Forward:  You have inspired me, seduced me and thrilled me. I loved your voice the first time I heard it. I have loved You in secret since the first phone session we had. I know I have not always stayed in touch. My ADD brain has me skipping like a stone on the water but I find I just love You more. I so appreciate this opportunity to write this for You in gratitude and lustful longing. The edited story follows.

The Journey

The road stretched out ahead as the shoes began their repetitive striking of the pavement. The air crisp and cooly filling his nostrils and lungs. Perfect weather to stretch the legs and push a bit harder today. As the sun sank down, down off the edge of the horizon leaving the dusk to keep the road lit, thoughts turned to the day before. Her brown eyes glanced up at him. She had been pulling a Friday night piece of pizza from the box. Her expression mostly unchanging as she said, “no, you’re right.” It was one of those moments. A moment that was inevitable. There was a small voice inside him that said, “I know she’s gonna say Yes, when you’re not around I miss you and it’s totally different. “But she didn’t. She said what his heart thought she would say. The running shoes dug harder into the asphalt.


Deciding to detour off the usual hard ball road, an invitingly rough trail wound through some Adirondack trees and off the draw of the mountain. Picking up the pace , the scent of pine growing stronger, his legs groaned at the steepness as he embraced it. With lungs heaving and eyes squinting the trees began thinning as the skyline grew painted majestically serene as he ascended closer to the crest. He slowed gasping for air while grasping the scenery. As his breathing became more controlled flashes of his bland, 2 room apartment flashed in his mind. He felt no rush to return. Besides it was Friday and no need to prepare for work tomorrow. “Work, haha, what an odd thought now.”


As he picked back up into a light jog the clearing closed suddenly. How odd, for it to open and close again so near the top and declining slope. This should open up to a nice view. Thinking back to his infantry days when he would often have to read the land he felt a bit perturbed that he couldn’t take in the view after this hard run. The trees didn’t look right. There was undergrowth that looked impassable but there was no river near by to feed this tanglefoot he now found himself caught in. Now it was a test, a challenge! He kept pushing through, the briars pulled at his thin running shirt, branches clawed and ripped his shorts. His shoes sank deep into the mud but he would not be denied. His shoelace snagged and he quite literally stumbled through the opening. It was as if someone had tried to obscure it and no one had crossed it for years. As he pushed back the brush and walked through the trees he was in heaven.


An inviting clearing opened and he found himself looking down a sheer cliff. A small lake and cabin sat directly below. Wood smoke gently rolled from the chimney. Meditating on the serene overlook he lost track of time.  An hour had passed and realizing the light slowly dimming as his shoes once again dug into the grit and gravel of the small trail. Thunder began to grumble in the distance. “Should have checked the forecast, damn too late now.” He moved back toward the opening he pushed through but it was not there. The trees were so close and the briars so thick he could never push through them. Not wanting to chance being stuck in that clearing with darkness on his heels he saw a deer trail skirt to the side of the cliff and around the thick growth.


He followed it instinctively realizing how miserable the rain would make the run back. As the clouds rolled ominously above the Adirondacks a sliver of lightning extended out like a finger, striking the spruce tops as a sharp clap of earth shaking thunder exploded overhead causing him to jump as his foot planted in a muddy turn. The trail shot out from under his feet. A sharp bang to his side by a trail log and suddenly he was falling, grasping at nothing but mud and air. He slid down, down, down the hillside as the skies opened up and the rain racing him down the slope. “Think!” there was no time to think as his mind filled with the fear of dying sooner rather than much, much later.  The edge, oblivion approaching.


A vine, lying near the ledge was barely visible as the rain had washed it. One chance! He kicked and lunged toward the brown rope digging his fingers and nails into it’s hard skin. The cliff now overhead he prayed it was attached as he clinched ever orifice waiting for the catch and jerk. The vine groaned and sank with his weight as it drew taught. His body jarred, his hands slipped enough to burn. Swinging, spinning into the sudden stop of a wall. He opened his eyes finding himself on the ground, his lungs ached and sucked at the air. The rain splatting on his face. A blurry figure above him as the light faded to black.


The smell of lavender and frankincense permeated his nostrils and mind awake. Rubbing temples and focusing his eyes, he was in a soft darkly clothed room. Candles scattered about. Where do the walls begin and end? Unable to see beyond the

shadows he rubbed his eyes some more. “You’ve been out for hourszzzz.”

