her cotton and silky hair mapping the outline of fleshy curves. The two emerge from the cool waters and plop down at the feet of a very large and old willow tree.

Exhausted and excited they lay still for a few moments enjoying their individual life and that of their partnership as well. Baron instructs “Your clothes are to remain in place until and if I choose to remove them”.

The Baron rolls towards her and grabs the back of her hair near the nape of her neck, focusing her gaze directly into his. “Focus my dear, focus. I will take you at my leisure when and how I may wish. Your duty is to trust me with your heart, your soul, your mind and your body. My duty is to keep you safe, secure and focused. To bring you the pleasure you desire, the lust that you entrust to me, the hidden submission that dwells within you.”

Pointing to a massive, old willow tree the Baron inquires, “Do you see this old and dear friend of mine here. Her branches have provided shade to the forest for many years. Her bark has been bitten by insects and other forest creatures. She currently enjoys the cool water at her roots but she has endured times of draught, heavy rains, winter storms, fire and lightning. Everything the elements can throw at her she has endured and here she still stands proudly yet subservient to her environment. There is much to be learned here this day and if you truly give your trust to me, I will share her secrets with you.

She is both your ally and your captor. Her empathy knows no bounds, but her strength can bind you to the earth more firmly than even you could ever imagine. Now your journey begins. Are you prepared? Do I have your trust? Does she?

There are as many forms of binding as there are forms of submission. That is the truest beauty of what it is that we do, and I am eager to teach.” The Baron takes his charge and lifts her to her feet. He reaches for one of the willows branches and wraps it around one wrist. “Give me your other hand.” The Baron enslaves the other hand and then bends to grab an ankle. Deftly binding both ankles within the grasp of the willow, the Baron takes a step back and looks at the willows captive. Although the wraps are secure, the branches hang loosely allowing the girl to move quiet freely within a two foot radius.

The Baron now standing a short distance from the willow and her captive raises both hands in the air as if instructing the willow to his bidding somehow. Suddenly the branches begin to slowly move in towards the trunk of the willow, in and up, moving the helpless girl with them. She finds herself rising up several feet off the ground and her back is pressed against the roughened bark of the massive tree.

Her wet garments provide the only protection available from coolness of the evening air.
Now, firmly secured to the tree trunk, her arms and legs spread widely, the Baron steps forward. He looks up at this new captive and tells her, "Do not fight, precious one for you can not possibly win. She has been here much longer that you and is much stronger than you could ever imagine and she is my ally as well.”

The Baron produces a sharp knife and begins to cut at the silk and cotton fabric of the helpless captive. Its blade glistens, reflecting the many colors of the sunset now gracing the early evening sky. The fabric completely falls from her form leaving her completely and utterly exposed for all the forest to see. Her cold, wet skin quickly dries in the evening breeze now blowing slightly harder than it did this afternoon.

The Baron glides his hands up her legs, feeling the creamy smoothness as he travels up her thighs. The wind begins to pick up speed, now gusting against the frail girl locked in the willows embrace. “This willow assists me in teaching submission to fallen subjects like you. There is nowhere to turn, nowhere to go, no hope of escape. The wind picks up some more and begins to impale her skin with pine needles and sharp edged leaves from the trail that so recently refreshed her. The sky begins to darken as clouds move in over the horizon. A few raindrops begin to fall, at first warm to the touch but stinging with the force of the wind.

The wind whips ever more and the rain quickens in its pelting and stabbing of the woman’s sensitive flesh. The woman is almost grateful for the Baron's touch as he explores her body and then reaches up cupping and covering her breast shielding them from the oncoming fury of Mother Nature. Her hair becomes soaked, its long strands adhering to the rough bark of the willows trunk. The rain pelts even more painfully into her skin and the wind whips the willow branches around seemingly flogging her form like a cat-o-nine tails. The roughness of the willows bark scratches her back and her soft, curvaceous bottom as she struggles against it.

The Barons fingers probe first gently and then more forcefully inside of her. Her breast heave and then the sharpness of teeth biting her nipples remind her that it is not only Mother Nature that torments her here this evening.

As she looks down her body she sees thin braids of red where forest objects have taken their toll on her skin, the red stripes in sharp contrast of her pale flesh. Suddenly, the willow's branches get looser, lowering her very slowly but not releasing her. The Barons fingers continue to probe finding their way inside of her nether openings. The enslaved girl moans with relief, accepting the pleasant sensations. The Baron smiles as he feels her internal wetness begin to build. Her inner lips wet as grass in the morning dew.

The willow allows just enough slack to turn her around, giving even more access to the Barons touch. Then her branches begin to form a tent around the two, protecting them both from the sternness of the elements.

The Baron had slipped out of his clothes unnoticed during the woman’s ordeal with the elements. Now he stands behind her, his sword as hard as the willows trunk and yearning for a soft and moist sheath in which to shelter it. What can this timid captive offer? What shelter will she provide? What manner of sheath does she submit for his aching sword?

The couple’s needs overtake them as the willow gently releases the girl onto the soft moss at her feet. The night closes in on the lovers as they roll in each others arms enjoying their closeness as well as their bonds. This night’s love is not an act of either submission or of dominance. It is an act of coauthored inspiration and relief from the stresses and exercises of a long day. As she finally drifts into sleep, her dreams are filled with the events and lessons of this day. Intrinsically she gleans the lessons of the willow.

While one can submit to another with trust and faith as her shields, it is not only her own internal strength that will keep her safe from the elements but also the ability to accept external elements and love that will ultimately fulfill her and guide her along her journey. Time is no longer something to avoid, but rather an unending path that will reveal many lessons along the way to understanding. If she can reach beyond herself to allow outside protection it will appear. It may or may not appear when she thinks it is due. It may or may not appear when she feels utterly alone or particularly vulnerable, but when her need is real and she can openly accept and submit it will be there for her and likely she may not immediately recognize what form it may take. It could be a stranger, a friend, a lover a willow tree, a moment of reprieve or a combination she has yet to witness. Her duty is to be open for it and to allow it free reign.

The dawn breaks gently as a renewing breeze dances on their newly rested forms. The Baron rises, takes her hand and after nodding to the aged willow they begin their new day walking along the edge of the brook.

Thus ends chapter one