The Journey - Chapter One
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Posted:Jun 7, 2008 6:42 am
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Chapter One
The Lesson of WindSong, the Willow
Chapter One
The Lesson of WindSong, the Willow
Would you like to go on a journey? Take my hand in yours as we lay here staring into each others eyes. You will be required to use your imagination and your creativity to assist in this endeavor. Your faith in my commitment to you and your growth will be essential. Finally, your trust in me as your guide, mentor and Master will be the glue that binds us together as we traverse the landscape of understanding. Let us begin, then...Get comfy…Take my hand and let me illustrate the beginning of our journey.
As I lay beside you I raise one hand in the air drawing an imaginary canvas. “Over here is a forest with a seasonal walking trail adorned by fallen leaves that crackle under our feet. And over there beyond that clearing is a winding brook filled with clear, cold water. That is our initial destination.”
Several deer stand in a glade eating shrubs paying little attention to us - safe in the knowledge that we are not there to harm them. A past rain has left a damp and silky blanket of moss peeking through the leaves under our feet at the roots of the trees we pass by. “Now you must close your eyes and feel. Tactile senses will be tested along the way.
All of your senses will be employed and exercised as we travel our course. Can you smell the fragrance of the evergreens that wafts from the canopy above?” Light filters down warmly like a mist through openings in the canopy, lighting our way in the mid day.
A slight breeze sings softly as it bristles against the foliage all around us. We walk on, seeking our ends with no concern as to our means. Baron looks at his treasure as he walks. Radiantly adorned in cotton and silk, she steps so lightly that no trace is left of her footprints in the soft tundra. A red silk like chiffon wrap crosses her bodice translucently outlining her breast and shoulders. The long white, cotton skirt flows freely and plays in the breeze around her ankles.
We walk barefoot through the forest enjoying the warmth of the sun, the cool breeze refreshing us, and the faint sounds of animals in the background. An owl takes flight as we cross under his branch. We ascend a small hill and find ourselves in a glade of tall grass. As we reach the crest, we stand in awe of the scene laid out before us. It’s only a few more steps to the top and then thru the glade.
“You can make it. I know you can. My confidence lies in the understanding of your desire to be with me this day and in this place, your submission complete and your trust in me unfaltering.”
We reach the crest and I turn to you for a moment. “Let us stand here for but a moment and take in the wonder of this place, this moment and each other.” I pull you towards me, your breast up tight against my chest and kiss you deeply and softly. My hands firmly grasping your lower back pulling you fully into me. I whisper in your ear telling you how special you are to me and that the beauty I see before me lies not only on your surface but also deep within you....
This will be the last tender moment for some time to come. “The future of this journey will require your strength and more importantly, your faith in my strength to keep you safely within your edges. Can you see the brook down there off to the right? We must quicken our pace if we wish to beat the sunset. However, it is down hill from here to there. We begin to walk a little faster then a little faster and then we break into a little sprint. His charge flying behind him, her hand locked in his, her long and silky hair flows like a dark stream behind her as her feet barely skim the ground. Faster and faster they run through down the path. Her simple gown flaps around her legs as they run. The creek draws closer and closer. Laughing, the two lovers run towards the creek thirsting for its cool waters. Free you are, my precious one, free you are.... FOR NOW
The Baron dives in crystal stream gulping the cool mixture of cold water and refreshes himself. He swims under the water and finds two legs dangling there. His hand grabs two feet and move up the legs to capture the wonderful water angel. The two play and dance as the day begins to darken slightly. The Baron pops his head up from beneath the water and grabs her to him feeling the cool wetness of her creamy skin, her cotton and silky hair mapping the outline of fleshy curves. The two emerge from the cool waters and plop down at the feet of a very large and old willow tree.
Exhausted and excited they lay still for a few moments enjoying their individual life and that of their partnership as well. Baron instructs “Your clothes are to remain in place until and if I choose to remove them”.
The Baron rolls towards her and grabs the back of her hair near the nape of her neck, focusing her gaze directly into his. “Focus my dear, focus. I will take you at my leisure when and how I may wish. Your duty is to trust me with your heart, your soul, your mind and your body. My duty is to keep you safe, secure and focused. To bring you the pleasure you desire, the lust that you entrust to me, the hidden submission that dwells within you.”
