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by: Sir Wolfr1 The Master stood in his own front yard watching His submissive vanish into the night. With a smiling face and farewell wave and a tear that should not be seen nor could He fight. Another weekend had come and gone in which each had served and been served well. Though both did dread the time when they would part a special and bittersweet kind of hell. He thought of the collar that she did wear that so proudly proclaimed to whom she belonged. It said to of whom honors were paid or extract vengence if she were ever wronged. He thought of how He stood watch over her to sooth away the nightmares that distrubed her sleep. And how when she did awaken and found herself safe like a child, into his arms she did creep. Of how He chased away the snerts and fools that would approach her while she was on line. With ludicrous demands that she accept their collar if only for a short time. And how in the local group of others like they she would hold her head up proud and high. Knowing that she was His and He was hers and the Master turned to his door with a sigh. "For all we give each for the other" He thought "and for all we each for the other do." He wiped away the tear and smiled a soft and secret smile and wondered just who it was that served who? 
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