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is hid in the heart of love’

Our favourite poet (WB Yeats) once again strikes straight into your soul with these lines. Why do I think of you when I recall them? I have been moved beyond all telling by your words, past pain, sharing and need.

I am aroused by what you ask of me and you have played on my mind these past few days since my return. I want to reach deep into your soul and find that switch, that trigger and take you on that wonderful journey to the fusion of pain/pleasure/control and fulfilment. Everything which has been denied you in the past will be yours for the future.

That is my Promise to you.

We will start slowly, oh so softly, so slowly, so that every nuance of pleasure can be felt by you thrice-fold and more, and then re-experienced again and again and again. It will be part of your conditioning leading to control.

Together we will choose the tools of your delight or torment, for these items are to be yours and yours alone. You will treasure them and look forward to the hours we spend playing together with them - a collar of ownership, bindings and perhaps to begin, a light chamois whip. Nipple clamps, and later, if all goes well, some special clothing.

A strange mix of fear, guilt, and yes, excitement as well as an urgent sudden overwhelming need to obey, caught Abi in the throws of an orgasm so rich, so sweet that already her lips were parting with soft moans escaping every breath. Obediently she spread her legs as had been her instruction. Never now was she to allow them to close on reading his emails. The wetness came even without her bidding, and she uttered the words, ‘For you, Master, for you,’ as she climaxed...

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It came without fingering. Her nipples stood proud; even the shy one came out to play. Still shaking she tapped the keys, spelling out her feelings, her passion, arousing in turn she hoped the Master who took them from her. Feelings and passion merged in the ether, crashing on a distant shore in mutual understanding and consent.

You are ready. Do you trust me to come when I call? To follow through the steps I will bid you take?

Her contract of employment was already ended. She’d no place to go and was totally free of commitment in both work and personal life. The only worry on the horizon was financial. She didn’t want to lose her home. But Master had agreed to pay all expenses for a period of one year so she would have something to go back to if it did not work out between them.

I am ready, Master. I give myself to you. Please, look after me well.

Do not worry, Little One. You will be safe in my hands. Submissive in nature, you will be accepted and loved for what you are. Remember, control... instruct... cherish. These will be the steps that will guide you through to your full potential and the realisation of the dream we will share together.

In the next few days you will receive instructions. Follow them well. And be patient. I will see you soon.

Dream Catcher

Abi entered the state known as ‘sub-heat’, constantly aroused and in a perpetual state of orgasmic wetness and barely concealed passion as she desperately tried to focus on putting her affairs in order. She made certain all bills were paid, telling her family only that she would be away, and in contact soon.

On the seventh day an envelope fell through the letterbox.

You will present yourself at Hartington Hall at 8.30am sharp on Friday April 9th. Take with you only a minimum of clothing. All else will be provided.

Enjoy!

Immediately she looked Hartington Hall up on the net. A health farm? Confused, she wanted to question the instruction. But then... no! Her journey was after all something of a magical mystery tour. She just wanted to enjoy the ride.

But the waiting was unbearable. There were still a couple of days to go and every fibre of her being was screaming for it to be now. She planned her route according to the map supplied in the envelope accompanying the instruction and tried to cram a hundred and one little chores into the time.

Friday dawned full of promise. Abi could barely contain her excitement. And on pulling the front door behind her she wondered suddenly when she might see her home again... if ever? Was she merely pursuing a dream? Had she lost all sense of reason? What would happen if she didn’t like where she was going and needed to change her mind?

She reminded herself of the alternative - that awful loneliness too achingly familiar, the daily grind of setting off to work and arriving home... to nothing. She was known for her bright cheery demeanour. For years she had been the proverbial clown, hiding what she really was and felt behind a façade. How much simpler then to go to a place where she would be accepted and loved... simply for being herself. She had to follow this through or else wonder for the rest of her life how it might have been, where it would have led.

Resolute now, she pulled the car away from the kerb, turning away from all she knew, towards the beginning of a new life.

She started early, the day opening out before her. Too early for traffic queues she arrived easily on time with fifteen minutes or so to spare. But rather than allowing thoughts to run on ahead, creating fears that might never be, with a deep breath she accepted the challenge and approached the large oak doors at the end of the short pebbled drive. They opened to her touch, and she approached the reception area beyond to find she was expected.

‘Ms Lane? Abi? Welcome! We do hope you enjoy your stay. Special arrangements have been made. If you follow me I will take you to meet Alex. He will be taking care of you.’

‘Thank you.’

She followed, meekly led across the deep piled carpet, up a short flight of stairs to the doors of a private suite where an attendant stood waiting.

‘Hello. Abi, isn’t it?’

She nodded, shy suddenly, unsure of what might be expected of her.

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