Lesson Fifteen!
Letting Go!
Your instructor is Professor Taltos!
I am going to begin this week with a little
honesty check. All those who are guilty of procrastination please raise
your hand. Well will you look at that? I’m the first one to raise their
hand. Why doesn’t this surprise me? Because I know exactly what I have
been doing for the last couple of weeks. And I also know I have been
really neglecting the writing part of my life. I have a very valid excuse.
I have houseguests, and I have been spending all my spare time enjoying
them. That’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it!
Actually that’s only part of the truth. If the
whole story were to come out, it would say how I have a really hard time
writing smut. It isn’t that I don’t enjoy smut. But I believe it takes
a special kind of person to write the stuff. Once again I find myself
finding all kinds of reasons to not just sit down and do it. The truth is
I am terrified of failure. A trait I might add I share with a lot of
writers.
I’ll even bet there’s one or two of you that
have some brilliant stuff tucked away in a drawer somewhere. You know the
kind of stuff I’m talking about. There it sits just waiting to be
discovered, which will happen some time after you have left this planet.
This is the way it happens, and it happens a lot. So those of you who have
some such material kicking around, for crying out loud please get brave
(just like I did), and send some of it out to publishers.
Now back to what I was saying about
procrastination. I found myself going back and rearranging my lesson plan
for this week. I would write it, then rewrite it, and then end up throwing
it out…a step I’m afraid I repeated far too many times. I decided I
had to give up writing. I mean, whom was I trying to kid? It was obvious
to me I simply couldn’t write.
It was right about then that, (yes I’m going
to say it), the little voice in the back of my head started to chuckle. I
swear I even heard some tsk, tsking going on. “What do you think
you’ve been doing for the last couple of years?” I heard it loud and
clear, I swear I did. “What would happen if you took the story part out
of an erotic story?” I never said my little voice didn’t beat around
the bush. That question was followed with, “Or what would happen if you
took the erotic part out of an erotic story?” I had to admit this was a
good question. The answer was simple when it was put like that. With
relatively little brainwork, this is what I have come up with so far. I
would like to point out that I got this one in relatively short order; my
little voice should be proud.
The message was loud and clear to me. If it
isn’t clear to you yet, don’t feel bad. My little voice has a very
unique way of putting thing.
The answer is, if you take the story part from
an erotic story, it is incomplete. The same is true if you take out the
erotic part. Without one or the other you would end up with either a lot
of sex going on for no reason, which would be really funny, but not a turn
on. Or you would have a story that went on and on going nowhere in the
end.
So the solution to my problem was actually easy.
All I had to do was look at this as a story. My job as a writer is to
write the story. Hopefully I do my job well enough that the story makes
sense to you. It’s the same thing I’ve been doing for a long time now.
Just because there’s a little sex in it doesn’t change the fact that
this is a story.
As I pointed out in the beginning of my lesson
plans, I wasn’t sure how long it would take to cover the subjects I
wanted to in the chat rooms. For the rest of this lesson and into lesson
sixteen I will be introducing you to my adventures with the Raven. I want
to give you at least a wee look into the role-playing rooms.
If you find yourself coming along with the Raven
and I to the castle, then I have done my job as a writer properly.
The following is the story of the Raven and
his Mistress Lilith (a name I allowed the Raven to give me).
The Castle
The view from the horse drawn coach is dark and
almost eerie. Tall oak trees line the edges of the road the coach is
traveling on. The woman riding inside is impatient for the long ride to be
over. It has been far too many nights since she had the comforts of her
own surroundings. On the way
the coachman informs her that the slave Raven waits for her in her
chambers. A bit of news he had picked up from the commoner’s grapevine.
It has been a long time since she has last seen him. She finds herself
looking forward to seeing him again. Even though she is the Mistress
Lilith of The Castle Zorta, her own life wasn’t necessarily her own. She
couldn’t always have the time to do as she wished. But that only meant
her private time was appreciated that much more. She sat a little more
forward as they rounded the final turn to home.
Smiling softly to herself, Lilith walked up the
staircase to her chambers. She knew the wait for tonight would be worth
it. (It had better be!) It was no surprise to see a bath had been prepared
for her. The soft bath crystal scents greeted her as she walked into the
room. Standing at the end of her big over stuffed bed was Raven, the male
servant she had bought shortly before she had left on this trip. He had
been allowed to go to his kin for a short period of time. He was needed to
help them work their farm. This kind of agreement was common and kept
things running smooth in the land of Zorta.
As Lilith looked at the rugged looking man, she
knew why he was called the Raven. There was something wild and untamable
about him. It wasn’t his attire. He wore a common style blue jeans
(it’s my fantasy) and simple t-shirt; his feet were bare. No, it was
simply something about the man. His stance, his eyes, his aura if you
will, it all gave one the impression of a wild animal. And Lilith knew
that, as a wild thing he would die before allowing his spirit to be
broken. But breaking him wasn’t what Lilith had in mind. She needed a
man who could understand his post and still be a man about it. Not a
puppet she could make do anything she wished. Her world demanded she be in
control at all times. And Lilith took her duties very seriously. What she
really needed was someone to take control for her at times. Someone she
could trust with her life. So far her time with Raven had been limited.
Lilith felt she had made a wise purchase in the Raven, but tonight would
be the telling factor.
The Raven stood and waited for her to make the
first move, as a good slave would do. “Where have you been?” She
hadn’t raised her voice, but the tone left no doubt that she wasn’t
happy with him. But she wasn’t really angry. Raven immediately saw
through her pretence. Somehow she felt he wouldn’t be too worried if she
had been angry. She felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes
clashed.
“Forgive me Mistress. I was called away, as
you know and with your permission. My family were in danger of losing
their farm if I hadn’t helped. I thank you for allowing me the time to
go to them. Things have worked out, and I have returned as promised. I
return to honor you, my lady. It is with a happy heart I do so.”
As I read his words I wasn’t surprised to find
I had arrived once again to the marvelous world of cyber-sex. I have found
as time has gone by I have begun to maneuver my way through the channels,
and I arrive where I want to every time. My fears and phobias about the
whole situation have all but gone away. This trip in particular was going
just fine. Now I shall continue….
Raven stood and bowed to his mistress Lilith,
his eyes fully met hers now. She could see he was happy to be there.
Somehow she felt relief at seeing his pleasure; she wasn’t sure why. She
couldn’t deny she had wondered if he would return on his own, or was she
going to have to hunt him down. In her heart Lilith wasn’t so sure she
could punish a slave. The problem had never arisen, since Raven was her
first slave. All of the rest of her servants were employees. She would
have to take care that Raven wasn’t allowed to push the issue.
I believe this is enough for today. This is to
be continued, as they say. Hope to see you all then.
Until next time this is Professor Taltos signing
off.
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