Thursday, August 27, 2015

Fly Free (A Post By Heron)

He stared up at the beautiful slave as he sat, one leg folded over the other in the arm chair in their bedroom.  She presented herself, hands clasped behind her head, legs spread slightly apart.  Eyes downcast.  A thousand thoughts raced through his mind as she stood before him.

He had loaned her out to another for the weekend.  The Mistress that he had given her to had pushed her hard.  Tested her.  Challenged her limits. Marked her.

Had he done the right thing? What if he had failed her?  What if he had not prepared her properly for what had happened? What was the look on her face?  Was she afraid that he wouldn’t love her after the things she had done? These thoughts ran through his head as he stopped, just short of touching her.

He knew there was only one way for him to find out.  He wanted to reach out, stroke her cheek, but he didn’t think that would ease the thoughts that were bouncing around in her mind.  He wanted to release her from worry, but he wasn’t sure how.  So he did the only thing he knew how to do….

When he rose and moved towards her she flinched slightly. 

He spoke to her cruelly asking if the marks belonged to the Mistress.  She could only nod.  He touched her tits.

“Did the Mistress whip these?”

“Yes sir”, she barely whispered.

Moving behind her, he touched the bruises on her butt.  “And did she leave these?”

Again she whispered, “Yes sir.”

Circling her again, he ran his fingers along her jaw and turned her head.  “What about the bruises on your neck? Did the Mistress have other men suck on your neck?”

The first tear appeared in the corner of her eye.  Again, she whispered, “Yes sir”.

“Did the Mistress allow men in your mouth?  Did you suck cock?  Did you swallow their come?”

Even as she nodded, the tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I know what you did and how many times.  You danced for other men.  You begged for their cocks.  And then you sucked them.  Didn’t you?”

More tears and a choked “Yes sir.”

He began to fire words at her. “Do you know what the Mistress was doing?  She was passing you around.  You were nothing more than a piece of meat. As a matter of fact, you had to beg like a whore.  Right?

She sobbed slightly, tears streaming freely.  “Yes sir.”

“You. Are. A. Whore.”

He spat the words at her.  He thought that this might be her greatest fear.  The look behind her eyes, but he wouldn't know until he spoke the cruel phrase. 

She tried to hold her position, but as she heard his words she broke and began to sob uncontrollably. 

“No”, he said forcefully, raising his voice for the first time.

“You will not cry.  I will take all of those marks back.  You belong to me and it’s time I reclaim you.”

He held her for a moment, allowing her to regain her composure.  Holding her close.

Placing her back in position, he examined her breasts and asked her what the Mistress had used to whip her tits.  When she replied, he grabbed the implement from his bag.  “I’m going to whip them harder.  These are mine”, he said simply.

He used the leather on her tits as she sobbed.  He stopped using the leather only after the breasts were an angry bright red.

Then he bent her over.  Grabbing a cane, he walked back over to her.  “Your ass is mine.  I will not stop until I have covered all of her marks.”

He struck her over and over.  She sobbed freely, but didn’t move, even as he crisscrossed her ass with welts.  

When he was satisfied that he had covered the Mistresses bruises with marks of his own, he stopped.  He could only stare at her.  She was bent over, sobbing and shaking.

“Move to the bed”, he ordered.

Sobbing softly, she did as required.

He positioned her and traced the barely visible words on her stomach.  “What did this say,” he asked, even though he knew the answer.  For the Mistress had written two words on her midriff.  The words noted her for what she was. She had been required to parade around with it all day for everyone to see. 

She could barely bring herself to say the words, “Cum slut, sir.”

He grabbed a marker and moved next to her.  He wrote over the words to supply his own…Heron’s nyghtbird. She couldn’t help but smile, as he said, “There.  Now I own that as well.”

He traced the bite marks on her thighs.  She winced in pain as he did so.  “Did she bite you?  Did she mark you with her teeth?”

“Yes,” she replied softly.

He lowered his mouth to her bruised thigh.  He kissed the wound softly and she moaned.  He took her hand and placed it on the side of his face.  “This is going to hurt.  I’m taking that bite mark as my own and it may make you scream.  I want you to push me away when the pain is too much.”

He looked at her once and then his teeth covered the bruise.  He heard her cry out, not caring how much it hurt her.  Harder and harder he bit, waiting for her to push him away.  His teeth dug into her and he felt her hand on his face begin to move.

To his surprise, she cupped the back of his head and pulled him down harder on the wound.  He increased the intensity and heard her gasp in pain, but still she held him to her flesh.   Finally, afraid that he would draw blood, he pulled himself away from her and stared at her.

She was panting, but he understood the look in her eyes all too well.

He moved on top of her.  She moaned softly and greedily as he slowly slid himself into her. 

Then he grabbed her head and turned, exposing the marks on her neck. Whispering softly, he said, “Your neck is mine.”

He lowered his mouth to the bruises. She gasped as she felt his lips touch her neck.  First he kissed the marks softly, then biting and finally sucking hard on her neck.  Once he was satisfied that he had covered the bruises with his own, he turned her head the other way and lowered his mouth to her again.