Pointing to a massive, old willow tree the Baron inquires, “Do you see this old and dear friend of mine here. Her branches have provided shade to the forest for many years. Her bark has been bitten by insects and other forest creatures. She currently enjoys the cool water at her roots but she has endured times of draught, heavy rains, winter storms, fire and lightning. Everything the elements can throw at her she has endured and here she still stands proudly yet subservient to her environment. There is much to be learned here this day and if you truly give your trust to me, I will share her secrets with you.
She is both your ally and your captor. Her empathy knows no bounds, but her strength can bind you to the earth more firmly than even you could ever imagine. Now your journey begins. Are you prepared? Do I have your trust? Does she?
There are as many forms of binding as there are forms of submission. That is the truest beauty of what it is that we do, and I am eager to teach.” The Baron takes his charge and lifts her to her feet. He reaches for one of the willows branches and wraps it around one wrist. “Give me your other hand.” The Baron enslaves the other hand and then bends to grab an ankle. Deftly binding both ankles within the grasp of the willow, the Baron takes a step back and looks at the willows captive. Although the wraps are secure, the branches hang loosely allowing the girl to move quiet freely within a two foot radius.
The Baron now standing a short distance from the willow and her captive raises both hands in the air as if instructing the willow to his bidding somehow. Suddenly the branches begin to slowly move in towards the trunk of the willow, in and up, moving the helpless girl with them. She finds herself rising up several feet off the ground and her back is pressed against the roughened bark of the massive tree.
Her wet garments provide the only protection available from coolness of the evening air.
Now, firmly secured to the tree trunk, her arms and legs spread widely, the Baron steps forward. He looks up at this new captive and tells her, "Do not fight, precious one for you can not possibly win. She has been here much longer that you and is much stronger than you could ever imagine and she is my ally as well.”
The Baron produces a sharp knife and begins to cut at the silk and cotton fabric of the helpless captive. Its blade glistens, reflecting the many colors of the sunset now gracing the early evening sky. The fabric completely falls from her form leaving her completely and utterly exposed for all the forest to see. Her cold, wet skin quickly dries in the evening breeze now blowing slightly harder than it did this afternoon.
The Baron glides his hands up her legs, feeling the creamy smoothness as he travels up her thighs. The wind begins to pick up speed, now gusting against the frail girl locked in the willows embrace. “This willow assists me in teaching submission to fallen subjects like you. There is nowhere to turn, nowhere to go, no hope of escape. The wind picks up some more and begins to impale her skin with pine needles and sharp edged leaves from the trail that so recently refreshed her. The sky begins to darken as clouds move in over the horizon. A few raindrops begin to fall, at first warm to the touch but stinging with the force of the wind.
The wind whips ever more and the rain quickens in its pelting and stabbing of the woman’s sensitive flesh. The woman is almost grateful for the Baron's touch as he explores her body and then reaches up cupping and covering her breast shielding them from the oncoming fury of Mother Nature. Her hair becomes soaked, its long strands adhering to the rough bark of the willows trunk. The rain pelts even more painfully into her skin and the wind whips the willow branches around seemingly flogging her form like a cat-o-nine tails. The roughness of the willows bark scratches her back and her soft, curvaceous bottom as she struggles against it.
The Barons fingers probe first gently and then more forcefully inside of her. Her breast heave and then the sharpness of teeth biting her nipples remind her that it is not only Mother Nature that torments her here this evening.
As she looks down her body she sees thin braids of red where forest objects have taken their toll on her skin, the red stripes in sharp contrast of her pale flesh. Suddenly, the willow's branches get looser, lowering her very slowly but not releasing her. The Barons fingers continue to probe finding their way inside of her nether openings. The enslaved girl moans with relief, accepting the pleasant sensations. The Baron smiles as he feels her internal wetness begin to build. Her inner lips wet as grass in the morning dew.
The willow allows just enough slack to turn her around, giving even more access to the Barons touch. Then her branches begin to form a tent around the two, protecting them both from the sternness of the elements.
The Baron had slipped out of his clothes unnoticed during the woman’s ordeal with the elements. Now he stands behind her, his sword as hard as the willows trunk and yearning for a soft and moist sheath in which to shelter it. What can this timid captive offer? What shelter will she provide? What manner of sheath does she submit for his aching sword?
The couple’s needs overtake them as the willow gently releases the girl onto the soft moss at her feet. The night closes in on the lovers as they roll in each others arms enjoying their closeness as well as their bonds. This night’s love is not an act of either submission or of dominance. It is an act of coauthored inspiration and relief from the stresses and exercises of a long day. As she finally drifts into sleep, her dreams are filled with the events and lessons of this day. Intrinsically she gleans the lessons of the willow.
