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by Jena Cryer


  Oh, Master, no!

  Fury’s hand grabs me as soon as he turns, and along with Flax, the two of them pull me into the trees. But I don’t want to go. Oh, dear God, I don’t want to go!

  I fight and screech and dig my heels into the earth until finally I get enough room to pull back my fist and deck Fury straight in the jaw. She releases me then.

  Panting, I wait for her to attack once more, but she just rubs her chin. Her eyes pass over me one last time, and she gives me the same cold nod that Master had given me just a moment before.

  And then she leaves.

  Flax’s tiny hands still tug at my arm, but I easily shrug out of her grip as I race back to the road I’d left behind. The truck is still there. Master is still there. He’s sitting beneath the apple tree, and no matter how much noise I must be making, his eyes remain focused on the ground.

  My throat tightens.

  I want to run to him, but I know better. Dropping to my knees, I crawl low in the dust. Dirt and pebbles scratch at my breasts and shins, but I don’t care. If I could slither, I would. Anything to show him how sorry I am.

  He doesn’t look up as I creep closer, and even when I crawl into the space between his folded legs and chest, he doesn’t acknowledge me. His eyes just stay rooted on the ground.

  Oh, Master, I know I don’t deserve you, but please, please don’t deny me now. It’s been too long.

  I nuzzle his chest. He’s just as firm and strong as ever. And he smells good, so, so good. Tears prick my eyes. Oh, God, how I’ve missed that smell. Surrounded by women for so long, the loss of his manliness was like a gaping hole in my life. I want to press my body against his. I want to feel his arms around me. I want to take his cock inside me and never be parted from it again.

  I want so much, but I dare so little. I know how hideous I must look. Dirty, wild, and unkempt, I’m just a beast now, not his tame little pet. I’d run away from him to avoid becoming an animal, and just look at me now. I’m even less human than I was before.

  I whimper pitifully but still he doesn’t move.

  Tears spill over my cheeks but I don’t dare wipe them away. Oh, Master, how can you hurt me like this? I’ve come back to you, see? I can be your good girl again. Just please, please show at least some hint of wanting me.

  Without thinking, I place one hand on his chest and lean forward to kiss his lips. I can’t blame him for not wanting me anymore, but the thought of leaving without at least one last memory of his touch is more than I can bear.

  I kiss him over and over again, until finally his lips part and he does the same. His tongue brushes mine. Strong fingers knot themselves in my hair as he pulls me closer. His other hand strokes my body. Our kiss deepens and deepens until finally I’m left breathless and throbbing with more emotion than I ever thought I could feel.

  When he pushes me away, his eyes are on mine, and oh, God, those eyes!

  Earlier, he’d been too far away for me to notice the exhaustion and sadness so clearly written on his face. He’s paler than normal, thinner, and I know I have to be the cause of his suffering. There’s no other explanation. I hurt him. I hurt him bad. But now…

  Now I think I can see a grain of forgiveness in those sky blue irises, and the hope of it makes my heart leap.

  Cupping my chin in one hand, he forces me back a step before reaching into his left pocket. I hear a soft jangle, and as my gaze turns to his hands, I gasp at the object now dangling from his grasp.

  My collar.

  It’s my collar.

  The black pearl sways gently as he holds it out before me. The leather is freshly patched from where Fury’s wire cutters tore it in two.

  But how?

  I’m breathless and questioning as I look up into his eyes, and then everything just makes sense.

  Samson. The truck. The grapes. My easy escape from the inn and my fortunate encounter with the herd.

  Master was behind it all. He had to be.

  He’d known I was dying, and rather than let me fade away, he chose to free me. That’s my only explanation for how easily I escaped his estate. Everything had just been so coincidental. I thought God had been watching out for me, but no, all this time it had been Master.

  He’s the one who ordered Samson to be left out. He probably even followed me himself as I made my getaway—I can’t imagine him trusting anyone else with my welfare. No, it had to have been him, just like it had to have been him driving that truck. Who else would have ignored all the noise I’m sure I must have been making inside that old crate? And who else could have stopped those other men from capturing me the night I fell in that ditch?

