21:27 Sep 04 2023
Times Read: 337
She opened her eyes, feeling she was in a place she should not be in. As her body and mind went on high alert, the flight or fight emotion she felt surging into her body, she noticed several things at one.
One- she was cold. She looked down at the very little bra and underwear she wore. And at a body that was not her own. Slim, flat in the right spots, as she touched her thighs, stomach. Large and lush in part, as she moved her hand upward to touch her breast under the small triangle cloth held by the metal pieces… and she was afraid. Afraid of this place, the unknown, bare to the eyes of the men in the room. Men?
“I see my slave has awoken.” She looked up, dropping her hands onto the wooden flood she found herself laying on. A voice out of the darkness. She felt her heart beat speeding up as he steps out from the darkness. A man, never seen before in her life. “I have been waiting for you to visit me.” Visit? She glanced around the room.
Rich wood paneling, a large stone fireplace containing a fire that gave the room a flickering, soft light. He stood several feet in front of her, slowly coming forward, a cane in his hand as he steps into the small circle of light. She felt a power spike from behind her but did not look. Instead, she watched the man in front of her, reading his movements, his style.
All in black, dressed in a sharp business type suit, she watched as he moved toward a deep burgundy chair. Sitting, he opened his legs up, used the cane between as he leaned backward. His face in shadow, she noticed the brown hair, longer in the back. A sharp nose, jaw line. A ruby ring sparkled on his finger.
She knew for certain she had never meet this man before. “Visit?” She said, pulling her legs together as she sat up off the floor, trying to cover herself. “Yes. You come into other’s dreams, fantasies. Did you not believe someone could not bring you into their own? To bring the sugar and spice to heel? To tame the one who shows her true colors in this world?” He lifted a hand to take in the surrounds.
She felt it then- the darkness. Her darkness. Was she here because he bought her here? Of course, like she would ever be almost naked, on the floor, in front of a stranger … “Come, crawl to me my pet. I wish to touch you.” She drops her head, the long black hair falling to cover her face. What is happening? She felt a tug on her, like a force, but she also knew she would never be controlled. Not here, not in the real world. Not by a man she did not trust, or have faith in. Know even.
Men- always with the fantasy of control over a woman. What ever happen to the ones who will let a woman be who she is, who will accept her as she is? And if she wishes to surrender, see it as the true gift that she is offering. Because, even now, in this world- who has the power? She did. Time to take what is her’s.
“I said- crawl to me.” He spoke hasher, leaning forward, both palms on the cane. She looked up into his eyes, seeing just a spark of fear. And the tugging she had to do as he asked weakened. So- this is the game? She was here to fulfill his fantasy? She smiled, moving her hips behind her as she got onto her hands and knees.
Sorry to say but that will never happen. She flip her hair to one side, the long black silk falling to cover one breast as she took a small movement forward, then another, and another. It was at this time that she noticed the other person in the room was tensing up, his energy spiking in a dangerous way. An energy she knew well.
She glanced over her shoulder, toward the darken area behind her and gave a wink. She could hear the chuckle in her head, but she knew he would not stop her. He trusted her, would stand by, would not stop her from making her own mistakes. She also knew he would never let anything happen to her, harm her. Not in his world.
She moved a few more steps forward, but like a shape shifter, she changed. Her hair shortens, became curly and more reddish. He body changed to its true form, curves of a woman, not a male unrealistic fantasy. And she was covered in the black dress that the Boogeyman had gifted her with in the real world.
He stood, his words harsh as she crawled toward him in slow movements to give herself time to come into her power. “No! That is not the … “ She moved like a black cougar, lunged at him and he slam into the leather chair, looking up at the woman she truly was. “I do not crawl to any man.” She said, her hands moving to either side of his face as she leaned in, her dress moving as it took on its own life.
He stood, watching. He would never let anyone harm the Lady, and he should not of step into the fantasy, but her minute of fear and confusion had demanded he do so. As he watches her put the man in his place, he noticed the dress came to her call. And how, as she placed her hands near the man, the shadows were drawn out of him.
But instead of coming to him, they were clinging to her. Black energy, the darker side of a soul, swirled around her as she spoke to him, her power calling forth even more. He was stun at this. It should not be happening but here she was, controlling the darkness in this man. Taking it, using it. Had she always been able to do this? This is the first time he had been inside one of the fantasies, as they had always meet outside of them.
“And the ideal of a little man like you believing you have the power to make me be your.. what was it you called me? Slave…” She leaned forward, the power of the dress filling her with such strength. “I will only be a slave to one who I see as stronger than me, who I would trust to protect me, keep me safe. One who would never harm me.”
She quickly took his cane from him, moving back, letting it twirl in her hand, as she felt the dress hum, caress her skin. “One that will not break under my needs. Tame me?” she asks with a look of question on her face. “No. The man would know what a true gift I am to him. But that man doesn’t exist. Either in the real world, or here. In the light or the darkness.”
She put the cane tip on the floor, standing between his legs, and she smiled at him. He gasps, as in that smile he could see the part of her she held such a tight rein on. “You see it, don’t you? And do you really believe you could make me your slave?” She took the cane, breaking it in half with strength the darkness gave her, and she threw it into the fireplace.
“Do not call me back here, for the next time, I will make you my slave. I will show you no mercy.” She leaned down to him, looking into his eyes “And I will break you.” She said softly, so only he could hear her. She turned, walking into the darkness as the fire ate the symbol of his power. A weak little boy watching, unable to see just how much strength it would take for a man to have for this woman to give even an inch to him.
The boogeyman held out his hand to her and she slide her hand into his. They went out the doorway, and he pulled her under his arm. “Did you have to frighten the child?” She laughed, happy. “He should be aware not all women will put up with that game. And to believe one can just command it… “ She gave a sigh, wondering out loud “How is it I was pulled into the dream?” “You have the power to pull others in, so it only fair they can pull you in as well.”
They stop at her door, and he faced her, her hands held into his. As she stood, biting her lip, thinking, he drained her shadow, the energy. Taking on the darkness for her, so that when she returned to the light, she would be balanced. She took a deep breath, her body relaxing. “It is late- you will need to return.” He said, knowing the sun was almost up. “I know.” She steps into him, laid her head on his shoulder. “Thank you for being there.” “You only need to call; I will always come to you.”
She leaned up, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight.” She said softly, turning to enter her own world. “Goodnight my lady.” He stood, letting the night calm him, thinking of her own light. He turned, seeing the black cape she usually wore laying on the boulder. Along with the black dress he had gifted her. He touched it, feeling it shift under his fingers, almost alive. Interesting. He turned, hand on his sword, and walked away from both.
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Vodka
01:24 Sep 05 2023
Love this so much and the message behind it🖤🖤🖤