While one can submit to another with trust and faith as her shields, it is not only her own internal strength that will keep her safe from the elements but also the ability to accept external elements and love that will ultimately fulfill her and guide her along her journey. Time is no longer something to avoid, but rather an unending path that will reveal many lessons along the way to understanding. If she can reach beyond herself to allow outside protection it will appear. It may or may not appear when she thinks it is due. It may or may not appear when she feels utterly alone or particularly vulnerable, but when her need is real and she can openly accept and submit, it will be there for her and likely she may not immediately recognize what form it may take. It could be a stranger, a friend, a lover a willow tree, a moment of reprieve or a combination she has yet to witness. Her duty is to be open for it and to allow it free reign.
The dawn breaks gently as a renewing breeze dances on their newly rested forms. The Baron rises, takes her hand and after nodding to the aged willow they begin their new day walking along the edge of the brook.
Thus ends chapter one…
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Training of a slave
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Posted:Aug 19, 2007 8:37 pm
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2008 1:05 am
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FROM THE MASTER:
The soft rustle of her leopard silks could be heard like a whisper as the slave girl dropped gracefully to her knees before the Master. Blonde hair carefully quaffed and laying softly upon her tanned shoulders as she leaned forward into position. Her hands slightly extended forming a triangle with its apex pointing to her Master and its base parallel to her shoulders. Her left cheek clung tightly to the floor; she spoke nothing but rather waited to be addressed by her Master. This was not a formal Gorean slave position but one that had been designed and taught to her by her Master; a position that pleased him and afforded an unbridled view of her gentle curves and the slight arch of her back.
The chores of the morning have been completed. The Masters coffee was prepared and waiting as was his breakfast. The House was in order and it was now the Masters’ decision whether to use his slave for gratification, inform her of the day’s expectations or to simply release her to other duties.
The young slaves’ body quivered when finally the Master spoke. “Sula girl! I wish to be gratified by the folds of your moist body”. Immediately the slave turned over onto her back with her hands at her sides, palms facing upward. Her legs spread wide open as she awaits her Masters’ inspection and entry of those parts reserved solely for his use. Her moistness grew as she felt the Master place a pillow beneath her hips so as to afford even greater access. “Open yourself for me slave” he said, as his readiness was evident and seeking the pleasures of immediate gratification. Gracefully and without hesitation the slave placed her hands between her legs and spread her lips for him, displaying the very core of her sex. There were no thoughts of the slave’s wishes. Her reactions were immediate and well rehearsed. Her only concerns were for his pleasure and that she perform to the standards that had been set for her through much training and devotion. This slave understands that her own pleasures are of no consequence here, yet pleasures may arrive serendipitously through total surrender to her Master.
When the Master had quenched his lust he stood up and without a word turned and retired to the dining area to enjoy his coffee. The House slave quietly arose, cleaned herself, checked her own sense of being and followed shortly behind him to serve the breakfast she had prepared.
A brief discussion followed during the course of the meal in which the Master informed her of the specifics of the day. He told her there would be a social tonight for which she must prepare. There was food to be purchased at the market, arrangements to be made with other slaves to ensure the pleasure of all Masters to be present. There were details and duties that the slave had come to learn though months of training and experience. This slave was trained to be a trainer of other slaves and to run a House in the specific manners and with the specific attitudes, graces and charms that are now fully expected of her. Master informs his slave that he considers her formal training complete yet recognizes that every day will be a new lesson.
Secure in his domain and grateful for his station the Master now possesses the time and frame of mind to provide for the needs of the House, the needs of his slave, the logistics of daily work and most importantly time to devote to commitments he had made from the day he first collared her.
Unfettered by the need to direct menial matters of the House, the Master sets his mind to the logistics of how to best please his beloved slave, and ensure that her enjoyment this evening would be fully realized to its maximum potential. The Master has learned much throughout the course of this slave’s training not the least of which is patience. As is the case in any good training program the teacher is always the phantom student.
As the Master leaves the House to begin his day, the slave turns gracefully about with the fulfilling knowledge that she has been given all the tools and training necessary to both fulfill her duties and to represent her Master and his House whenever and wherever needed. Such is the duty and fate that they have both accepted.
Baron Anubis
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PPL keep asking about my nic...