“What?” A female voice, had she been sitting there all along? “I, uh what, what happened?” His body wracked with pain as he tried to turn to see her. She was in the shadows, behind the candle’s light. “You need more rest, my pet.” My pet? “Wait, I,..” A soft, velvet clad slender hand extended into the light motioning up, then down. All went black.


Morning shown into the window as he stirred. “Morning? How long?” He shook his head, moved his legs beneath the heavy blankets till they slid off and found the bare floor. He began to stand and felt lightheaded. His bladder protesting and his head aching he stood and realized he was naked. “Hello, h-h-hello?” Rubbing his temples he searched the room for his clothes. An empty dresser and a trunk were sitting open. In the trunk he found what looked like sweatpants and hooded top. A strange sparkle to the fabric he didn’t recognize. “Where are my shoes?” He managed to slide on the remarkably slick sweats. He went to the door and saw a small kitchen.


On the counter sat a note along with a bowl, 2 capsules and a thick looking smoothie drink in a clear glass. The note read like instructions to a 5 year old, Eat what’s in the bowl, take the pills and drink the drink in that order. Your compliance is appreciated. “What is going on here?” He sighed, his head was hurting and he had no answers. No phone to be seen and he hadn’t brought one with him, as he didn’t like keeping up with them. He knew he had run well into the mountain green but where was he. Rubbing his temple he figured the capsules were for his head. “Well if she was going to off me she would have done it already.” He picked up the bowl and began eating the yogurt and granola mix it was slightly sweet and his stomach growled as he gobbled the mixture. “How freak’n long have I been here?” He rubbed his temple as he popped the capsules into his mouth. Sliding higher he felt cloth, a bandage.


He patted further up and found his entire head covered in bandage. His scalp was tender as he started searching for a mirror, there were none on the walls or doors. The bathroom was small with a double vanity but a large tub. Pulling out a drawer a small mirror slid into view. Picking it up slowly, not sure what he would find He angled it until he saw all of the bandage. There was some light amber colored bruising around his yes, some cuts that appeared almost healed. Surprisingly the bandage to had been applied expertly. His whole head was covered but no sign of blood or stain. He tugged at the edge and it brought the pain of his headache to the front. He went back for the smoothie to wash down the capsules, bitterly dissolving on his tongue.


The smoothie was quite-delicious, and soon his headache subsided. He felt his legs and started walking toward the door. Tiredness overwhelmed his brain and he swooned slightly. He quickly found a chair and sat. “Geez I can’t even walk a few feet, WTF?” His frustration grew as his thoughts began racing, and where is that woman? Where is my watch, my things and why are there are no clocks in here. Flustered he moved back to the counter. The note now read, “very good. Very, very good,” with a smiley face.

A smiley face? Really? Wait how did she write a new note? I need to lie down this doesn’t make sense. He walked around the corner of the kitchen. “There’s another room?” Heavy drapes hung in the doorway rippling slightly as he moved toward them. He brushed back one side of the drape to see another drape. He squinted, pulling his head back. “What now,” as he brushed the next drape aside then the next and the next and the next. He stopped, he realized he felt better, stronger. He turned and looked back the way he came. “Feel more like I could walk now.”


As the thought came he felt a coolness hit his feet. “Oh damn it man, no shoes!” His fist balled, pushing the blood out while squeezing a hot white beneath his skin. He sighed, took a breath and released it. Taking another breath and turning back to the drape in front he pushed it aside, again another drape but attached to this one a note. “The answers you seek lie ahead, not behind.” He rolled his eyes, and called out,  “can we stop playing these games so I can go home,” and he pushed forward. Another curtain then another and another. He grabbed the next one and stopped. The bright colors, the old world design, the scent of candle wax.  From way back, he remembered the stories. An old wives tail meant to keep the kids from exploring the woods.


