Thursday, December 31, 2009


   “Master Ethan, can you tell me what happened the night I arrived here?” Lariah fixed her aged master with a very direct stare as she waited for a response taking note of how his eyes narrowed and the lines now covering his face seemed to tighten. He was preparing a pot of tea with an unhurried grace as though he had forever to get the job done.
   “I can tell you little that you do not know already, young one.” He looked at her hiding his examination of her under his peaceful veneer. She still looked like she had not aged a day past 25. Since the night she had arrived Lariah had grown into a stunning woman with elf like poise and grace. It was still hard to believe that the small pail skinned baby had grown to be a woman just over two meters tall with hair so blond it appeared white, and eyes that were a piercing light blue. Taken as a whole, this young woman was stunning and she had long ago taken to wearing a covering over her face when ever she went to town to avoid the stares of the local men. Lately there seemed to be a change in her. It was only noticeable when he carefully watched her. While she is always a wonderful student and a compassionate aid in the local town, there was a difference deep inside her of late; if he could just put his finger on it.
   “I know someone left me at the steps of the monastery 20 years ago, but I would like to hear everything you remember about that night, any detail might be a clue or a piece I can put in the puzzle some time in the future.”
   “You are worried that my time in this plane is coming to an end and you want the details before I move on, is that it?” The old master grinned and poured the hot water into the pot containing a mixture of spices that would take the edge off of the ache in his old bones.
   “That is a rather morbid way of putting it, but yes, my interests are along those lines,” Lariah replied after a short pause. She rose from the table crossing the room to pick up two small cups then returned to her seat as she placed them on the table. Lariah waited patiently while the man took his seat across from her and filled each cup placing the pot off to the side. He muttered a short incantation and waved his hand at the incense burner igniting the contents and releasing the soothing scent of herbs. He picked up his cup and after taking a sip, he leaned back, his eyes glazing over slightly as he began to recall the events of that evening.
The night had been like any number of others that Ethan had been out on watch even though there was truly no fear of the monastery being attacked or robbed, but having someone on guard helped teach him and his fellow students a practical way to apply the discipline of body and mind that they focused on each day. He kept his mind clear using the same methods that he applied to spell casting to allow him to notice any changes in the sounds of the night. He moved with silent grace more for the practice than the need. There is a wonderful chorus to be heard in the dark if one took the time to listen and being alone in the dark like this was something he enjoyed immensely. He moved slowly around the inside of the monastery walls taking in the sights of the beautifully sculpted tree and gardens, reveling in the background music played so masterfully by the crickets and frogs that came out as the sun descended.
   Something, some out of place sound in the dark, caused Ethan to freeze in mid step, and he turned his head slowly trying to locate what anomaly and grabbed a hold of his unconscious. The adrenaline rush that sped up his heart was causing a problem, all he could hear was the racing of his heartbeat in his ears drowning out the symphony he had been immersed in. He deliberately slowed his breathing and forced his heart to quiet itself as he continued to stain to hear the sound once more. He could still hear all the crickets and frogs so whatever it was that he had noticed managed not to disturb them at all. After several minutes he considered the fact that he could have been mistaken, but years of training taught him to pay very close attention to his instincts and unusual feelings.
   He closed his eyes and whispered a quick invocation creating an orb of power in front of him. With eyes still closed he willed the orb to move away from him and towards the front gate a few dozen meters from where he stood. With practiced ease he changed the way he viewed the world so that he was now seeing everything the orb could see. As the orb floated swiftly towards the opening in the wall he vision went with it. Ethan’s quick eye for detail immediately noticed the small bundle in the middle of the path and he will the ob closer to study it. It was a bundle of skins, not local ones he noticed, but the white coloring gave rise to the possibility that it was a fur from one of the white wolves of the north. As he watched the bundle it seemed that it moved a little, but he took the time to explore the entire area outside the gate before releasing his extended sight and opening his eyes. There was no sign of anything outside, no tracks, no unusual shadows, no bent blades of grass, and no one rushing away from the area so he decided to approach the parcel to find out what was inside.
   When he bent down and pulled the top of the fur back he found himself gazing at a beautiful baby girl not more than a few days old with crystal blue eyes and an alert gaze. He was stunned. The monastery was not a place to leave an orphan, which was more the churches business then the pastime of a group of monks that counted no females among their number. Someone had made a mistake, but he had no choice but to take the infant up in his arms and bring it in out of the chill of the night air. It appeared that a couple monks would be making a trip to the church in the morning to deliver the child to someone who could properly care for her. He went quickly to the grand master’s room to wake him and figure out how this would be handled.
