In The Woods

She is stripped naked, the long, dark hair cascading down her back her bodies only cover. I've bound her wrists in front of her body with a twisted rope. From this bond I lead her deep into the woods, high upon the hill.

I want to lead her to a primitive place, a place of exquisite privacy in which I can explore her primitive fears. The fears of her uncivilized ancestors, the fears they suffered living without the protections afforded by human justice.

A captured woman, removed from the protection of her tribe. Bruises, blood, cum, and cries. Today we shall explore these all. Deep fear, deep passion, I'll let my predator our as she is my perfect prey, I'll bite, I'll whip, I'll rape, she will suffer, but in that suffering find release.

Arriving at our destination under the towering trees, our own little primeval world, our place of instinctual exploration, the bonds holding her wrists together are undone and she is retied. Bound between two trees, lashed arms and legs outstretched, head held high, her body becoming that ancient symbol, the pentagram.

My willow switch makes it's first cut across her shoulder and she is no longer 'Ms. T,' I am no longer 'her suit.' She becomes the captive, the spoil of war, the woman who will spend the rest of her days suffering at my hand, living under the cold watch of a tribe not her own. I become her owner, the unsocialized man who must break her to my will, the man who must ensure that she learns to obey, and learns the consequences she will suffer if she fails in her obedience.

Together we will explore the deep recesses of the past, explore our primeval world, explore our darkest instincts, lust in it's myriad of forms. Our exploration will change us, bond us together, the connection of our spirits growing stronger because of the connection with the primitive we have shared.

Predator and prey entwined together in an exquisite dance.