“She’s a witch and she eats children,” Tom’s mother used to say. “Don’t go deep into the woods, the Marquesa gypsy is there waiting to make you her one and only.” His brother would poke him in his pudgy belly and laugh. He remembered feeling intrigued by the thought. A beautiful gypsy, in the woods who would take you away and make you her own? He remembered trying to hide his excitement at the idea by laughing and telling his older brother to “shut up dumbo!” So, so long it had been since he heard the stories. He had forgotten until he saw this ornate drape. He heard a voice, somewhere nearby, “don’t let your curiosity fade now, just a bit further.” Wanting to yell back at the voice he paused, shook his head and decided enough was enough. He started pushing forward harder and harder, faster and faster. Curtain after curtain he parted. He stopped counting as they blurred and time passed. Sweat began to pour and breathing heavier and heavier. He stopped asking why and just pushed ahead. The drapes felt endless but he kept pushing through. He didn’t notice how time itself seemed to change or indeed how very far he had gone. Dimensions, time and space bled into one another as the drapes began passing by faster and faster but he barely noticed. Then the next curtain lifted and he was out. Not one to be claustrophobic, but the sight of another room brought sweet relief. He bent over with his hands on his knees as if it was the end of a long run. Sweat dripping from his face.


The room was warm and candle lit. A round table in the center of this small but opulent room. He stood up sighed and began to look around. He was so fatigued by pushing and pulling the heavy fabrics he sat at the table and laughed. “All I wanted was a good run.” He leaned over and put his head in his hands. A soft, firm hand slid onto his shoulder. “Are you sure that is all you wanted?” Her voice was full, smooth and silky. He thought he should be startled but couldn’t muster the energy to be. He looked up at her. The candle light reflecting off her. She was a vision of bright bright scarves wrapped around her. Golden hair shining and her green eyes piercing.


You gave me quite a scare my pet. When you slammed into the side of my home I feared it was a bear. I ventured out and found you unconscious, lying on the wet ground. You were badly banged up. What were you doing playing Tarzan? Ah hahahahaha…” Her laugh rang in his ears and a smile spread across his lips. Thank goodness you were able to rise and walk inside once I revived you.


“I don’t remember, walking…, I don’t remember anything until last night.”

You have been in and out. Some days better than others but always getting stronger. “ How long have I been here?” Oh you’ve been here quite a while she smirked.  Luckily I have the medical skills to bring you back to health. “Well I am thankful um, for your kindness but I uh, huh. Forgot what I was saying.” You were about to say that you need to get going but, I think there is something else you need. “You do?” You want to know your future yes? You have so many questions about yourself and where you want to go. I can answer them for you. “Now look, I am so glad you found me and took care of me but there are people who…” His voice trailed off as her hand waived in the air. Be silent she said, I know more than you realize.


She walked around the table and sat down across from him. She tugged at the edge of the large speckled sheet that covered the table and whipped it away with a magicians ease. A large glowing crystal ball appeared and a giddiness arose. “I, I guess I can indulge this with you, then, uh get going.” She smiled knowingly, of course, she smirked. She waived her hands with ballerina like grace and began chanting low and in an ancient dialect. The crystal ball seemed to almost groan as it stirred. It turned darker with an eery swirling. “You sure know how to set a stage lady, I give you that,” he quipped. Her eyes turned white and he stopped blabbering.


You have come a long way in your life, she said in a sing song tone. You have overcome being bullied, being overweight, being timid and being poor. You have become incredibly healthy, wealthy and wise. However, her voice began to ebb and flow like waves of the ocean. You have not found what you seek. You go unfulfilled, your more primal needs have been left wanting. Stare into the crystal ball and tell me what you see. He looked up at her with a wary side glance but then did as he was told.


The ball seemed to almost open up as he stared deeper into it. Images of his childhood flew by. His awful high school days, being called a geek and feeling outcast, then blossoming in college. Going on to start his own business, becoming a millionaire by 30 and meeting the woman of his dreams for it only to end in divorce. He sold his company, his house, bought an expensive RV and had been exploring. He shook his head slightly, “this has all been, truly a fascinating…uhm, huh,” he chuckled, “I uh, forgot what I was about to say again.” No you didn’t, her voice more commanding now. Why don’t you sleep for me now and surrreeeeeender. He felt his stomach drop like it used to do on the roller coaster as it crested the first hill and fell, the G-force floating him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he felt the deepest relaxation come over him. Now, ask me what you truly mean to ask me my pet. “Yes,” he said. “Are you the Marquesa gypsy of the wood?” Yes, she purred. “I thought so.” His heart began beating faster and his breath quickened. “I think you are beautiful.” I know my pet you have already told me so much when you went deep for me over the past 3 months you resided here in my care.


