January 6, 2001
"Judith"
I used to chat on CompuServe with a woman named
Judith. She was dominant and we would discuss or "act out" our fantasies online.
One of my favorites was about her cave.
She told me that she had a sort of cave-like room in her backyard that she used
for storage. My fantasy was that it would become my cell. When we arrived at her
home, I would be taken into the room. It would have a heavy wooden door with a
bolt on it. The walls would be bare stone. There would be nothing at all in the
room except a pair of handcuffs hanging from the stone ceiling by a heavy chain
which is bolted to the ceiling. Judith chains my hands above my head and then
leaves me, bolting the door behind her.
The hours pass slowly for me, of course, with nothing to do but stand there. The
temperatures are dropping too. It's not cold enough to be dangerous, but
certainly cold enough to be quite uncomfortable. Around dusk, Judith returns.
She's wearing an exquisite black mink coat and looks very warm. She is smoking a
cigar. She has also brought a servant with her. A girl of maybe 18 or 20. She is
carrying a large, evil-looking knife. As Judith watches, the servant cuts my
clothes off. Within a few moments, I'm nude and shivering in the cold. Judith
caresses me with a leather-gloved hand. The caresses are firm as you might rub a
dog's head or a horse's back. That's what I am to her: a cherished animal.
Judith puts the cigar to her lips and then gives me a deep kiss, filling my
lungs with the warm cigar smoke.
When our lips part she explains the kiss, "Something to keep you warm tonight."
With that she leaves me to the darkness and the cold.