Merle set his tea cup on the small stone table, his hand shaking slightly in doing so. The teacup made an audible clink as it settled clumsily on the hard surface, disturbing the soft silence. He gazed across at Lidiya with blue eyes betraying vulnerability and conviction, feelings which had both been present for him in the time leading up to this encounter.
Rays of afternoon sun adorned the otherwise unlit and cozy kitchen. One large window looked out over the valley, fields rolling off into the distance. The view was nice, almost antique in it's pastoral simplicity. This place was so quiet in the afternoon, the two had often come here together to share deeper things, or simply gaze at each other over cups of tea. Breaking the silence of the moment, Merle began to explain the fantasy that had been growing and gradually evolving within him since last they had been together. Lidiya leaned in to listen intently to the dark tale her lover, her Sir, had asked to share with her.
There had been a long silence before he worked up the nerve to speak. Lidiya was patient, aware of the courage it could take for Merle to share his desires out loud. She knew from experience that his care and tender love for her, and his sadistic appetite, could at times come into conflict inside of him. She had witnessed this contradiction bring up uncertainty, shame, or other vulnerabilities in the past, and could sense a similar turmoil or at least some ambivalence in this moment.
Lidiya regularly found herself surprised by this man in front of her now, of his ability to be so uncertain, hesitant, even confused or ashamed at times, but instead of running away he would remain open, vulnerable, and present. Holding humble and compassionate space for his discomfort with a soft, tender kind of strength. There was no pretension, no bravado or machismo in these moments, just rawness.
The contradicting depths of his personality was profound to her, and she was in awe whenever she got to hold this man in moments of tenderness. He could be so tender, so honest and real when it was needed. Yet he was also fully capable of being unforgivingly hard and punitive when they were playing out a scene, pushing her right to the edge of what she could handle with unwavering control, doling out heavy handed punishment with the most delicious kind of stoic command.
He set the scene for how the fantasy would unfold, telling Lidiya that she would arrive on time and dressed just as instructed, denim short shorts, T-shirt, and sandals. Nothing more, nothing less. He would meet Lidiya in the driveway upon her arrival, making her turn around so he could place handcuffs around her slim wrists, without offering any other form of greeting. Merle describes to Lidiya how she would be squirming in the tight handcuffs, asking to use the bathroom first, but he would slap her across face instead, barking at her to shut up! Merle continues, "I then grab hold of your butt and push, while shouting 'get into the truck, slut!' and use my weight to quickly shove you into the passenger seat."
Merle pauses his story and Lidiya, engulfed by the words of her lover, takes the moment to breath in deeply. She notes her arousal as he paints a picture of the opening scene for her, and is curious where the story will take her next. So far it's not unlike some scene play they have engaged in in the past, but he had said this one was dark, that it had kept him turned on all week thinking about it, but that it frightened him too. She was intrigued, waiting for him to share more.
Merle continues, explaining how in this fantasy, he would buckle her into the truck and they would take off, driving for a long time. Him at the wheel navigating, her riding silently with her arms pinned between her back and the sweaty seat. She would have no clue where he was taking her but knowing better than to ask questions, would remain silent. He would drive her deep into the forested hills before finally coming to a stop at the very end of an old overgrown logging road.
Wise enough to continue keeping her mouth shut, she would comply with all of his commands. Slipping out of her sandals and doing her best to wriggle out of her tight shorts while handcuffed, Merle watching on in amusement at her awkward struggle. He would put Lidiya's garments in his backpack, leaving her barefooted and wearing nothing but the T-shirt and a red lace thong. Making her walk in front, Merle would proudly march his submissive away from the old road, leading her deep into the thick woods, a deafening silence gradually settling in as they walked.
Looking across the table at Lidiya, he spoke slowly, letting his lips illustrate the fantasy for her eyes, wide and welcoming: The mesmerizing red of her thong juxtaposed against deep forest green. The sliver of red lace, disappearing between the cleft of her pale cheeks in the dappled afternoon light. Watching hungrily as his captive picked her way between ferns and branches, lifting her tender feet, spreading elegant legs to climb over fallen trees. Back in the room, Merle's eyes sparkle while vividly recounting the erotic poise of this particular moment in the fantasy.
Her feet would be sore, arms and thighs scratched from the thick underbrush by the time they reached the destination, a section of dense plantation forest, devoid of undergrowth save for the dark uniform tree trunks rising up from the needle strewn forest flow, standing like rows of towering sentinels. Eventually coming to a stop in a low spot, protected by two subtle ridges stretching up on either side of the gentle hollow. The woods were dark and ominous in the place, strangely uniform, lonely.
"This is the place I would have carefully scouted and picked out, a place I would keep you. A place I could keep you hidden away for as long as I desired," he says. Explaining how in this fantasy he would keep her chained there, to a tree with nothing other than a bit of water; the skimpy garments she was wearing; and an old blanket to keep her warm at night.
