Free Heart of Stone by Arwen Jayne Page B

watched
patiently as tears began to flow down her cheeks. “It’s alright,
just go with it, it’s part of the process”.
    After a few moments more he gently
tapped her on the shoulder. “Open your eyes, that’s enough for
today. It’s time you were assigned your path and given your way
name.”
    Tyra looked at him quizzically. “Way
name?”
    “ My way name is Aris. I
anglicized it to Harris to form the surname which your society
requires me to have but the original Aris actually means left. It
was given to me when I was chosen for the left-hand spiritual path.
Some mistake it as an evil path. Some of your kind even try to make
it so. At its most essential it’s the path of liberation through
non-identification with arbitrary values. Thex translates as right
in our language. He follows the right-hand path of a protector,
fighting for justice and cosmic order.”
    “ I’m guessing I’m somewhere
in the middle”.
    “ And you would be totally
right.” He placed a hand on her heart. “I hereby give you the way
name of Filia”.
    “ I’m hoping that’s not a
horse, I was never into ponies as a girl”
    Simon cackled with mirth. “Thankfully
not. It is the path of love and compassion. Your goal is to connect
with the limitless love and light of the all-spirit.”
    Tyra wasn’t too sure on all this.
“That’s a rather a tall order Simon. I don’t have to change my name
or anything do I?”
    Simon bent forward and kissed her
lightly on the brow. “No, you can use the name however you choose.
For now all I ask is that you do a daily practice of the meditation
I just gave you. Speaking of practice the other thing we need to do
is to punish you”.
    Tyra jerked back startled. “You
what?”
    Simon gave her a truly evil smile “As
I recall, you didn’t do your practise with the mirror this morning.
I told you there would be repercussions if you forgot.”
     
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    Simon gently put Tyra’s hands in the
cuffs on the wooden frame in his lounge.
    While part of Tyra trusted him the
other part of her yelled at her that this was stark raving bonkers.
“This isn’t necessary Simon, I give my word I won’t forget
again.”
    “ Oh but I think it most
definitely is necessary.” He spread her legs apart and cuffed those
to the frame as well. He stood back and admired her naked
form.
    “ Um...I might catch
cold.”
    He pulled a few things out of a nearby
chest of drawers. “You won’t feel cold in a moment. I assure you.”
He put down his armload of stuff, extracting from it a black padded
blindfold.
    Tyra winced at the sight of it. “I’m
feeling vulnerable enough as it is, I don’t need a blindfold to
make it worse”.
     
    Simon didn’t pause for a moment in his
preparations. He placed the mask over her eyes and stretched the
strap over the back of her head “comfy?”
    “ Yes, but...?”
    “ Relax, I know you trust me
Tyra or you would have been screaming and struggling as I tied you
to the frame just now. So believe me when I say I’m going to do
nothing to hurt you.” He put his right hand in a velvet glove and
stroked it over her body. “Now tell me how that feels. What do you
think it is?
    “ It’s kind of warm and
soft, a bit like fur. Maybe velvet?”
    “ And how does it make you
feel?”
    “ Um it’s comforting,
reassuring...This is not so bad is it?
    “ Not bad at all. Would you
like to try some other textures?”
    “ Yes please, this is
actually fun”.
    “ There’s just one thing
though Tyra, when you are tied to the frame there is no equality,
it’s please ‘Sir’. Is that clear?”
    “ Ah, yes, Sir”. She
giggled.
    He replaced the velvet glove with a
silk one, he reached around her to rub it over her
nipples.
    “ Uh! It’s cold! Feels like
silk”.
    “ Very good, you’re good at
this aren’t you slave?”
    “ Slave? I don’t think
so...Sir!
    Simon chuckled. “Can’t blame me for
trying”. He changed the silk for leather, this time on both hands.
He caressed her