Lowering him back into the clear water, I smiled as he shook his tail and swam off as if the entire battle of self preservation had only been a momentary interruption in a very normal day.Lowering him back into the clear water, I smiled as he shook his tail and swam off as if the entire battle of self preservation had only been a momentary interruption in a very normal day. I hooked the lure into the cork handle and tightened up the line before turning to start the outboard. I could leave now. He had been the only fish in hours of casting, but he was enough. The sun was rising higher now, the wind beginning to pick up, and I had driving to do. In the summer months, especially before I was to have an encounter with a submissive, I often spent such mornings at the lake. The serene beauty which surrounded me and the anticipation which accompanied each cast I made seemed to tune my mind and condition it, preparing it and me for what was to take place later in much different surroundings. My trip on this day would be to what the owners claimed to be the oldest continuously occupied frame plantation dwelling in the state. It had been converted into a Bed and Breakfast Inn several years prior to my first visit there, and the owners had carefully and beautifully restored the main house as well as the former slave cabins scattered around the property into tastefully decorated lodgings for guests. I had reserved the cabin called Sanco Pansy, named after a slave who had chosen to continue to live on the plantation even after his emancipation. The beamed celings and large fireplace made a most romantic setting which was enhanced by the excellent stereo and hot tub which were the only modern conveniences to conflict with the ageless warmth of the room. The cabin was nestled in a grove of old oaks and maples off to the left of the main house, just out of sight, and the other cabins and outbuildings were still further along the winding gravel driveway which wound around the old plantation. To retire to such a setting after a morning on the lake was in itself a most enjoyable experience, one which would only be enhanced by the delicious meal served family style in the large dining room in the main house. To add to that the marvelous opportunity of spending time with Ashley, one of the most beautiful and exciting hungrily submissive women I've ever known, made it an experience I would never forget. |