“Call me in the morning, around eight our time. If I don’t get dressed now, Gideon might take the flogger to me. Of course that might not be a bad thing.”
The sisters giggled and Heaven looked up as Nash came into the room. She crossed to him and dropped to her knees, kissing his cock.
“I have to go too. I’ll talk to ya tomorrow. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Heaven.” The phone went dead and she clicked it off.
“How are things at home?”
“She was confused by my apology, Milord, but she took it. And I feel better for it.”
“Good.” There was an uncomfortable silence. “She give you all the news?”
“Yeah, a friend of ours is obviously announcing his engagement tonight. There’s a party of Jaguars’ people.”
“Are you sorry you won’t be there?”
“No, and yes. I’m conflicted, Milord.”
“Well, I think this is a good time for us to talk, then.” Dread filled her heart and she nodded. This was where he told her that maybe it was time for her to go home. During the past few weeks she’d not once freaked, or shied away from anything. She’d taken several public floggings from Sir Donovan and not panicked. And she loved being chained to Nash’s bed every night, and sleeping next to his warm, hard body. She especially loved giving him an early morning blowjob as he groaned under her.
But it wasn’t just the physical side. She loved it when he came in from work and would sit in his chair, or at his desk, and have her kneel beside him. He would stroke her hair and ask her about her day, ask her about her feelings. They’d talk about anything she brought up, and he didn’t shy away from asking questions, or berate her for not feeling as he thought she should.
Instead, he’d nod, then ask why she thought that way. Not once did he ever try to change her feelings, or tell her she had to believe as he did.
Some nights, after he’d chain her to his bed, he would hold her close, and ask her about her writings, about how they were coming along, and how they made her feel. He didn’t once ask to look at them, telling her they were her own feelings, and he wouldn’t intrude. But he wanted to make sure she was doing as he asked, that she was digging herself out of the hole she was in. Heaven knew she was doing just that. She was attached to him now, almost like she’d been attached to Shawn. The idea frightened her, because losing Shawn had sent her world into a nosedive. Would losing Milord Nash do the same thing? She was scared that it would, and she was afraid it was going to all come crashing down now.
“Tell me what you want, Heaven. Do you want to stay here, or go home?”
Her eyes widened. “You want me to choose? I thought you would.”
“I told you, Heaven, there’s always a choice for a sub. Tell me what you want to do.” When she didn’t answer immediately she thought she saw pain flash over his face and quickly disappear.
“We’ve never talked about it before, and I didn’t know how you felt. I want to stay with you. I feel there is so much you can teach me, and I… I need you.”
“I need you too, shorty. You’ve grown on me, in a very good way. There are still some things we need to work out, though, before we have a collaring ceremony.”
She tried to hide her disappointment, even though she knew he was right. When he spoke again, she felt as if he’d taken her in his arms.
“That doesn’t mean we won’t have a claiming ceremony, just the two of us, tonight, in the clearing.”
Her pleasure turned to dread. “The clearing? Can’t we do it here?”
“No, in the clearing. I want you to wear the red rope dress slave Celia made for you. Be ready at nine, and bring your notebook.”
“Why?”
“Because it represents some things we need to discuss, things we need to get straight between us.”
* * *
She thought about his words all day long as she wrote in her book, wondering what he wanted to do with it. She didn’t want him to read her notebook, for she’d written things she’d never told anyone, things that were intensely private. But it had helped her in her quest to understand herself, and understand why she did things.
Too focused on the physical side of things, and not giving a thought to the mental side. She wasn’t sure if that came from losing her husband so early in life, or having a mother who never thought of anything but herself.
At eight she took a bath, slathering her body in lotion before looking at the red rope dress. It was a halter dress, with the halter attached to a corset. The bra was built with three ropes, so that her breasts could be made available at her Master’s request. Two cupped each breast, and one ran near her nipples. The skirt was lengths of rope that hung past her knees, easily moved aside, or brought up to bind her wrists at Nash’s discretion.
When she was dressed, she went to the table and ran her finger along her notebook, wondering again what he had in mind for it. He appeared at nine on the dot, and after she’d kissed his cock in greeting, he attached her leash.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Milord.”
He led her out the door and through the house. Her nerves were on edge, and grew edgier as they neared the clearing. She reminded herself that she could trust Nash.
She was determined to let the ‘new her’ reign. She pushed her fears down and continued to follow him. When they reached the clearing, she frowned at what she saw. Sitting on the table was a metal bowl that looked to be about ten inches wide, and just as deep.
Nash stopped in front of the table, then tugged three times on her leash. She dropped to her knees.
“Do you remember when you came here, and I asked you what you wanted in a Master?”
“Yes, I remember. My answer is much better now, Milord.”
“What is that answer.”
“I want someone to care for me, to respect me and love me, and to guide me through my submission to him, taking us both to a higher level. And I want someone that I respect and can love, Milord.”
“Do you think I have those traits, shorty?”
“Yes, Milord.” She wanted to lean against him, to touch him and feel his body close to hers.
“And I, as the man that claims you as his sub, promise to care for you in all things, respect you, and be that guiding light that will help us both find our way. You still wear my training collar, but I want to add this to it.”
He fished in his pocket and offered her a box. “Open it.”
“Milord.” She felt as if she had no breath left in her body. Inside the box were four items. Two nipple rings and a slave ring for her hood piercing, all of them with small charms that had the initials Nash on them. There was also a slim silver chain with the same charm hanging from it.
“I claim you, Heaven. If you accept that claim, then I will mark you as mine by this jewelry. There are new rings for your nipples and your clit, and the chain to hang from your training collar, so all know that you belong to me, that I own you.”
“Yes, Milord, please.”
“Hands behind your back.” He lifted her as if she were a feather, putting her on the table. After he’d replaced the bars in her nipples with the rings, he had her spread her legs wide. Her pussy was soaked, and when he changed her jewelry to his slave ring she thought she would come. She held back as his fingers touched her delicate skin.
Within seconds he was standing before her again, attaching the silver chain to her slave collar.
“You’re mine now, completely. When your training is complete, we’ll change this collar out to a permanent one.”
“Thank you, Milord.”
“Thank you, Heaven. And now, as you begin the new part of your life, we have to bury the old. We’re going to burn the notebook, and every bad memory it contains.”
“What about the good ones that I wrote about, Milord? The ones about Shawn, and you?”
“Those you keep in your heart. But the bad ones, throw them on the fire with the paper and just let them fly away. There
is no room in your heart for the bad memories and me. And, since you’ve chosen me, they have to go.”
“I agree, Milord.”
“Put them in the pit and never think of them again.” She placed the notebook in the bowl. Nash poured on a small amount of fluid, then moved her away before tossing in a match. As the fire lit, he bound her hands behind her with the ropes from her dress; then he took her to the far edge of the table, bending her over and entering her quickly.
“Milord, yes.”
“Who do you belong to, Heaven?”
“To you, Milord. Only to you.”
“That’s right. You’re mine.”
She watched the flames build as he thrust in and out of her. Her old life went up in smoke before her eyes as her new one claimed her totally, accepting her without question or fault.
“Nash,” she whispered, “thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome, shorty.” He placed his lips on her ear. “Will you come for me?”
“As many times as you want, Milord.”
“And will you scream for me?”
“As you command, Milord. I’ll scream for everyone to hear.”
“Then do it now.” He pinched her clit and she soared, knowing she’d finally found a place to call home, and a man to call Master who would care for her forever.
The End
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