The Woods: An Outline of a scrapped story

It’s 11:45pm and I’m seeing out my 31st birthday while I head my lady sleep soundly from where I sit in the lounge. I have things to talk about – transformations, stories, more mental musings, but not now. I have never been so tired in all my life.

Instead, I wanted to tell followers – anyone who has been wondering – that I’m still here and still writing. I’ve been absent. Lost in worlds and words and life. I’ll come back soon.

Until then, in the interest of the Halloween season, I wanted to share a particularly grotesque, kinda gothic story I scrapped out of fear of being too weird, too dark and too absurd. And since I tell everyone to follow their hearts and stay true to themselves, I thought I’d share. So here’s a rough draft outline of what would happen to a poor teenage girl late at night in the Woods.

Jen is at her neighbours birthday party with her family when she decides to leave out of lack of interest.

One of the guys there, taunts her walk home by singing the ‘if you go out in the woods today..’

Jen ignores him and makes her way back home, using nothing but the light from her phone.

Something grabs at her leg and drags her to the side of the road where the tree hangs.

In horror, Jen can only watch the sentient tree tear off her little black dress, revealing light blue bra and camo panties.

She’s soon undressed and, suspended in the air, receives a vine, smooth and slick from sap, enter her anally. Jen is left to let out guttural moans as she is an anally penetrated on the spot, her mind racing.

Jen wriggles free and crawls along the ground, trying to scream. The tree drags her back and continues to fuck her ass while taking her from the front. She comes. Once. Twice. A third, painfully. She’s bound, spanked, fucked, crying screaming, half-way moaning.

She sees light bounce off the road and that’s when the trees fall limp all of a sudden. A man approaches her. She screams at him, curses at him, she’s terrified of him, but he does not dare leave her alone like this, her clothes in shreds, her body bruised and scratched.

He waits by her and gives her all the time she needs.

In my notes for this outline, dated third of July 2017, the only thing I’ve written is that this came to me in a dream. If I had to guess, growing up in the country, walking at night, and having an active imagination with the forest around me, all led to the creation of this dream. That and a dash of The Evil Dead.

I’ve always been fascinated by gothic horror and I’ve always been fascinated by taking light and casting shadows. And then there’s the wicked enjoyment of forced submission and orgasming.

Goodnight readers. Sleep tight.

BDSM, Our Journey and Destiny: Musing about the mechanics of life

When I was intwined in a cocoon with my pet, her being leashed and drifting away to a peaceful slumber after a lengthy and quite intense session, you know what I felt? That this spot right here – was where I was supposed to be.

So I guess I want to ramble about Destiny. Humour me and call it a journal entry. My little cosy cabin away from my blogs about self-help, if I may be bold in calling it such – My cabin where you all are invited. So please: take off your shoes, get comfortable. Sit by the fire and allow me to indulge in something that’s increasingly clear to me: Everything in my life has lead me to this point in time, right here, in my pet’s arms after that breathtaking session. Stop me if I’m repeating myself.

But has it been that way for you? If you look back at your life, do you feel you’ve walked this path that led you to that epiphany, which just happened to lead you to my cabin? Even you and I – we’re connected now. Can you feel that? I’m world’s away, an ocean apart – and here I am, in your mind as you read my words? Whatever lead you to your epiphany about the lifestyle has lead you to my blog and perhaps many other Dominant’s blogs. If I’ve helped you discover something about yourself or you are trying something new with that special someone because of me, then fate has intertwined us together. I’m a connecting thread to you now, insignificant and faceless I may be, but a spoke in the wheel all the same, if I am using that terminology rightly.

For me, I look at my life and I look at my pet’s life and we have danced together for years, like criss-crossing threads, just weaving in and out of each other’s lives like cameos until this very point in time, where the threads meet. Become one, even. Here we are – all the plot points in my stories and all the plot points in her stories led us to this one point. Think about it: two different people, two different lives and yet the jigsaw puzzle pieces she needed to connect to were mine.

Isn’t that magic? Doesn’t that just make you look back on your own life and ponder: Did I need to do this to get to this epiphany? How much of us have lost time being scared of giving ourselves completely to the lifestyle? Did we all need that lost time to come to terms with it? Would we have drone it differently? Perhaps, but in my case, anyway, I needed things to play out exactly as they did, in order for me to be lying here in her arms, with her being leashed.

If you’ve made it through my ramblings without skipping, if your eyes are wide and your mind pondering back on your life, I owe you a hug. Thank you for allowing me to indulge.

I don’t know if it’s a case of coincidence or just magic working two people’s lives but it fills me with warmth regardless. Or maybe that’s just the fire from my proverbial cabin. Stay as long as you need to, folks. There’s tea, coffee and biscuits in the kitchen and room for all.

After all, we all might be connected by that thread.