  I can’t even imagine how much time he must have wasted following me through the woods, or how he and White Coat somehow managed to force the herd into finding me, but somehow he did. My collar is proof of that. It’s all the proof I’ll ever need.

  I wait for him to latch the band into place, but he doesn’t. He just holds it silently before me, and as I meet his gaze, I finally understand.

  He’s giving me a choice. I can either submit to a life of servitude, or I can be free.

  My breath hitches at the realization.

  It’s one thing to be forced into slavery, but another to choose it. After crawling into his arms, I’d fully expected him to force me into submission. He’d capture me once more, and I’d be his. No escape and no guilt.

  But this…this independence...

  My mother’s voice screams at me to run, and I know that if I flee back into the woods, Flax will take me back unquestioningly. Fury will pretend nothing happened, and I’ll move on along with the herd naked and free until the end of my days.

  It’s as close to liberty as I can ever hope to achieve on this island, and I know I should want it.

  But I don’t.

  I want Master. I want him to possess me, to take me, to mold me into whatever creature he sees fit.

  I want to belong to him.

  I’m sick, I know, but at least now I’m honest. Pushing aside my mother’s voice, I make the first and last true decision of my entire life as I slowly press my neck into the collar.

  When he buckles it into place, I sigh with contentment. Its weight is as familiar and reassuring as my master’s presence, and when his fingers softly stroke my cunt I lean into his touch like never before.

  I’m yours, Master. Until the end of time, I’m all yours.

  He kisses my nose, my forehead, my cheeks, and then finally my lips. I savor the taste of him. I kiss him back with all the power and strength I have, and his arms wrap around me. He lays me on his back. His hands sweep across every inch of my skin, and his mouth moves to my breasts while he unbuckles his pants.

  I wait, eager for him to order me into position, but he doesn’t. He enters me while I lay before him, and for the first time ever I can see those wonderful blue eyes staring down at me.

  “Isa,” he whispers my name, and I croon as he thrusts deep inside me.

  Oh, Master, no words can describe how I’ve missed you.

  A cool wind blows the branches of the swaying apple tree, and a shower of leaves falls upon us, but all I can feel is my master’s touch. He grinds into me over and over again. His lips trail kisses down my chin, my neck, my shoulders. He claims my body as his own, and I relinquish all control.

  I belong to him. For once in my life, I finally know where I belong.

  We come at the same time, and the orgasm leaves us both breathless. His arm pulls me into his tight embrace.

  As if I’d ever leave you again, I want to say.

  He presses his lips to mine one last time before clipping a leash to my collar. The ground is rough and painful to my bare knees, but it’s what I deserve. I’d crawl through broken glass if that’s what it took to stay with him, and somehow I think he knows it.

  He pets my head before calling out to the truck, and for the first time, I notice White Coat slouching beside the driver’s side door. He moves to the back of the vehicle, and t
here in the back is my cage, the exact same one from my kennel.

  Who would have ever thought I’d be so glad to see those bars again.

  Only a narrow patch of dirt road separates me from my former life—my true life—but a cry from the woods draws me up short. I look over my shoulder, and there, just breaking through the tree line is Flax. She runs up to us and her tiny breasts heave as her eyes dart between me and Master.

  Flax, what are you doing?

  Her gaze meets mine, and she whines once more before dropping to her knees and crawling towards us. White Coat strides towards her, but she doesn’t try to run. Just like Master, she won’t let me go so easily.

  I press my body against my master’s leg and look up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. Please, I want to say, but our understanding is far deeper than any language could ever hope to convey. He strokes my head and smiles down at me softly before calling out to White Coat. My once and future trainer doesn’t even hesitate before he picks up Flax and loads her into my cage.

