It was so cold. stacia looked at the thermometer and shuddered as she pulled on her heavy boots and zipped her winter pants over her jeans. she wondered if her car would start at -55º and smiled as she thought of bouncing down the road on her frozen, "square" tires. stacia pulled the polar fleece turtle around her neck, slipped into her down coat and ran out the door to start her car. she wanted it to warm up for, at least, twenty minutes before she drove it. The engine turned over slowly and reluctantly sputtered; stacia had to keep her foot on the gas pedal until it warmed up enough to run on its own. she rested her head against the back of the seat and remembered the day she met her Master. It seemed a lifetime ago.
* * * * *
It was solstice in the "Land of the Midnight Sun" and she was out dancing. The sun was streaming down at 1:00 am and her friends were playing volleyball behind the bar; she was inside talking and dancing with the Man she had met earlier. He had walked to their table and silently handed her a highball glass with Cuervo Gold, straight up, no ice. stacia looked startled as she looked into His eyes, but her words of "no thanks" seemed to die on her lips as He looked at her. He smiled as He held out His hand and shook hers. His voice was soft, yet confident as He told her that His name was Luke and asked if she remembered Him; holding her hand, He led her to the dance floor.
They danced for several hours, taking breaks on the back steps to watch the volleyball players. It seemed they had a lot in common and stacia was amazed at how easily she could talk to Him, and how easily He could make her laugh. she made faces at her friends as they looked over at Luke and checked Him out, and when it was time to go, she told them that she would leave with Him. They looked concerned, but knew how stubborn she could be. stacia assured them that she was fine; she and Luke had met a long time ago and she was very comfortable being with Him.
Luke took her home, parked the car and held her gently. stacia felt that He was different and that she had found something new and good in her life. she rested easily against Him as they made plans to meet the next day. The next day blurred into the next and the next and the next as they spent all their free time together. They shared so many interests that usually they took long drives and talked. The first month of being together was approaching, when Luke asked stacia to drive out to His cabin with Him. she hesitated briefly and then accepted His invitation. stacia was a little nervous as they had discussed their interests in so many areas; even sexually. It was late the night that the subject had come up and they had consumed a bit of alcohol. The conversation was like a game. Luke would ask a question and stacia could either answer it or she would have to ask Him two questions. The thought of asking Him about His sex life embarrassed her. So she answered as frankly as she could, often blushing as the conversation progressed. she admitted that she loved strong men, and dreamed of being tied up, and had read about BDSM, but that she wondered how a woman could serve a man in this century.
Memories of this conversation ran through stacia's head as she packed her medium backpack. She tossed in extra jeans, her hiking boots, a couple of t-shirts and an oversized sweater; then she hesitated as she looked in her underwear drawer. Carefully, she selected panties and an extra bra. She did not want to be too provocative, but she cringed to think she might look too pure. Finally, stacia chose a dark blue satin set. The dark blue always offset her fair skin well. The morning they left she tossed her bag in the back of His pick up and they drove the three-hour drive to His small cabin by the lake.