   He knocked quickly on the door and when he was told to enter he stepped in to the small room closing the door behind him. He calmly relayed the story about finding the child and passed the baby to the aged grand master when he asked to see her. He stood waiting as the old man cast a diving upon the child.
   “She is to stay with us,” the old man said quietly. “I am unable to see all the details as clearly as I should, but it appears that this young one is to play an important part in the future of the realm. It is by no mistake that she was placed in our care.”
   Ethan nodded to acknowledge the order even as his mind spun at the unexpected reply.
   “Seek out any advice you may need from women in the village, but she is yours to raise and teach. She will be staying in your quarters for now.” The old master turned to put out the light waiting till Ethan left to look up at the ceiling of his room. “I have no idea what game you are playing at, but we will do out part,” he whispered to the heavens. He received silence in reply and shrugged before putting out his lamp and lying back down.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009


        She looks amazingly good like that. Her hands tied together and pulled up so high above her head that only her toes are touching the ground. Unclothed, her pale skin glistens with the effort she is putting into keeping her balance. Her large and perfect breasts pulled up high, her stomach stretched taut, heaving with her labored breathing. Desperation has begun showing in her eyes as the shock of her situation has worn off. It’s always about the eyes for me. I can see so much in peoples eyes and it shows me a glimpse of what people are really like or what the really want as plain as day, but I digress. We must return to the events unfolding with our beautiful captive.
         My eyes go back to their wonderful journey over my captives straining body. I stand in front of her, silent, my eyes taking in every tiny detail of her while letting her see me do it. I want her to see my examination or her. I want her to feel my eyes on her skin. My gaze travels once again down her stomach as I take in the beauty of muscles flexing under her perfect, pale skin. No hair at all on her body until my eyes finally reach her center. I pause here taking in this point of absolute perfection as she struggles to conceal her sex from my view.  I smirk at her efforts as she is forced to allow me to view her as I wish or continue to let her body pull down painfully on her shoulders and wrists. I devour this image taking in the contrast of her dark pubic hair against her pale skin. This point where her legs meet her torso is as perfect as I had hoped she would be.
         My eyes move leisurely back up her body to lock with her gaze catching that look of fear and embarrassed humiliation telling me just how deeply I have begun to affect her with my silent examination. There are tears wetting her cheeks now and her desperate fear has finally taken a hold of her senses adding to her already considerable beauty. There is nothing as stunning as the female body stretched taut and completely at my mercy, the tears just make it better.
         Now the questions and the yelling, this part bores me. They always ask the same droll questions; the same worn out phrases.
        “What is going on?” Her voice pleads to me for an answer.
         You seem to be hanging from the ceiling of my living room, dear. I answer in my head.
         “Why are you doing this to me?” Her voice cracks with this question.
         The simplest answer would be to tell that I am doing this because I like it, but that would be far too simple and would negate all that I want to teach you. Again not one word out loud.
         “I thought we were friends!” Now she thinks yelling at me will work better than pleading with me.
         We are friends, my dear which is why I picked you.
           I have answered all her questions yet not given her a single answer out loud. I continue to say nothing to her as I let her expend her energy and effort struggling for answers I will only give her when I deem she can have them, never in response to her desperate inquiries. She is allowed no control so naturally she gets no answers to any of her questions; whereas when I ask a question, I will get an answer! I will explain myself when I decide, and that’s if I decide to explain anything at all.
            Now I walk behind and out of her view to continue taking in the sights of her body. This action has the added effect of increasing her fear as well. The human mind has a wonderful ability to fill in the blanks when we lack information, and with this much fear added, this poor young lady will imagine all kinds of terrible possibilities for what I could be doing behind her. I smile with that thought; this IS supposed to be fun for me after all.
             Her dark curly hair falls over her shoulders and has been dampened with her sweat causing the ends to stick to her skin like hundreds of tiny fingers grasping at her nakedness. The muscles in her back are as taut as those in her stomach and they lead my eyes lower on her body. I am now taking in my favorite part of a woman’s body. Where the back ends and the legs begin is perfection.
            I have seen enough for now. She is pleading and crying to me, and the site of her in this condition, naked, defenseless and mine to control, is one of the most sexually exciting situations there could ever be. I move back in front of her and smile slightly before shutting of the lights and leaving the room, we will continue later on when I deem it is time. As I lay in bed drifting off to sleep I am serenaded by her sobs and pleas for help…..there is no more relaxing music in the world.