Captive Woman

I came across a comics book, long time ago, that was called 'The King of the World' by Wallace Wood. It seemed like an ordinary fantasy tale, set in some typical fantasy land at first, although more nudity there than usually. Suddenly a sequence from the book jumped out and struck me in the face. The main character meets a strange couple coming out of the woods. There is a man riding on his horse and in front of him walks a woman. The man is, partly, clothed and armed but the woman is naked. In addition to being completely naked, she is bound with a rope around her neck, like a leash.

I was shocked by this. Not only was it unusual and strange to see something like that in a comics book but also the thought of a man leisurely riding through the woods with a naked and bound woman by his side was something extraordinary. Even more strange was that the woman didn't seem to mind that much. The main character cuts her bonds later on as the man lies unconscious but she stays by his side. She seems perfectly happy being a naked and bound captive.

I have often imagined myself being that woman, walking naked in front of the man on his horse. It is hot under the trees and the light is green, coloured by the canopies. I am sweaty and my thighs stick together as I walk. Suddenly the man tells me I have delayed his progress. He is some kind of hero travelling round doing strange deeds and such. I am only his lowly companion. He tells me I have to be punished for this and my heart starts beating. I know what that punishment will be.

In the evening, when we camp and I have cooked for him and served him he tells me to prepare for my punishment. I kneel by a tree, put my hands on the trunk and stick my bottom out. He gets his whip, a vicious three tongued whip and with that whip he will punish me.

Later he binds my hands behind my back and my feet together and covers me with a blanket. My bottom smarts as I am lying there and it is not comfortable to be bound. Still I am content. I love him, I have to, and the soreness from his whip and the ropes on my, still naked, body is extensions of his will, his power and they are like his touch and I feel his presence in that.