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Suddenly the area opened up again and there was another trail before us. This one was different than the other. The overgrowth along the edges indicated it had not been used very often.

Then we stopped. He released me and reached into the back pocket of his jeans. When his hand reappeared he held a long black piece of fabric. I just stared and felt my panic begin to rise when he came to stand behind me.

Master’s arms appeared on either side of me. One hand held the black . . . scarf?

“I’m going to put this over your eyes, Brianna.” I swallowed and tried to remember to breathe. He didn’t say anything else as he took the free end of the material in his other hand and brought the middle level with my eyes.

And then there was nothing but black as he pulled the scarf and tied it securely behind my head. I was in total darkness.

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Brianna

The utter lack of light was making me uneasy. It reminded me of being in Ian’s dungeon. But then I felt Master’s arms come around me, and I was able to calm myself. I was safe. With my Master.

Instead of wrapping around me, his arms only touched my sides. “Put your arms in front of you and take my hands, Brianna,” he instructed.

Blindly, I reached out using what I could feel as a guide. It took some work, but eventually I found his hands and laced my fingers with his.

Master’s hold was firm. “We’re going to walk together. It isn’t far, and I’ve got you so you won’t fall. Take your time and try to feel what is under your feet.”

I wasn’t sure I could do this, but I was willing to try. He wouldn’t let me fall.

I lifted my right foot and cautiously moved it forward. The ground was farther away than what it seemed without the blindfold.

My next step was just as unsure, as was the one following. I had no idea how long it was until he finally told me to stop. But even though we were no longer moving, he didn’t remove the covering from my eyes. Instead, I felt him move away from me.

As much as I tried to stop it, I felt the panic eating at me. Logic told me that he wouldn’t just leave me alone, but did I really know that for sure?

I did. Didn’t I?

Without being able to see, I could hear so many things. I knew we were still in the forest. There were birds everywhere, surrounding me. I could hear other noises, too, but I couldn’t quite define them.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I jumped when he spoke again.

“Today we are going to work on your focus,” he said. His voice was moving as if he was circling me. “I want you to walk forward. You may go as slowly as you need. Your hands are to remain at your sides,” he said, pausing as if to let that sink in. “I want you to tell me about your childhood. Your mother. Your pets. Your teachers.”

I took a deep breath. Talking about my mom, although making me sad, wouldn’t be that hard.

But then he continued. “I do not want you to stop talking until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I said with confidence.

“Good, girl,” he said from behind me.

Then I felt something touch my hip. “While you’re talking, I’m going to periodically touch various parts of your body like this,” he said, giving my hip a light tap with what felt like a stick about the thickness of a pencil. “When I do, you will stop what you are saying long enough to say what part of your body I’m touching and then go back to your story. Can you do that?”

I nervously swallowed again but answered, “Yes. I think I can.”

“You think you can, Brianna?” he said, his voice taking on a slightly harsher tone.

I took a deep breath and gave him what he wanted. “Yes, Master. I can do it.”

“That’s better,” he said with a clear smile in his voice.

Then the pressure on my hip disappeared.

“Begin.”

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