MIDWINTER OFFERING TO THE EARTH MOTHER

BY LISA
LS314@hotmail.com

[ part 1 ]

I almost missed Lisa as she walked down the ramp into the main airport terminal. The airport was very busy but I had taken up a position where I could watch for her and yet she would find it difficult to see her. However, a group of men speaking some eastern European language blocked her from my view. It was by chance that I had to move to allow someone to pass me and as I turned my head I caught sight of her back. At least, I thought it was her.

I followed her at a discreet distance waiting to see if she would take the next step in her journey. This was a test.

I watched as she stopped by one of the doors to the outside world. I watched as she took a deep breath, looked around the terminal quickly and then reach into a pocket of her backpack and took out the wrap around sunglasses.

The sunglasses were special and I knew that. I had asked her to paint the inside of her glasses pitch black so that no light could get through. As she put the glasses on and fitted them closely to her face, I knew she could not see a thing.

Now it was time wait and watch. An anxious time for her. Would I be there? Would someone else pick her up? Would her nerves break and would she take off her glasses.

I waited for some time. Not certain how much time but I worked on a cross word puzzle to pass the time. She was determined. People jostled her, bumped into her and she reacted to every noise and voice. But she was determined. The glasses stayed on. She did reach up but only to adjust the glasses to fit more firmly.

It was time. I knew she had passed this stage of the test. I walked up behind her, held both shoulders firmly and spoke softly into her left ear, "Virgin sacrifice?"

Her body went rigid for a moment. "Ric?"

I let go of her shoulders and grasped her left elbow firmly. "Follow me but do not speak." I told her.

I walked slowly so she would not trip but it took just moments for her to place her trust in me as I led her to the car. I could feel her body relax and I felt a moment of satisfaction and pride. She trusted me. That was a better compliment than any spoken word.

I placed her back pack in the back seat and then helped her into the passenger seat.

"Hands behind you now."

She did as she was told and put her hands behind her. I adjusted them and locked her wrists behind her seat. She was unable to move very much and she had no defense. I smiled because I knew she could not see me. Just as I dreamed. God she was good!

When I sat behind the wheel and started up the car, I looked over to get a good look at my passenger. She was nervous but that was to be expected. And excited. Her breath came shallow and fast. I leaned over so she could feel my hot breath but I did not touch her. She reacted but not in a negative way.

The road out of the airport and through the traffic circles took all my concentration. The traffic was very heavy at this time of the day. However, I soon found the small country road I was looking for. It was more awkward by distance but there were few cars and I could relax.

I had no wish to speak at this time and she was under instructions not to speak until spoken to. I enjoyed the views both outside and inside the car. Later, perhaps, I would show Lisa more of the countryside, the hedges, the fields, the rolling, friendly hills. Later, when it was all over. If she wanted to and if she was able.

The cottage I had rented was a tourist trap and all dressed up to seem quaint but I knew it had not been there only 5 years before. Still, it was a good choice. There were no nearby neighbours so no one would be upset with her screams. The view over the hills and facing the Hill of Slane was superb. I wanted to see where the sacrifice would take place.

I escorted Lisa into her own room. I had placed a cover over the window on the outside so she could not see out and the door had a key which I could use to look the door from the outside. I left the backpack with all of her clothes and things in the kitchen. Now it was time for her to take the next step.

I unlocked her hands but left the glasses on. "Hand all your clothes to me. I am on your left side."

I watched her carefully. This was a new step for her and I wanted her to do it on her own as much as possible. She had to take the next step. She had to offer herself as a virgin sacrifice.

I was surprised because there was so little hesitation in her actions. She must have been thinking about this for some time. She really was determined to make the sacrifice.

Her jacket, and her sweater or jumper came first. She was very careful to keep the glasses on firmly. She knew I would cancel everything if the glasses came off without permission.

Then she took off her shoes and socks. She took a deep breath before she undid her jeans but she slipped them off - almost toppling over at one pint as she lost her balance. I reached out and steadied her.

I was standing slightly behind her to try and give her some sense of privacy. The bra came next but she was slightly stooped shouldered as she handed me the bra. It may have been because of the damp coolness of the room or a defensive reaction or a gesture of modesty.

She did hesitate with the panties. But she was determined and she pushed down her panties very quickly just to get it over with.

She stood for a moment with her arms vaguely covering the front of her and her shoulders were stooped and her head down. What would she do? Just in case she wanted to back out, I stayed quietly behind her so I could hand back her clothes if she asked for them.

Somewhere inside her, the need to fulfill her dream, her need to be the sacrifice and to suffer for the goddess, somewhere inside her she decided to take another step as the whip slave who longed to be.

She stood straight, put her hands down at her sides (although her hands were tiny little fists) and she turned around to face me. She stood at attention, not even breathing but she had done it. She had displayed all of herself to me.

After a moment, I asked softly, "Are you open?"

There was some confusion on her face as she wondered what I meant. Then it dawned on her. She spread her feet so that her vagina was open for inspection if needed or desired.

I placed her clothing very carefully on a chair nearby. Then I stood in front of her and carefully examined the small woman before me.

Small. Delicate. Small breasts with lovely pink nipples. Erect nipples. Her skin was flushed beneath the tan. Perhaps she was too cold. Perhaps she was embarrassed. It did not matter because I had no intention of waiting much longer.

I reached out with both hands and touched her flesh for the first time. She was warm but her body jerked nervously. To be expected. I was touching a part of her body she was not expecting. I held both of her hands. She was too tense and I wanted her to relax a bit more. I opened her fists and straightened her fingers.

Finally I leaned over and gently kissed her right cheek and whispered, "Lisa, you are terrific. I am so proud of you. You really have the courage to suffer and endure for your goddess.".

I gave her new instructions. "When you hear me knock on the door after I leave, take off the glasses and try and sleep. It will be a long night for you and you will need to be fresh."

I left her there, closed the door and knocked.

She would take off her glasses now and find herself naked, alone, and locked in a strange room. She would soon realize that she was helpless. No one can her screams. She had no way out, to escape. All of her options were closing down. Soon she will have no options at all. Soon, she would be bound hand and foot. Soon she would scream and scream and scream.