All good story tellers know the importance of setting, and while I can easily debate whether I am good at my part time craft, I too know the importance setting has. So, if it pleases you, imagine if you will...
A room decorated in medieval fashion, heavy decorative tapestries hang from the walls. The ambience is kept deceptively calm by aromatic candles being the only source of light. Dozens of them line the walls resting on built in shelves. The furnishings are simple yet not understated in any way. A large overstuffed chair arranged in such a way as to have an unobstructed view of the bed. Oh, and the bed, a true work of art. It is huge, far larger than even a California King, a size that was popular in the 1980's. The four solid oak posters engraved in great detail with vines of ivy and oak leaves. However, not in keeping with the style, the heavy ornate bed drapes have been removed for better visibility. From each of the four posters a heavy silken cord of ample length has been attached. The last of the furnishings is a large oak table again ornately carved and decorated to match the posters on the bed.
Now, of course, there can be no story without characters. Those people who further the plot or lack thereof. For without characters even the most beautiful of settings will just sit there, and so onto the characters of my humble tale...
First the antagonist, a woman of tender years yet gentle all the same. Blue of eye, rounded in body. By nature even tempered though easily roused to more passionate responses, whether amorous or of a more negative nature depending entirely on the moment. She will be called simply L for this tale.
Now for my protagonist. That unfortunate creature forced to deal with the whimsical nature of L. Long of limb and hair, her eyes the color of clearest emerald green were set in a countenance of refined features.. Now her nature was different than L's, a strong dominant soul motivated her fiery life and actions. Mercurial and temperamental described her well. She will be call G here.
And for my final character His importance in this tale is that of on looker, no more no less.
So now if it pleases you, on to my tale of wrongs righted and amends made.
L entered the room, immediately looking for and finding her Master seated in his chair. She knelt before him and asked "You called for me Sir?"
Yes, My pet, I have a gift for you." he indicated the third person in the room.
"I don't understand Sir." L said.
The answer, when it came from the third person in the room. "I am here to serve your pleasure, to do with as you please." G said.
"Sir?" L asked looking from one to the other.
"It is as she says my pet." the Master said. The unholy gleam that sparked in L's eyes prompted him to speak again. "I caution you to temperance and to remember the responsibilities of Dominance. You were trained with a gentle hand, remember that."
"Understood Sir." His words had only slightly lessened the fire he saw in her normally peaceful blue eyes.
"I am here primarily for guidance as it becomes necessary." His words left a warning in the air, it had better not become necessary.
"Understood Sir." L said again acknowledging his advice, spoken and otherwise.
"Good, now enjoy your gift my pet." He sent her off with a gentle kiss and settled back to watch his pet in action.
L walked over to G. Uncertainty filled every line of G's body as she stood there, naked and awaiting L's instructions.
L's movements were confident and sure. She came to a stop and looked the woman over from head to toe. "So, to serve my pleasure?" L asked her.
"Yes." the answer came with lowered eyes.
"To do with as I see fit? Yes?" L asked.
"Yes."
"Why?"
G looked up and watched as the hurt of betrayal and lack of confidence caused L's eyes to sparkle with unshed tears. With a tremor in her voice G spoke. "In times long past when one person wronged another and retribution was called for, it was often meted out in the form of servitude." Here she paused dropping gracefully to her knees. "And I have wronged you most grievously."
Two silent tears slipped down L's cheeks as she gazed down at her friend. Slowly the pain and hurt melted from her heart and soul. Leaving behind the warmth of friendship and caring. she could feel her Master's eyes upon her, lending her His strength and understanding.
With a gentle hand, L tipped G's head up and gazed into her eyes. She said only two words yet they were more than enough. "I accept."
Relief filled G and pushed out the tension and fear. Fear that L would refuse her. All of a sudden L loved her more in that one moment. That her friend would have the courage to kneel before her, and put herself at L's mercy, all the while knowing mercy might not be forthcoming.
L gazed at her for a moment more then instructed, "On the bed, on your back."
G did as she was told quickly. L walked over to the table which was covered with a large piece of blue silk. She lifted the cloth, then looked in surprise at her Master. His smile told her all she needed to know. He had provided the items lying there. There were two vibrators (an 8 inch one and a 12 inch one), a set of clips, a feather, a large make-up brush with the softest bristles, a double headed dildo and finally a blind fold.
L took the clips first and walked over to the bed. "From this point on you will observe the following rules. You may cum only with my permission. Each directive will be carried out without hesitation with one exception. If anything causes you discomfort mentally or physically you will say so immediately. Is this clear to you?"
"Yes"
"Yes ma'am." L corrected.
"Yes ma'am." G replied.