Nancy walked along the path overlooking the ocean. The morning mist
obscured the view of the blue sea which stretches far beyond the horizon
on a clear day. All that was visible in the fog was the Hopewell Rocks.
These giant stone monoliths rise from the beach floor to a height of
over thirty five meters. The rocks tower over the seascape below. Their
imposing size and dominance over the coastal vista have made them a
major attraction in New Brunswick. And on this morning their ability to
penetrate above the thick carpet of fog gives them an almost mystical
appearance.

Yet for Nancy the rocks only significance on this day is that this is
where she was told to be. She had arisen very early to make the two hour
drive in the darkness to get there by the appointed time, 6:40 AM.
Indeed she had arrived much earlier. She had been sitting in her car in
the deserted parking lot for forty minutes. There was no one else there
which was not surprising in that an early Sunday morning in October is
not a popular time for travellers to be out. As the first light of early
morning broke through Nancy got out of the car to walk and wait.

The tension was almost unbearable. Every minute felt like an hour as she
walked along. She constantly looked at her watch. The hands were moving
so slowly that she wondered if the time would ever arrive. Several times
she thought to jump back in the car and race off. But she didn’t. She
waited. As she knew she must. Her need was too strong. For as great as
her fear was Nancy knew that by leaving she would only be returning to
the frustration and loneliness which had been a part of her life for so
long.

She was waiting for a man. A man whom she had not yet met but with whom
she had been writing and talking for the last six weeks. A man whose
words had inspired her to levels of curiosity and excitement which she
had never experienced before. A man whom she had come to call her
Master, whose domination she craved to feel with every fiber of her
being.

Her soul was alive with the need for fulfillment. As she paced along the
paved trail, she looked back on her life. She had married young, in her
teens. The relationship was a disaster from the start. He was a magazine
husband whose luster tarnished and rusted soon after the taking of the
vows. The next man in her life was an abusive alcoholic. She lived in
fear of him until she found the strength to get up and go. And lastly
was her husband whose love she had shared for over twenty years. He was
a man who treated her like an empress on a pedestal. And although it was
fulfilling in many ways, the relationship was very vanilla which left
Nancy with an inner yearning that was not being satisfied. She felt the
need to surrender herself, body and spirit, to a man who would take
complete control over her, if even for just a short time. Now that she
was free again she was determined to answer this calling which she had
denied herself for so many years.

She had searched for all the information she could find on D/s and bdsm.
This newly found knowledge only whetted her appetite more. But the first
attempts to make contacts turned her off. Her emails were answered by
unsavory men whose only interest was in degrading her. She was not a
doormat, a mindless being who would accept anything that came down. She
wanted domination not abuse. And she wanted a man with experience not a
rookie wannabe. After many months of searching Nancy met with a Dom from
the States. The sessions were enlightening for her. The physical aspects
were thrilling. She loved the powerless feeling from the bondage. She
enjoyed the pain. She felt fresh and alive while experiencing for the
first time the joys of submission. But although she had the utmost
respect for this Dom she did not feel that he was the one who would take
her to the level she desired. She wanted more. But she didn’t know how
to get to it .

Then she connected with Him. From the very first exchange of emails
Nancy was under his spell. His insights and perceptions amazed her.