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Kathy walked slowly into the room, it was dark and very cool. She reached to the left to feel for the light switch, finally finding it and flipping it on. She looked around the apartment, remembering all the memories that she had there and wondering if she will ever be as happy as she was here. Not just here, but here with him. He had become the most important thing in her life and couldn’t imagine living a day without him, but it was all over and there was no going back, no matter how much she begged and pleaded with him.
She walked slowly to the bedroom to gather up a few things that were left that were hers, this was his place and she had to remove everything that was hers from it. It was killing her deep inside with every piece of clothing, pictures, and whatever else was hers as she slid each thing into a box. She would hesitate with each thing, hoping that she would wake up from this horrible nightmare that was happening to her, but she would never wake up, this was reality.
She walked slowly to the closet doors, which were made of mirrors. Catching a glimpse of her tear streaked face, she quickly wiped her face. Watching her reflection for a moment, her short stature, long red hair, and full figured body. Wondering why she wasn’t good enough to be in his life as she looked herself up and down. Her eyes finally meeting with her own in the reflection, the hazel eyes that he said he had loved to look into so much. Loving the way that his love was there in her eyes, melting his heart with every look. There was the reason for it falling apart, those eyes. He couldn’t handle the way he felt when he looked into them. They made him feel weak, but for her it only made her love him more, to see that love that he had for her. She quickly downcast her eyes again, not wanting to look at the reason for the break up.
Kathy grabbed the sliding, closet door and threw it open, seeing all her clothes gone, just two lonely shirts that she had left behind. These two shirts in admidst all these empty hangers made her begin to cry again. The shirts were his, but they had become hers over time. They were dress shirts of his, that she loved to lounge around the house in and he could never resist her in them. She reached out a hand to caress one of the sleeves, remembering one of those moments when he took over her and took her with the deepest of passions. A small smile coming to her face and then a huff of air being released from her lungs, realizing it was just a memory and will be no more. She reached up to grab the shirts off the hangers when she heard the front door of the apartment open. At first she was scared that it was someone breaking in, but then she heard that familiar sound of his keys being thrown on the kitchen counter and all the change from his pocket being put in a bowl, She thought she was going to faint, he had told her it would be the perfect time to pick up her things, as he would be out of town on a business trip.
She was frozen where she stood, not sure what to do. She took in a deep breath and quickly took the shirts and tossed them in the box. She stood there wondering how can she face him, how could she without breaking down again. Hoping that the crying she had been doing wouldn’t be showing anymore on her face. She just decided to face the music and just take her things and leave as quickly as possible. Snatching up the box off the bed and spinning around, almost jumping back seeing him standing there at the doorway of the bedroom they shared for two years. Her knees grew weak and her eyes fell to the floor quickly. See he wasn’t just her boyfriend, but he was also her Master and was used to falling to his feet whenever he came home. The urge to do so again was almost too hard to stop from doing. She quickly straightened her back and raised her eyes to meet up with his. Seeing those beautiful brown eyes, the most luscious eyes she had ever seen. She felt like melting into them, but she had to stay strong. “Hello Keith” she finally was able to get out of her mouth. “Hello lil.....Kathy”, him so quickly changing what he was going to call her. He was so used to calling her his lil kitty, guess it was hard for him too to change something that always seemed so natural.
They stood their gazing into each other eyes for what seemed an eternity, both of them going over every second of their lives together flashing before their eyes. She could feel the lump in her throat beginning to rise, trying so hard to hold it back. She knew in that split second that she couldn’t hold it anymore, she bolted past him with tears falling down her face, but before she was completely past him, his strong hand grabbed at her arm. He spun her around, the box of things flying to the floor. He pulled her in close to him, she could smell that familiar scent of him. She could feel the heat from his body on hers, she was beginning to cry and there was no holding it back. She had cried into these arms so many times before it was hard to hold back from melting into his arms and not doing the same thing again. He finally brought a hand up gently to her head and pulled it into his chest, and that is when she finally let it go. Sobbing like she had never sobbed before. His hand caressing her hair like he had done a hundred times before. She tried pulling away, only knowing that this would have to end and she would have to leave, so what was the use of this. But, he pulled her in closer, holding her tight. She finally gave up the fight and just melted into his arms.
With one full sweep his hands came up to her shoulders and thrusted her down onto her knees, him taking a few steps back. Looking down on her, her eyes immediately fell to the floor. This was all out of habit, not being able to control any of her actions, wondering if that is what it was for him too. He walked around her, examining her, like he had done so many times. Checking to make sure that his lil kitty was how he liked to see her. He stopped when he came to her feet that were neatly tucked behind her under her butt. She could feel the tips of his boots just barely touching her toes. She froze as she always did for him, when she was kneeling for him, closing her eyes softly, trying not to think about how she was moving out and how this would all end. She could feel him moving and his arms coming over her head. Then felt something cold and like metal being attached around her neck, knowing it must be jewelry, but why? Why would he be giving her a piece of jewelry on the last day they were to ever see each other? Was this to remember him by? How cruel, she had all her memories that she was going to have to deal with, but to have this now, a constant reminder.