You have divulged your desire to worrrsh-ip me and become my chosen captive slave. You were so weak and needed to regain your strength so I waited taking you. Having crossed the veil you are deep within my sacred chamber. For me to take you however you must come willingly. On the count of 5 you will be wide awake, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, wide awake. Her fingers snapped like a firecracker and he awoke.


Now my pet, you must choose. Do you wish to stay with me or go back to your, life, as it…was. He took in a deep breath and began to speak. Don’t even begin to try and say people will be looking for you. I saw it all in the crystal ball. No one knows where you are or will even miss you for quite some time. Your fate was set once you discovered the hidden entrance to my little piece of paradise lost. Her words seemed to not even be coming from her beautiful lips any longer but from inside his mind.


He looked down then looked up at her amazingly, glowing, ethereal face. “What do I have to do?” He said in a resigned yet relieved tone. Simply tell me that you willingly yield and wish to stay with me forever or get up and find your way back. Her chuckle so soft and barely noticeable.  His mind raced, she was right. What did he have to go back to? Would this be his fantasy? Would this..Before he could he could think anymore he found himself on the floor, at her feet. Please oh please gypsy of the wood, I willingly yield and wish to stay with you forever! He had acted so spontaneously it was as if he was out of his own body watching him fall to his knees, the words rolling of the tip of his tongue. Very goooood, she said.


His eyes grew wide as the scarves that wrapped around her began peeling off. It pulled back to reveal not many scarves but only one very long one. As if it were a snake it moved, slithered and slid. It began revealing her entrancing body. Her voluminous breasts began to show themselves while the scarf uncurled from around her. His eyes caught by her magnificent cleavage, paid no attention to the scarf encircling round and around him and and abruptly binding him tightly. It felt constrictive but secure and warm almost like a heavy blanket wrapping itself around him. You may have stared into my crystal a bit too long my pet. It seems the true submissive side of you has sprung out. He found himself pulled back and up into the chair he had left only moments ago. She rose and almost floated to him. You will be a very nice addition to my collection she purred. Her eyes gazed into his. Her hands cupped his face. Her silky gloved fingers began stroking his cheeks. Look deeply into my eyes my pet, deeper and deeper. He couldn’t help himself. He felt as if he was being pulled out of himself. I couldn’t fully take you until you agreed of your own free will. Now there will be no free will of yours left to have. She stroked his cheeks and moved her lips close to his. Her smell engulfed his nostrils and filled his now gaping mouth.


As she drew in a breath it felt as if his was being sucked out as her fragrance came in. Her pleasured moan was primal.This is what your family warned you about my pet. Don’t be dismayed, only those who truly wish to give me themselves to me find me. He felt his member begin swelling as she took another breath. Oh yes my pet. You want to touch that throbbing piece of meat between your legs but not yet. I want more of you first. She drew in another breath and another and another. He felt his energy draining. That’s riiiiight you grow weaker as I grow stronger. The scarves began falling as he succumbed more and more. His hands now free but could not be moved. He only wanted to gaze deeper into her eyes. Yes my pet she crooned. Now, take out that cock of yours. It has been so eager to cuuum oouuut. He did as she said unzipping and grasping his now engorged cock. His heart racing and her eyes seeming to engulf his view.


Now stroke for me my pet, stroke away your last bit of free will and be forever mine! He winced and began stroking feverishly, running his hand up and down his shaft. Easy my love, she whispered into his ear. Make that little last bit of will aaaaasssst….mmmmmm, she said teasingly. His hand slowed as his expression became more vacant, he moved robotically. Now my pet, repeat after me, I love you my gypsy Marquesa. He repeated in an almost robotic tone. Stroke a little faster. He began speeding up. I am now your willing and ensorcelled slave. He again repeated her word for word. Stroke faster. He sped up more. I give up everything I have to you. He repeated faster and more desperately. Stoke faster! He sped up and began moaning. I cum now for you Marqueeeesaaaa, he could barely speak as mouth fumble and spat out the words. “My life, my body and my soul.” He cried out her words. Now cum! He spasmed, called out her name as all went totally black.


He woke to the candles extinguishing one by one. Light headed and giddy with

the snake scarf again securely around him, he smiled. She walked around him running her hand across his shoulders. She tugged at the scarf and he felt his chair roll backwards across the bare wood floor. I have a special place for you my pet. I shall fetch you when I have need of you. His head swam as her footsteps clicked. He felt the hood of the energized sweatshirt pull down over his eyes and heard a door softly close shut.