The Crystal Bridge
Sunlight reflected off the prisms and surfaces of the bridge, shooting brilliant rainbows of colors in arcs that stretched from one side of the abyss to the other.
On one end of the bridge, the Dominant stood waiting, hand outstretched. On the other end stood the submissive, one foot on the bridge, the other on the edge of the precipice.
The Dominant spoke softly, but the words carried clearly to the submissive. “I cannot pull you across. I cannot push you across. I cannot come and get you. But I can wait for you here, and guide your steps across.”
The submissive took a deep breath, and stepped firmly on to the crystal bridge. The surface shimmered and rippled with reflected sunlight as the second step followed the first.
“Stop!” the Dominant’s word cut the air. “You can still return to your starting place, but with the next step, there will be no going back.” The submissive hesitated, eyes lowered, and then, one quick glance behind before eyes were raised to lock on the Dominant’s gaze. A nod from across the bridge, and the submissive stepped forward, hearing words spoken from heart to heart, feeling the hand that was guiding each step.
With each step forward, the crystal bridge crumbled silently behind the submissive, falling away to the powder of memories and distant past, carried swiftly up to dissolve in the current of the wind, until, with the last step off the crystal bridge, the journey began anew.
