by Reeva Days
After he came, he lay motionless on top of her body. She looked up quickly at the sound of an approaching motorboat.
“Lie still my slave, I want them to see how proudly you wear your new collar. I long for the pleasure of having my dick still inside you while they look. They’re boaters, just smile as they pass and they’ll be on their merry way.”
“No, Salvadore!”
“Do it!” This time his command was an angry menace. He shoved his now-limp dick excitedly into her, but as the boat passed, it made his dick hard all over again.
She didn’t need any further coaxing. At this point, she didn’t know or care if they were watching. Salvadore plowed into her again and again like the first time.
After hours of submission to Master Salvadore, Carissa felt strangely fulfilled. Flint was a distant, cloudy memory. Her emotional ache was replaced by the physical aches of what Salvadore had inflicted on her. They were, however, good aches and pains. She was wobbly on her feet from exhaustion, but felt that her body had been used in a way that made her feel good inside. Although on the surface it would seem to anyone that Salvadore had degraded her, as he had promised her, he had sent her to new heights. He had made her forget. He took her beyond the limits of conventional sexuality that broadened her horizons as a person. By becoming submissive, she regained control of her life. In the process of her enslavement, she understood that she held the ultimate control and power. In giving up her precious freedom, she learned how to trust another human being so completely, a first for her. She also learned that in submission there lay greater power than she had ever dreamt of, had she never given over her submission, the Master Role would not exist, Salvadore would not be here doing what he was doing. In understanding that, she was not only free of all men who tried to enslave her. In one day, Salvadore had held to his promise and had eradicated the cloud of Flint from her life forever. She could now move on.
At the end of the day, Carissa went up on deck. Salvadore couldn’t stop looking at this magnificent woman. She looked incredibly beautiful against the now setting sun, her long, dark hair whipping in the breeze, the chain coiled near her feet but firmly tied to the cleat. She looked fulfilled and happy now, but deep down he knew she was the type no man could enslave, not really. It was more for that reason that he wanted to keep her forever.
While in her reverie, he went below deck and grabbed his camera. Just as she turned to him, her perfect silhouette was magnificent as she gave him a smile that rivaled the setting sun behind her. He snapped the picture. He knew she was already gone, it was just a matter of time.
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Carissa cruised the restaurant where she met Salvadore for one month after the end of their three-month agreement. After the three months, Salvadore vanished from her life, leaving only the one picture he took of her on the deck that first day he collared her with the dock master. She sat down at the bar and ordered her customary mojito. She had only wished to run into him one more time, just to say thank you and goodbye. Having learned the lesson and living in practice, there was nothing else to do now but teach.
A handsome, dark type, much like a younger Salvadore approached her. “Excuse me, are you Carissa?”
“Yes, you must be Jake.”
His smile couldn’t hide the emotional pain that he tried to hide.
“Still not over her, huh?”
“No.” He looked crestfallen. “By the way, you look awesome in that picture you e-mailed me. You’re very beautiful . . . and strange. It’s great meeting you in person after all our online chats and e-mails. You seem to know a lot about heartbreak yourself.”
She kissed him on the cheek and paid for her drink. Did she look this pitiful and naive when Salvadore first met her? Probably. “I do, Jake. Let’s walk down the pier, I want to show you my new sailboat.”
“Great! By the way, you never told me why you’re wearing that chain around your neck that’s tied to the cleat. Man, that’s weird! Weirder still is that you look so damn happy in that photo. What gives?”
“Let’s go for a sail Jake, and I’ll explain it all to you.”
THE END
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