The car rolled to a halt in the cliff top car park, it's tyres crunching into the gravel. As the engine died the car began to cool immediately sending out a staccato beat of metallic mutterings across the tranquil scene. As the evening sun flashed it's iridescent brilliance across the cliff tops, the drivers door opened, a tall, thick set man climbed out and made his way round to the passenger side, his face turned into the gentle sea breeze, enjoying its cool caresses. Within seconds, his long powerful strides brought him around the car where he pulled the door open and reached down to offer his hand to the gorgeous, petite woman who sat there. She took his proffered hand and stretched her legs out first, their shapely firmness enhanced by the seamed black stockings she wore. He helped her up and out of the car, manoeuvred her to one side and closed the door behind her before activating the central locking to secure the car.
The woman was a lot shorter than the man who had his arm protectively around her, a little over five feet as opposed to his near 6 feet in height. His broad shoulders seemed immense against her lithe and shapely feminine form. Even with the high heels she wore she only came up to his shoulders where her long blonde hair stirred in the breeze, fluttering sexily against the darkness of his leather jacket. Her leather thigh length coat blew open slightly with a sudden gust, revealing her naked thighs above the lacy stocking tops, her white flesh shimmering in the sun in direct contrast to the black leather and lace she was wearing.
Her face turned up to look into the mans and he stooped to kiss her, their lips locking, their lust and love for each other evident in their embrace. She sank into his arms and snuggled her head into his chest, her legs beginning to buckle beneath her as her breathing began to come in gasps. He was murmuring into her ear, his face close to her, buried in her blonde tresses. Whatever he said appeared to focus her mind on something and a determined look stole over her delightful features, her pretty lips curling up with the beginnings of a smile. His hands took hold of her shoulders and turned her away from him to let her gaze rest on the sun kissed sea far below the towering cliff top upon which they stood. A shiver of excitement and fear rippled through her and a smile played about the lips of the man, her Master, as another car rumbled lazily past the entrance to the car park.
"It's time my love," he said to her, and guided her firmly by the shoulders to the low wooden fence which bordered the car park. Her steps faltered at first, the heels making her path difficult. But as they moved on new strength surged through her, drawn from her Masters strong and sure grip on her. Still holding onto her he guided her over the fence and led her to within a metre of the cliff edge where the world seemed to end, to abruptly spin away and shatter in dizzying hues far far below. Penny gasped at the view, her fear of heights making her shake and want to turn and run. But she would not; she was not Penny this night, she was his, she belonged to him, served him, mind body and soul. Every iota of her being was owned by him and that is what gave her the strength to stand still now while facing her fear.
"Is it not beautiful my darling?" he whispered into her delicate ear, the lobe of which was adorned by a silver and amber ear-ring, a present from Him in recent weeks. She shivered again as his voice invaded her, soothed her, took control of her. She was so scared and yet wanted nothing more than to be here. Where ever he took her she knew she would be safe, that He would be there to look after her and guide her.
"Look at the waves below," he ordered. Up until now she had tried to keep her eyes firmly fixed out at sea, watching the sun drop ever closer to the shimmering swell of ocean below, waiting to meet it with a fiery embrace before dying, only to rise again like the phoenix from the grey ashes of a lonely morning, spreading light and joy with it's coming. Penny grimly accepted his orders and looked down, her head suddenly swimming as she felt herself sinking into the abyss, her legs giving way and the stark terror which accompanied the overwhelming urge to let herself fall manifesting itself in a sharp cry which threatened to simply be the precursor of madness. Then his voice was there again, soothing, commanding, controlling.
"Stand firm my little one, you are safe, I have you in my grip. Nothing can harm you because you are mine." She listened and believed him, oh how deeply she believed him and loved him.
"Look to your right babe," he ordered next and gently guided her shoulders slightly to the right to allow her to see easily the long narrow path which led away from the car park along the cliff top, leading to she knew not what. She could see that the path was all but on the lip of the cliff top. She swallowed hard at the thought of having to walk that path. She tried to speak but he silenced her with a gesture before he continued to talk.
"Tonight my love you will walk that path with me. You will learn to conquer fear and you will learn trust. Do you trust me babe? Do you want me to lead you to the other side of fear?" She nodded quickly, her resolve weakening slightly, but knowing deep down that she needed this, craved this. She adored his Mastery and control over her as much as she loved the man behind the Dominant force.
