Part 1

The light within the club was almost non-existent, the air thick with the scents of leather, rubber, bodies, and a faint tint of fear. She prowled the room silently, keeping to the darkest corners, following the scent of that fear like a lioness on the hunt. She watched faces carefully as She went by, seeing which eyes held Her gaze, & which turned downward in submission to the spirit within Her own dark pools of blue. Her unconscious posture bespoke a power held in check, long body lines encased in a gown of sapphire velvet, a mane of golden hair falling in waves to the middle of Her back. She held Herself tall & straight, and in Her slow, sensual walk about the room, a single pair of eyes watched Her from beneath lowered lashes.

She hadn’t traced the source of the fear She felt yet, but when She did…the eyes shook with the trembling of the body attached. It was a fear at once delicious and numbing…that Goddess had come here every Friday for months, and had never left the club with a submissive in tow. Tonight, fear would not keep this submissive from seeking that Mistress out, offering herself to Her. The girl drew in a deep breath to fortify herself, then rose from her kneel & stood, head lowered,where she knew she would be within Her line of sight.

The Huntress halted her prowl abruptly as the source of Her search put itself in Her path. The exquisite creature standing across the room from Her had a waterfall of riotous red curls, sparking under the flashing strobes of the dance floor.

She stood, her head lowered, arms wrapped about her slender body as though for protection, where she had to have known she was visible.The Lady’s heart quickened with anticipation - here then, was one worthy of Her own Courage. At last.

She began to slowly make Her way across the dance floor, pushing through a seething mass of Couples. As more & more of the club began to take notice, the people began to fade away like a biblical parting of waters, leaving only the lone spark to stand beneath the lights like a beacon.

She must have felt the Mistress approaching, because she sank into a kneel that seemed to the Lady like poetry, a motion that could not have been new to her. So she had been trained…oh, and well! It seemed as though the movement was as natural to her as breathing, and the execution had been flawless. Only months of training could provide that kind of ease. This could be the One She had been searching for but never thought to find.

The girl hazarded a look from beneath lowered lashes, and found that the Lady had reached her and was standing a mere hand’s breadth from her. The urge to reach out & touch the foot of the Goddess was intensely strong, but her training kept the dangerous impulse in check. One took one’s very survival into one’s hands when dealing with an unfamiliar Top, even though one might worship Them from afar.Therefore it behooved a submissive to await the whims of their Chosen one before acting. And then the Goddess spoke.“Hello little one.”The voice was lower than she had expected, and the mere sound of it had her body tingling all over. Without raising her head, the girl replied,“Good evening, Milady.”

The Lady smiled, already knowing that this was the One. She placed a gloved hand under the girl’s chin, and slowly tilted her head up, to meet Her eyes.

She had to have been trained by a true Dom/me, because she even then avoided direct eye contact, looking instead slightly over Her shoulder in deference. Pleased, She directed the girl to look at Her. Sapphire eyes met emerald, and the Bond forged in that moment…fragile in its newness, but forged of a steely cord that would prove hard to break,given time. And the Lady had every intention of allowing it all the time it needed.

story by: Lady_Lyonesse

=="Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but rather a manner of traveling."-Margaret Lee Runbeck