It wasn't a beginning or an end. It just was. There was him and there was her. They were together. They had always been together, and they would always be together. They could think of their lives no other way. Their lives were completely intertwined. They DEPENDED on each other. Life in Scotland was not easy, but they loved it. They were children of the glen, children of the mist. They had each other to depend on, to have faith in, and to love. There was no dominance, no struggle. The struggle that they had were with the elements, just to survive, and preserve their humanity and love. Love was the only thing that made it possible. It was the only thing that made it worthwhile to survive.
She sat outside waiting for her man to return. He always came back. She sat outside listening to the rain hitting the thatch roof. The cold air flowed through the house and put a film of moisture on the inside of their world. It was the world where they made love, and held each other through the long cold nights. This was the place that they made together. She took comfort in knowing that they would always be together. They would always have each other.
She looked right and left, and waited for any sign that he was going to return. She walked over to her garden, and pretended to till the soil. She was trying to stay busy, and to pass the time. She was trying to do ANYTHING to make him come home faster. She needed him in her arms holding her, and letting her know that being alone was always temporary. It was never something that would last. She needed to know that she was his, and he was hers... forever.
She turned to the glen, and she saw him in a slight trot coming to her. From a thousand yards away she could see the huge smile on his face, and he was running to be with her. He couldn't wait another day to be back with her. The pack on the pony was full, and that meant to her that he would stay for a long time. She could also see, as he approached, his hunt had been successful. There would be a lot of food to eat. There would be a lot of time under the animal skins. The highland cattle in the field would survive another winter without being slaughtered. It made her happy to love him. She knew that he loved her, and that he was running to her even through the rain, through the mud. His desire for her had not died. Through all the years that they had been together, they still loved each other. He still ran home to be with her.
Another time and place
he woke. It was morning, and she was still asleep. He slowly, quietly moved out of bed, and stood there. he watched Her sleep. She is so amazingly beautiful. The vision of her face, her body, her soul was in beautiful slumber like a fairy tale. She seemed to be waiting for a prince to come and wake her. Wake her to be the living breathing Goddess that she was to him. He couldn't stop staring at her. The moment was just too perfect. His life had been so changed by being with her. He felt so good to be Hers, Her property, and she had taken him places that he never thought that he could go. She had shown him things that he never knew he could experience, and loved him more than anyone ever had. He loved her and he worshipped Her. She was his Goddess. Nothing less.
The coffee started to brew, and he felt over his shaved body. The pink ruffled panties still on, and his collar around his neck. It was a sign of her ownership of him. It was a sign of his submission, and his duty to her. He was her servant and her pet always. He couldn't help but think just how natural all of this was... all of it. How could someone that was at one time so macho, so manly, become so much more of a man and so much better of a man under the power of a strong and dominant woman that loved him more than life. He obeyed her regardless of if she was awake, or asleep... Her orders always stood. The orders and expectations were a labor of love. He prepared her things that she would need to get ready in the morning. The shower things, the towels, they all had to be properly placed and put where they belong for easy access to please Her. He cleaned the bed and breakfast room. This was a trip that they always wanted to take. It was a trip to Scotland. A trip to where they both feel that at one time they belonged, and to him it was very important that it go without a hitch.
He sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, and waited for her to awake. He thought about how much he loved her, and how much he felt for her. He would always think that this was a dream to be with this Goddess. It was almost just too much to bear. The feelings that he felt were so powerful that sometimes he would just break down and cry for no reason. This love had captured him. He was totally broken to her will, and she knew that she owned him. She pushed his buttons of pleasure, pain, humiliation, and anything that she wanted to do, in order to please herself, him, or just out of the curiosity that comes with dominance. Dominant is what She is, and submissive is what he is. It was their beautiful loving relationship.
The past
He ran into her arms and closed them around her. They squeezed until they fell laughing into the wet grass. They rolled around holding each other. She pinned him down looking into his eyes. She stared at him, and forced him to stare back. It seemed like it was a vision of things to come. She was on top of him. He laughed and rolled her over, picked her up, and took her inside. He gently placed her on the roll of hay and skins. The fire was burning so bright and in the half light of late afternoon he saw in her eyes the flicker of flame and lust.
"I missed you woman..." was all he said.
"And I you, man." was all she said.
He slowly took off her clothes and touched her. Her body responded to his touch, and her eyes closed, her mouth opened, her skin was on fire, and her mind was finally in tune with his. He felt his lust grow within him. His eyes burned a green flame, and the flame was reflected by the fire. His love was finally here, his woman with him, and he meant to protect her forever. The process was slow, and clothes came off one at a time, replaced by kisses in the cool Highland air. He touched her over and over again. He gently and slowly ran his fingers up and down her amazingly tight and soft body. His passion mounted and he wanted to enjoy the moment, and the feeling of being naked with her. She was just looking into his eyes, her love for him so strong, and so complete. Both of them felt a completeness that they didn't know how they lived without when they were apart. It was a completeness that answered all questions, quelled all doubts, and destroyed all fear.
She couldn't take it anymore. Her passion was building to a fever pitch. She leapt on top of him like a cat, and pushed him inside her. His eyes got so wide, so clear. He loved her and her aggressive side. She didn't care that a good lass didn't take control of intercourse. She wanted him inside her, needed him inside her, and she knew that he would not resist. She smiled down at him, and he smiled back. Slowly they kissed with his hands on her hips. She moved back and forth, up and down, so slowly. Both of them were silent. They were staring into each others eyes, and touching each others soul through a small strip of flesh between them.
The rhythm picked up, and she threw her head back slightly. Her passion was starting to build. Her body was starting to heat up and become one with the part of him that was inside her. His eyes were so open, so clear, and so passionate. He helped her with her rhythm. His hands on her hips he was looking up at her. He had a look of lust that was usually only imagined in the most romantic stories. The fire light shone on them as they made love, and the sun dipped below a mountain.
Sometime after