Then he was sucking and biting again in an attempt to erase all traces of the men who had marked her.

Finally satisfied, he turned her head to face him.  “Look at me,” he ordered.

She faced him, barely able to look in his eyes.  

“All of the marks that were made have been covered with mine.  There is nothing that you did, that you weren’t supposed to do.  You were required to obey.  To submit.  My marks will erase any guilt, for there should be none.  My marks take away any self-doubt, for you were required to serve her.  My marks take away any thought that I would not love you. Do you understand?”

She nodded.  Tears began to fill her eyes once again.

“Do not cry my love,” he whispered as he kissed her softly.  He moved his hand underneath the small of her back and pulled her tightly to him. He began to kiss her again and again.  She responded hungrily.

Their bodies began to move together.  A harmonic dance they’ve practiced thousands of times before.  He knew her body well and could tell she was nearing her climax.  “When you orgasm,” he said to her, “You are my cumslut.  You are my whore. You were not marked by anyone but me.  You are mine!”

With his words, her orgasm neared, “Please sir may I come, “she cried out.

“Fly free my nyghtbird,” he whispered softly in her ear.

And she did.


  1. Wow!! Thank you Heron, for sharing your thoughts, your actions, your weakness "did I do right? Will I do right? ". Thank you! This was beautiful.

    1. I'll be the first to admit that this was a learning process for both of us. Thank you so much for reading.

  2. Oh Heron, this was great, and LG I know returning home Sunday was tough but once again your master, your love, he is amazing, you are both amazing. Hugs to you both. K

    1. Thank you K. I think that Sunday allowed us to connect on a intensely deep level. Don't tell her I said it, but Nyghtbird is the amazing one!

  3. And the world rights itself again.

    Thank you Heron for such a wonderful end to this amazing journey you have taken lg on. There is just something so special about knowing what is needed and delivering on your promise to her.

    1. Thank you.
      A lot of times we feel our way through this journey. Honestly, I wasn't sure how to begin once I saw her. However, this was one of those times that the feeling, of what needed to be done, was so strong, that to deny it was an impossibility. Once we began, judging by her responses, I knew it was the right thing to do.

  4. Beautiful.


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    1. I'm humbled by your response. Thank you.

  6. I take my hat off to both of you. An incredible amount of love and trust were necessary ........ and it evident. Congratulations to you both.

    1. Thank you for the comment. I believe the only way that Nyghtybird and I make it through is through both love and trust as you mentioned. This type of journey only strengthens both.

  7. You've both shared an amazing weekend, thank you.

    1. Thank you for the comment. It was certainly an amazing (and interesting!) weekend.

  8. Thank you both for sharing so much of the weekend with us. xx

    1. Thank you for the comment. I was hesitant to share this from my perspective, believing this to be Nyghtbird's journey. It was Nyghtbird's encouragement (and several readers as well) that made me realize it was right to include my perspective at the end.

  9. Wow! What a perfect ending to Nyghtbirds Flight. Heron you should be commended. Your love for each other is higher than the highest perch. Just beautiful.

    1. Thank you so much Anon and I couldn't agree more. Heron orchestrated a perfect ending to this experience, which was very important in helping me accept everything that had happened. I am so glad that our love for each other shines through to our readers:)

  10. “I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.” ... you guessed it ~ de Sade

    Heron & his Nyghtbird,
    Your posts regarding the weekend of the "loan" were read with such anticipation, dread and ultimately pure satisfaction that I had to process it a bit before posting a message to you both (so I can only imagine the amount of processing you had to do NB). I have read so many of your beautiful words, NB, that I have often felt your joy, pain and complete & utter elation as if it were my own (a bit of wishful thinking on my part)... these posts were no exception! You are by far and away a talented woman, on every level. Pride is too humble of a word for what you and Heron should feel.

    I will admit I was on the edge of my seat and fear filled my heart when I started to read Heron's post... I had no idea what the expect. The beauty in his words (and actions) had my heart in my throat and I felt it's beat down to my toes... the way he took you back was perfection. I could feel your relief when every part of your body was reclaimed by him.

    Thank you for sharing such a deeply personal and utterly titilating account of your experience.

    With my deepest gratitude for your unyielding commitment.

    1. Karen Doll,

      I am so happy to hear from you. You were quiet throughout the posts, so I wondered what you might be thinking or how you might be feeling about it all.

      You have no idea how humbling it is to read what you have written here to us both. To know that you can feel my range of emotions through my writing is such an amazing compliment.

      When I set out to recount this experience, I admit I was a little worried about how the details might be received. I am beyond grateful for the support that has been shown to us and I think in the end I was able to share more because of it.

      Thank you for being a part of this journey along with us!!


  11. beautiful and breath taking.....that's all one can say thank you both so much for sharing this personal part of your life...smiles

    1. Blossom, thank you so much for your very kind comment. It has been a pleasure to share this story and we truly appreciate the support all of you have shown:)

      I hope you have a great weekend!!