  I’m far happier than I should be. Flax has given up her freedom for me. I should feel so guilty for leading her on as I have, especially when I can never belong to anyone but my Master, but maybe she’ll be able to find the same happiness I have. Maybe, just maybe, she’ll finally learn to understand the freedom that submission truly brings.

  Master leads me to the truck’s passenger side door. White Coat climbs in behind the wheel and starts the engine. As I kneel down between my master’s legs, I catch one last glimpse of the forest. Fury stands watch at the tree line. I almost wish I could give her one last wave, just to tell her I’m okay, but Master is unzipping his pants now. His massive cock stands before me, and I wrap my lips around it before he can even ask.

  Oh, thank you, God, for finally bringing me home.

  Epilogue

  Seasons pass.

  One day bleeds into the next and the next and the next, but time really is such a meaningless thing, almost as meaningless as the words I once clung to.

  I shift my position. Flax lays pressed against my back. The little ginger’s hair is braided into a neat bun, and she’s so clean I almost don’t recognize the wild woman I once laid with. She lets out a sigh as I move away from her, and the chains hooking her thighs to her ankles clank.

  It’s been months since I’ve had to wear those awkward things, but Flax still tries to stand when Master and White Coat aren’t around, and of course that’s a habit they’ll need to break. Overall, though, she’s come quite far in her training. She obeys most of what White Coat tells her, and I’ve hardly ever seen him take his crop to her. I don’t think even he has the heart to beat a creature as sweet as she is.

  She belongs to him now, just like I belong to Master, and I thank God every day for that small miracle. Lord only knows where she’d be if they ever split us up. But of course Master won’t let that happen. He knows how happy she makes me, and he’s arranged it so that she can stay with me while White Coat goes to work each day. Only at night does she follow him back to his apartment while I journey with Master up to his bedroom…and oh what nights those are!

  Outside, a light breeze blows dried leaves through the open window. One lands across Flax’s bare chest, and she bolts up. Her eyes are wild for a moment. She turns her gaze on the open window, and I know what she’s thinking. She wants to run. She yearns to return to the herd, but her love for me keeps her anchored here.

  If only she’d learn to find the same love in White Coat.

  Vaguely I wonder how Fury and the rest of her women are doing. Did she make it through the winter? Have the hunters that I now know prowl the forest finally come to claim her? Is she still the wild woman I once knew, or has she been tamed? Is she a pet like Flax and me, or a ponygirl, or maybe something else?

  I only hope that she can one day find the same joy I have. To think that my own fear might have led me to follow in her footsteps, to be separated from my master forever… Oh, God, the thought’s almost unbearable, and I roll away from Flax as I crawl across the study to my Master’s side and nuzzle my cheek against his bare feet.

  Oh, Master!

  The guilt still haunts me. Guilt and fear. Fear that he might not have come back for me, that I might have had to spend the rest of my life out with the herd. I still remember the emptiness, the ache I felt after leaving him. I’d been so stupid, so very, very stupid, but not now. Now I thank the heavens for his every word and caress.

  He is such a wonderful master.

  The shame of my escape hurts even more as I remember just how kind he’d been after bringing me and Flax home. Not once did he beat me. I knew I deserved to feel the crop’s bite. I wanted it even. I’d been bad, hadn’t I? I’d run away. Surely a beating was more than I deserved. But no, Master was kind, forgiving. He let me taste his flesh during the whole ride home, and even now I’m wet just thinking about the warmth of his seed shooting down my throat over and over again.

  Even White Coat seemed unbearably forgiving. As soon as we reached the estate, he took me to the yard and had me go through our usual motions together, but after he was satisfied my training wasn’t completely lost, he just carried me back to my kennel, bathed me, groomed me, and then did the same for Flax.

  For all that I’d done, my only punishment seemed to be extra attentiveness. My collar became tighter, stronger, and my chain kept me trapped inside whatever room my master wished me to remain. But if he thought I was leaving, he was wrong. I’d been without him for so long, and nothing, nothing could make me run again.

  I think he must have felt the same way.

