Nancy walked along the path overlooking the ocean. The morning mist obscured the view of the blue sea which stretches far beyond the horizon on a clear day. All that was visible in the fog was the Hopewell Rocks. These giant stone monoliths rise from the beach floor to a height of over thirty five meters. The rocks tower over the seascape below. Their imposing size and dominance over the coastal vista have made them a major attraction in New Brunswick. And on this morning their ability to penetrate above the thick carpet of fog gives them an almost mystical appearance.
Yet for Nancy the rocks only significance on this day is that this is where she was told to be. She had arisen very early to make the two hour drive in the darkness to get there by the appointed time, 6:40 AM. Indeed she had arrived much earlier. She had been sitting in her car in the deserted parking lot for forty minutes. There was no one else there which was not surprising in that an early Sunday morning in October is not a popular time for travellers to be out. As the first light of early morning broke through Nancy got out of the car to walk and wait.
The tension was almost unbearable. Every minute felt like an hour as she walked along. She constantly looked at her watch. The hands were moving so slowly that she wondered if the time would ever arrive. Several times she thought to jump back in the car and race off. But she didn't. She waited. As she knew she must. Her need was too strong. For as great as her fear was Nancy knew that by leaving she would only be returning to the frustration and loneliness which had been a part of her life for so long.
She was waiting for a man. A man whom she had not yet met but with whom she had been writing and talking for the last six weeks. A man whose words had inspired her to levels of curiosity and excitement which she had never experienced before. A man whom she had come to call her Master, whose domination she craved to feel with every fiber of her being.
Her soul was alive with the need for fulfillment. As she paced along the paved trail, she looked back on her life. She had married young, in her teens. The relationship was a disaster from the start. He was a magazine husband whose luster tarnished and rusted soon after the taking of the vows. The next man in her life was an abusive alcoholic. She lived in fear of him until she found the strength to get up and go. And lastly was her husband whose love she had shared for over twenty years. He was a man who treated her like an empress on a pedestal. And although it was fulfilling in many ways, the relationship was very vanilla which left Nancy with an inner yearning that was not being satisfied. She felt the need to surrender herself, body and spirit, to a man who would take complete control over her, if even for just a short time. Now that she was free again she was determined to answer this calling which she had denied herself for so many years.
She had searched for all the information she could find on D/s and bdsm. This newly found knowledge only whetted her appetite more. But the first attempts to make contacts turned her off. Her emails were answered by unsavory men whose only interest was in degrading her. She was not a doormat, a mindless being who would accept anything that came down. She wanted domination not abuse. And she wanted a man with experience not a rookie wannabe. After many months of searching Nancy met with a Dom from the States. The sessions were enlightening for her. The physical aspects were thrilling. She loved the powerless feeling from the bondage. She enjoyed the pain. She felt fresh and alive while experiencing for the first time the joys of submission. But although she had the utmost respect for this Dom she did not feel that he was the one who would take her to the level she desired. She wanted more. But she didn't know how to get to it .
Then she connected with Him. From the very first exchange of emails Nancy was under his spell. His insights and perceptions amazed her. He could see inside her like no one else ever could. Indeed, at times, she believed that he knew her better than she knew herself. She felt naked to the soul before him. The erotic imagery in his writings induced a state of dreamlike reverie in her. She longed to feel the reality of his touch. She knew that he was the one who could take her where she wanted to go for she was ready to submit totally to his control and domination.
Therefore, when a meeting was proposed she readily agreed. After receiving the instructions for the rendezvous on Friday, she took great care to follow them exactly. She had awakened very early. She left early to arrive early. Now she paced, eagerly awaiting his coming. But as the minutes passed she began to worry. There was no sign of him. She could see far up the entry road but there were no cars coming in. His instructions were so exact on the timing that she wondered if something was wrong. She looked at her watch. It read exactly 6:40. Yet she was alone.
Then she heard a frightening sound which froze her in her tracks. She focused all her attention on listening. Her concentration was intense. She heard footsteps, yet there was no one in sight. She suddenly realized that the sound was coming from below, from the metal stairs which led down to the beach and the base of the rocks. The staircase was long, over four stories. It wound back and forth slowly climbing the heights of the steep bluff. She looked down but could not see very far because of the fog. But by the increasing volume of the footsteps she knew that whoever it was, was getting ever closer. Nancy trembled. She was numb, as much from the excitement as from the fear she felt. Her heart was throbbing so loudly in her ears that she thought it might drown out the sound of the steps. After the eternity of several minutes the figure broke through the fog. He was dressed in a long black cape with a black hood. As he reached the top of the metal landing he stopped and looked at Nancy who was standing about ten meters away. He removed the hood. She recognized him instantly. She waited for him to speak.
"Come....follow me."
He turned, descending the stairs. For a moment Nancy was too stunned to move. But as he disappeared back into the fog she hastened to follow him. The stairs were damp. As she had only sandals on her feet, she held the railing tightly as she went down, but it too was wet and slippery. She tried to keep up but by the sound of his steps she knew she was falling behind. The stairs were steep. The mist was so thick she could only see a few feet. She kept going. Her fears evaporated as she climbed down. The wildness of the surroundings and the experience thrilled her. Never would she have attempted this on her own. She felt like she was being led into the biggest adventure of her life. She had to stifle her laughter and her screams of joy. She felt so free.
At the base of the stairs she turned to follow him up the beach. Again she could not see him for the fog was even thicker on the ground. But she could still hear his steps for the beach was stone not sand. The strong tides that pounded this area washed away all the sediment. All that covered the exposed ocean floor was a thin layer of grey mud. It was low tide. Way off in the distance the Atlantic waves could be heard rolling in. But Nancy did not hear them at all as she was focused on the sound of the footsteps she was trying to follow. She was making a great effort to catch up. At one point his outline came into view but Nancy slipped on the mud. The cold silt chilled her exposed legs. She slipped again trying to get up. The primeval environment was difficult to negotiate. Regaining her balance and bearings she continued her pursuit.
He had walked over a kilometer on the flats when he took a path that led up the side of the bluff. This trail was steep. The climb was strenuous. Nancy felt winded when she reached the top of the path where there were two large rocks with a narrow space between them. She squeezed through it. On the other side was an opening to a cave. There was no sign of him, but she knew he was in there for there was nowhere else to go. Slowly she entered the cave. The path through the hard rock was narrow and dark. Her steps were tentative. She was feeling her way. After about twenty meters she could see a dim light ahead. As she moved onward and inward this light got brighter. Finally she came to the opening of a large chamber. She gasped at what she saw inside.
The chamber was substantial, over a hundred meters square. The ceiling varied in height from less than a meter to over seven meters in the center. The cave was well lit by several hundred white candles which had been placed on every visible ledge and recess in the room. The flickering flames gave the chamber an eerie yet warm glow. At her feet Nancy saw two rows of candles illuminating a path between them. She followed it to the center where she finally met up with her Master who was standing there waiting for her.
He motioned her to stand before him. He looked directly into her eyes. The effect on Nancy was hypnotic. She had studied his eyes in the pictures he had sent her. She knew they were powerful but not like this. The essence of her soul was wide open to him. Her surrender was already complete. She was his.