Feeling him bend down to whisper in her ear, “Lil kitty this is to show you that you are mine, from now until the end of time, you were willing to give the one thing up that meant the most to you for your Master, and that was your Master, so if you will stay and be mine, i promise that I am yours also.” What the hell, the words melted her heart even more. This had been a test, she felt this feeling growing inside of her. How could he have done this to her, but his reason seemed so completely amazing. She was growing madder and madder at him for putting her through this. He clasped the necklace around her neck, she didn’t even bother to look down at it, she just flew to her feet and spun around to face him. “How could you do this to me? How could you put me through such hell? Keith, I can’t believe you would do this to me.” She kept going on and on, yelling and screaming at him with such rage. He just stood there looking deep in her eyes, finally raising one hand up to the necklace, lifting what she thought must have been a pendant, but it was far from some little trinket. It was a diamond ring, the most beautiful diamond ring she had ever seen, it was hanging on a thick gold necklace by a little piece of string. The diamond was set deep into a circle of gold that looked like rope. It represented the lifestyle they had shared together.
She looked up into his eyes, her mouth finally closing from yelling and also from being agaped at the ring. She looked at him with such question. He then slowly lowered to his knee before her, almost a look of shock coming to her face, never seeing him before kneel before her. He took the ring and snapped the little string with ease and slowly raised her left hand. Looking up at her, deep into her eyes, placing the ring at the tip of her finger and whispering softly, but soundly “Will you marry me?” With that she fell to her knees also. Crying and almost laughing at the same time, the joy she felt was so strong. Kathy whispering “yes, yes, yes” over and over again, he slowly slid the ring on her finger. They fell into each others arms, holding each other so tight. Living in the moment and enjoying it so much.
He finally raised to his feet, leaving a hand on her shoulder to let her know to stay knelt. He picked up the necklace again, from his other hand came a locket. One that was so thick and strong like the necklace was and slowly attached it to the chain. She glanced down at it, to see what it was. It was almost like a lasso, a constant loop of rope. “This is to represent the constant bond of being your Master that I am vowing to you now to do.” With that she couldn’t feel more at home than any other time in her life. She could feel her body relax for the first time in the weeks that they had spent apart. Everything was spinning through her head, when he reached down to lift her to her feet.
Once again standing before him, her head a whirlwind, not knowing what will happen next. He pulled her wrist behind her back and she felt the familiar feeling of the cuffs clamping closed about her wrist. He spun her around and led her to the other bedroom. The one that he had turned into a sort of dungeon a year before. It was completely black and dark. He led her in and shut the door behind him, closing them off from the rest of the world, knowing this room was sound proof a smile coming to her face remembering the discussion they had had about making it so.
He walked her slowly to the table in the center of the room. Took off the cuffs and laid her down softly on to it and binding her wrist in to the straps attached to the table, then moving down the table and binding in her ankles. He walked away for just a second to turn on a small lamp in the corner, never did give off much light, but always enough for him to see what he was doing. She closed her eyes softly, always doing so, because she loved the element of surprise that he would give to her.
He was quickly back at her side, sliding a cold metal piece down the inside of her thigh and up to the waist of her pants. With one full jerk he cut the waist band of her pants and then all the way down one leg. He then cut the other pant leg all the way down, she felt her pants fall off her body. He then did the same with the rest of her clothes, doing each starting off slowly and then quickly cutting them off. She laid there naked a small chill coming to her skin from the cool air of the room. She felt him step away and turn on the little space heater they had put in the room just for these occassions.
He was then quickly back at her side. She felt the cold metal back at her inner thigh, gliding down and then back up to her pussy, touching her clit ever so lightly. She knew what he was using. It was his favorite little dagger, she had bought it for him for their second anniversary, it was a silver handled one with rubies going all the way around it at the tip of it and a single diamond on the very tip. Lost within her thoughts of the dagger she was brought back quickly when the dagger flicked at one of her nipples. Sending a small bit of pain through her body, but loving every bit of it. Then he flicked the other nipple, making her flinch just a bit again, not wanting to flinch too much in fear of the sharp dagger he was holding close to her skin.
He glided it back down her soft skin and then let the cold handle fall upon her skin, his strong hand holding the tip of the blade. Letting the rubies glide against her skin, almost scratching her. All the way down her body and let it come to just before her clit, nestled in her pubic hair. Then he quickly and with a little force thrusted it deep inside her. The thrusting made her arch her back and then she quickly pushed her pussy back up to the daggers handle, wanting to take it all in. The minute she did so he pulled it out quickly and smacked the outside of her thigh. “Did my lil kitty forget who was in control so quickly and easily?” his voice harsh and quick. Kathy turned her head away from him in shame, having forgot the most important rule of them all, that he was the one in control and that he would give to her what he felt and knew she needed. He quickly brought his hand down to her chin and turned her head back to facing forward, “and no hiding lil kitty, never hide that face from my view.” “Yes Sir” the words coming from her lips so softly and barely a whisper. “Good, let’s not forget that again.”