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Posted:Mar 25, 2007 5:23 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2008 8:25 pm
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My nick has always been Baron Anubis. When I rejoined TSmeet recently I could no longer register with that nic. (someone already had it - ME damn it TSmeet) LOL
Well I will try to explain the name and the process will likely explain some more about me as well. Let's begin with...
Baron: When I initially created this nic I wanted to reflect Both my character and my feelings regarding ownership. Initially, I had neither a submissive or a slave. It was my feeling then (and still) that people don't really own people. The "Alpha males" of the BDSM genre seemed to be titled either a Dom or Master. I didn't feel that I had earned either of those titles and I was correct at that time.
However, my real first name begins with the letter B so I began to think of something related to BDSM but not an owner of people. I came up with "BARON". A land owner, not usually a people owner.
So what about ANUBIS?: Those who know mythology know that the standard and most pulicised role of the God Anubis was that of the God of the Dead. I did some study and research and found that he was a bastard of a mortal and a God. (I was adopted). Although he did meet people at the river of death, he was a guide for their journey. He provided a means by which one had to continue their journey knowing they could not look back or return. Of course as all mythology is by definition myth and as such open to lots of differing interpretations of each God's roles, this felt right for me. I have always mentored people even before BDSM and I made it my quest to seek out learning and to then be able to pass it on to F/folks just arriving. So I chose to become a Dungeon Monitor and subsequently a Dungeon Master. I love woodworking and other mediums and now I could get kinky with it. How fun do you think it would be to create a dungeon for 1200 kinksters from the ballroom of a Ramada Inn? Everything from simple spanking benches to rotating wheels, cages, pony karts, whipping stations, wax play, medical play, religious & School play, suspension etc... Or how about an outdoor theater with suspension from trees, Olympic size swimming pools, wooded acres with three indoor dungeons? That is the equipment side of the equation.
More importantly, being a DM exposed me to almost every kind of play out there. One hell of an education and eye opener. As I attended national events and consortiums, I saw a need to standardize DM training to ensure that all dungeons incorporated qualified staff to ensure the safety of the players and the play space. I became a Red Cross certified CPR/First Aid trainer as well and added those elements into the course outline.
So there you have it.
Respectfully,
Baron Anubis
(simply call me Baron in the basement unless otherwise negotiated)
My thanks to all the wonderful F/folks I have met lately.
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on-line full name is Baron Anubis
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Posted:Mar 19, 2007 8:18 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2008 10:50 pm
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I was heavily engaged in the full range of the BDSM lifestyle for quite a few years. (mostly during mid-life). I truly enjoyed many aspects of travelling about, teaching and learning what makes kinksters tick etc... In my search I became a Dungeon Master and trained other DMs up and down the east coast. I also trained other "Masters", subs, slaves, Gorean ppl etc... I became a certified Red Cross CPR/First Aid trainer to ensure safety amongst all players and required all DMs trained by me get certified to get their full credentials as DM's. I have witnessed and partaken in most of the activities you may find in a dungeon or private BDSM environment. I have lived every fantasy that I have had. I tried to do so with honesty, integrity and in an effort to give back to the community. Sadly, I found that many localized BDSM groups fell prey to their own power struggles from within and watched many groups perish in the process. I have also learned that although these organized kinksters propose "tollerance" and yet are extremely intollerant themselves.
I also get emails from evidently attached women seeking "discrete" relationships and also simultaneously expect honor, integrity and wisdom. I find these terms incongruous and shouldn't be paired up within the same sentance or person as they are mutually exclusive.
So that's where I have been and also why I have been away from TSmeet for so long. When I came back to TSmeet, I had to setup a new acount and they forced me into taking this new moniker as they still show BaronAnubis as a "taken" nic. Go figure. LOL
So now what? Good question. Glad you asked. I think I am ready for a committed relationship however I do still enjoy playing and flirting in the chat rooms and elsewhere. I will always enjoy teaching and training and will make my past training outlines available for those wishing to know more about the lifestyle or themselves or how to proceded safely in exploring their own particular kinks. Been there - done that. Having lived out all my own fantasies and those of many around me, I feel that I can move onto more intimate relationships. However, whoever I choose will have to understand my past, my motives and my desires. I truly feel that open honesty and communication is the hallmark of successful relationships, be they monogomous or poly, kinky or straight.
If you read this and are still interested feel free to contact me.
Baron Anubis
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