Journeying into "Time of Old," 
a True Story

  
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By Cleo Dubois of the Academy of S/M Arts
Cleo@cleodubois.com 
http://www.cleodubois.com 
Tel: (650) 322-0124

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Some memorable night last summer on a Saturday night at a play party I watched an urban leather cowboy sliced off with his swords the white gown of a dark fiery woman. She was shackled, strong, powerful and helpless. I got very turned on. The energy of their play connected with me. The sword master's skill level was evident. He and the "damsel " in distress danced together with the long steel blades.

Later that evening I approach the Sword Master and expressed my desire to experience this magic disrobing. I was only staying in town a few more days.

After very minimal negotiation - after all we are both seasoned players - it was agreed that I will be picked up and brought to a private party where I was to wear something that could be disposed of. I went thrift store shopping and was lucky to find a little cotton black dress that did fit me well. I wanted to honor the Sword Master and decided to wear that exquisite matching French lace set I had gotten in Paris.

Community folks had gathered in a lovely home with high ceilings. The conversation was lively. After what seems to me like a very long while the Sward Master and the Whip Master opened their play bags and started to practice single tailing a hook suspended by a chain to the large living room ceiling. The guests, mainly women sat at watched; a very different style than the casual California flavor I play in my circle of intimates.

The music from Gladiator was filling the room along with the cracking of the bullwhips. Both men were obviously very skilled. I was sitting in my chair wondering when the play would start when all of a sudden I heard: "Bring me that one " Two tall men grabbed me off my seat to the whipping area marked by two chains with clips. I did not try to resist much. Leather restraints were quickly put on my wrists and the "sword dance" started. Took me awhile to stop thinking about the other women, who were watching. Were they bored, envious?

And then the blade made contact with my skin, a steel caress. The Sword Master ran two long blades one on each side of my neck and down my body at once. He had my entire attention and yet a part of me full of defiance made my hands smaller and I wiggled my wrists out of the cuffs and started to run. I wanted to fight. The huge man brought me back. He and the Sword Master were not pleased. The sword dance continued... pieces of my dress were flying away as my spirit soared. I fell under the spell. My body dancing towards the blades and then away from them, only to come back wanting to feel their dangerous caress again.

Please Sir, please let me feel your swords please. He crosses the swords one over the other, lift them towards my neck. That is when the SHIFT happened. That very gesture was the door to another time, where another body of mine was. I want to call his my Lord. In this place that is not a place and that time that is not a time. Sir was not the right word. Lord was. Here I am a young dancing girl, timeless, svelte, sensuous, proud, defiant and knowing I am to be tamed like a captured wild cat. French words filled my brain. I want to resist and yield both at the same time; I crave the knife on my flesh, on my neck. Electric memories, I find myself begging and naked. I remember being handed to the Whip Master, blindfolded. I feel the exquisite caresses of tiny flames, growing. The face of my friend Kim who just died this very week smiles in my head. I had answered "a little when I was asked by the Whip Master how much I could take, and that is just what I got. Be careful what you ask for…

Then both men were running blades on my skin. "Have you ever wondered what it is like to have your throat slit? You are going to find out" These words are hot, scary, and bring me to tears. A thought: I do not want anything. I do not have what I want but I have what I need. I am free. The Whip Master cut the cracker off the single tail and tied it around my right wrist.

I flew home with it and kept it on for three days. I removed it before I entered my dungeon as Cleo Dubois. It was time.

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Copyright 2003

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