  During that first week home, I can hardly recall a second his cock wasn’t inside me. My mouth. My cunt. My belly was so full of his seed, but I never stopped wanting more, and he was more than willing to give it to me.

  Even if White Coat hadn’t put my leg shackles back in place, I don’t think I could have done anything but crawl anyway, and I didn’t want to.

  Lying at his feet, I feel his fingertips trace my spine. I shudder in ecstasy. Any touch, any word from him is enough to fill my heart with joy. I no longer wear a gag—within a few days of returning home, Master understood it was no longer needed—but sometimes I miss the feeling of his cock in my mouth so much that I need something to fill the void. That’s why Master gave me my chew toy.

  He really is such a thoughtful master.

  Its girth fills my mouth now. The flesh-colored dildo is thick and long—not quite as massive as Master’s cock, but close. I take it almost everywhere I go. Usually I only release it when my master’s cock is ready to take its place, but now I settle it onto the floor gently and wrap my lips around his toes one by one. These memories have brought such shame with them, that I can barely stand myself, and my tongue traces the contours of his arch and heel as I taste my way up to his ankle.

  He shifts. The pages of his book stir. My neck arches as he tugs at my collar, but still I don’t stop, and when his hand slaps loud and hard against my bare ass, I just let out a mewl and go to work even harder.

  It’s a game we play now, one of many, and I savor his touch as I bathe and honor his feet. From the writhing of his foot, I know my ministrations must tickle, but when I look up, his toe gently clenched between my teeth as my tongue caresses every inch of his nail, a smile of contentment plays upon his face.

  I live for those smiles.

  Leaning forward, he grabs my toy off the floor and shoves the phallus inside me. Still warm and wet from my mouth, it pounds straight through me as my back arches and my hips thrust harder into my master’s touch.

  I gasp and whine, my lips never leaving his feet as the orgasm builds and builds before finally washing over me in a pulsing surge. My legs feel like jelly. Master pulls my toy out from inside me and places it in front of me to clean. I’m already halfway done licking away my own juices when the door to the study opens and White Coat enters.

  I’m still no closer to understanding their language than I was when I arrived, but I
can tell from the brightness in my master’s eyes that White Coat’s words must have excited him. He swats my ass gently before clipping on my leash, and my heart pounds with excitement. Are we going out? Is Master really taking me with him to town?

  He puts on his shoes, and I’m smiling hard as he leads me to the door. In the background, Flax whines for me to come back, but White Coat is with her. I look over my shoulder, and he’s stroking her back. He whispers shushing words into her ear, and miracle of miracles, she actually leans into his touch.

  She’s learning.

  The sun is warm outside. Master leads me to the open-top car waiting in the driveway, and our chauffeur starts the engine as soon as we’re inside. I sit between Master’s legs and suck his cock during the whole long ride to town.

  How I love these rides.

  We stop just outside the town square. It’s so hard to believe this place once frightened me. The ponygirls are a welcome sight now, and the other men’s pets nuzzle me as I pass by. I wonder if we’ll stop by the bakery before we leave—the old man that works there always gives me such nice treats—but Master turns down a street I know only too well, and I quicken my pace as we climb the steps to our friends’ apartment.

  The man with the handlebar mustache opens the door. Master shakes his hand. They talk excitedly as they lead me inside, and when I cross the threshold, I can already see Miss Priss waiting in the far corner.

  She’s so different from the woman I first met. She doesn’t strut anymore. She doesn’t try to play games either. Whenever she’s left alone, she screams and cries, and only her master can truly calm her down. I’ve tried before. Master occasionally brings me here to keep her company when her own master has to leave, but I can only do so much. She still shivers when I cuddle up beside her, and it breaks my heart every time she gurgles out a wordless scream at the end of one of her nightmares, but still, I’ll do whatever I can to help her. I owe her so much for all the lessons she once taught me.

  Master leads me to the other end of the foyer, and the man with the handlebar mustache follows. Miss Priss presses her whole body into his legs as soon as he’s near, and he strokes the top of her head while she sighs.

 

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