He stepped away from her again, heard him rummaging through some things and then back at her side. She could smell the burning of the wax and a smile tried to come to her face, but she was afraid if it showed to him he would not do what he had planned for her. While she was holding back the smile it was quickly taken away by him, with the first drop of wax that landed on her nipple, making her take in a deep breath and gasp at the pain. The second drop hitting the other nipple, slowly letting her lips fall open and the gasp leave her lips easily this time. The droplets of wax falling over and over again, covering her tits completely, making the fire deep inside build more and more. The wanting to please him and to still be pleased.
Then all of sudden the feeling of the dagger at her skin again made her flinch and gasp, she tried so hard to hold it in, but there was no way of holding anything in today. He lightly scrapped the dagger up her belly and on to her tits, slowly removing a piece of wax at a time. Each piece giving a tug at her skin sending a sting through her whole body, sending her higher and higher. She wanted so much to reach up and grab him and taken him in her arms, but not only did the restraits hold her back, but so did her submission to him. She had learned long ago to hold herself back for him, so that he may be pleased with her and her self control. There was never a time when he would not let her have her pleasure, which didn’t always mean having an orgasm, but could just simply mean that he was pleased. Today was different though, she needed him so badly, like a lover, wanting to feel his body on top of hers. To feel his skin pressed up against hers, their chest meeting and melting as one.
He continued to peel the wax off, but she was off in her own mindset, and was barely paying attention to what he was doing. He saw that she was somewhere else and decided to bring her back to him quickly, by giving her clit a quick flick with the tip of the dagger. She was back to reality and was back to that fire that was burning deep in her pussy, needing to be relieved. He quickly spread her legs as far as they would go, “Now keep them there no matter what, is that understood lil kitty?” he almost barked at her, sending chills through her whole body. How she loved to hear him talk to her like that, showing the force that was deep inside of him to her in just his words. She nodded her head gently and whispered “Yes Master”. Loving more to be able to say those words again to him, to feel them roll off her tongue, thinking she must be in heaven, this is all she ever wanted.
He moved away from her again and she never felt him come close again, just the first sting of the flogger at her wet and swollen pussy. Gasping outloud, so loud that it echoed in the room. The slaps at her pussy started off slow and easy, building her higher, never having been taken this high before, unsure that she would be able to handle it. He struck again, biting hard on her lip, so hard that she felt a trickle of blood running from her lip into her mouth. Tasting the metal taste in her mouth, having learned from him the pleasure of tasting her own blood. Licking her lips quickly, taking it all in. Finally feeling him move up to her side, his face coming close to hers, “Are you taking what is mine?” and with that he was sucking on her lip where the little puncture was. Him taking all of her inside himself. Really feeling like they are one now with all that had happened that day, there was no way they could be apart again. She was a part of him and he was a part of her and that would be until the end of time.
She felt the flogger at her pussy again, it starting to convulse, wanting to let go of it’s sweet juices. He was striking her again and again, the moaning coming from deep inside herself. He finally let go of her lip and leaned into her ear, “Come for me my lil kitty!” With those words she felt the juices let go and begin to flow from her pussy, like his voice and those words held the switch to her. The convulsing and juices coming over and over again, gasping with each one, moaning a bit louder each time. He stopped striking her pussy, but the orgasms continued to roll out of her, she had no control of them, her head was spinning. Just when she thought they were beginning to subside, he struck her once more, taking one more from her, taking what was his. This one going so high and so quick that she dug her nails into her own skin, arching her back so much that it must have looked almost distorted. Her head thrown back as far as it would go, staying in this position for what seemed eternity as the orgasm continued like a wave in the ocean reaching for the shore of some distant land. Finally it coming to a low and flowing outward, her body so exhilarated but yet so relaxed and limp.
As she laid there in her ecstasy he released the restraints at her ankles and wrist, scooping her up, never once her even noticing what was going on. He slowly walked her out of the room and to the room they had shared for so long. He gently lowered her on to the bed, pulling back the quilt and sheets, sliding her limp almost lifeless body into the warmth of their bed. He gently laid her head on to her pillow and pulled the quilt and sheets up over her, tucking her in. He slowly walked around the bed and removed all his clothing and climbed in next to her. Wrapping his arms all around her and pulling her close to him, her nuzzling into him out of habit as she was half way to the land of sleep and dreams. He kissed her gently on her cheek and laid himself down and drifted off to sleep.
The two of them laying there all night in the same position, never once moving away from each other, like their subconscious minds never wanting to leave each others side either. Both of them dreaming of each other and the lives they will share together and had shared. Him always being her husband and Master and her always being his wife and submissive. The ending of this most grand day for the both of them showing them both that the ending may not always be the end.
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