FAREWELL

She turned away and prepared to put the telephone down and murmured: "ok sweetie, later then.."

He suppressed a choking sigh and responded quietly: "Keep me in touch with your news, all right?"

"I will do that," she promised earnestly.

"And I'll mail you the odd goodie from time to time," he offered

"Oh thank you," she almost gushed anxious now to be on her way. "I really do appreciate hearing from you."

And his response faded into a mist as she watched him, in her mind's eye leaning over to kiss her cheek and cup her face in his hands for old times sake..........

........she relished this touch thanking him profusely and he turned away to look meaningfully at the unused implements in his dusty and locked cupboard of implements. She followed his gaze and heard him sigh.

He would not delay anymore and, therefore, took the silver chain from his pocket. She knelt before him, allowing him to place the chain around her neck. She noticed the outline of a gold key in a little pendant as he fastened the chain with a brittle and distinctive snap. At the same time he reached down to gently undo the collar, watching a tear trickle down her face as she knew this was the last time.

He turned away from her emotion, looking out of that window over the bay they both knew so well in their imagination. As the collar is removed the tears flow freely and she watched his back as he stood staring at the hills. He smiled to himself, realizing that as a dream ends, a new reality began for her, even as, with tear filled eyes, she awaited his command. He sat down at his desk and began to open his mail with a paper knife staring at her gently and murmured absent-mindedly: "Keep the key - it will let you back here if ever you need the shelter."

She looked at him lovingly as he rose to take her gently by the arm. Recalcitrant as ever, she threw her arms around his neck,,, not wanting to go.

"Hold me, Master," she asked him pleadingly. He shook his head, denying her request and walked her slowly from the study where he has admonished her so often. She turned to look back at the room, taking in the oak furniture, the rough wooden table where she had bent submissively. She gazed forlornly at the leatherette chair arms that had been so accommodating of her compliant form as her backside had been seen to vigorously on occasions to numerous to remember. Gentlemanly to the last, he allowed her time to gaze around and then slowly closed the heavy oaken doors. He took her arm and walked her slowly down the long dark corridors, past the bed chambers where she has serviced him on many an occasion. The footsteps seemed now to echo in her head.

"Wait," she requested, looking up at him. He gazed down at her, slightly surprised at the command in her voice, that had halted him in his tread. She turned, broke contact with him and walked into the bed chamber. She ran her hand across the big bed. She looked down to see that worn rug where she had lain at night after he had tied her to the bedstead for safekeeping so many times. The tears began to flow again as she knew she would never spend time in there again. He stood behind her, watching her contemplatively as she picked up the pillow and breathed in deeply the residue of his musky scent. She wanted to burn it into her mind forever. He reached forward and almost unnoticed by her, slipped a handkerchief into her purse to give her further recollections.

Her body racked with sobs, she returned the pillow to the bolster and turned to leave his bed. She slipped her hand into the purse and scrunched the kerchief in her hand, squeezing out the same scent, the same recollections of musky nights. Then, tears drying on her cheek, she went to his side and waited, trying to compose herself. In her mind and in the empty rooms, she could hear the distant laughter of Bella and Miranda, her erstwhile maidservants, giggling over some long forgotten jest. He smiled gently hearing the same sweet laughter and looked at her quizzically.

"Yes, I remember,"she whispered in response to his unspoken question. "Please care for them well. They do not know that I leave you then?"

Again he shook his head and took up her arm to walk her down the main stairway. There would be no side stairs for her to creep unnoticed now: now that she was freed and a Mistress in her own right. She trembled and her legs threatened to buckle beneath her. She could see the castle servants were gathered in the great hall - a guard of honour for her. She remembered, blushing now, how those servants had seen so much of her and who, had over time, all taken their pleasure and anguish in equal measure at her cries late into the night. She paused wondering if they would respect her or look down on her. And her question is answered by the suppressed sobbing of maids who cannot bear to see her leaving.

She could observe how they wrapped their arms tightly around themselves to control their choked back tears as on he lead her. She tried to smile bravely and he reassured her, gazing into her eyes and lovingly, teasingly, brushing the hair back from her soft brow. With some ceremony he lifted aloft his arm to show them all the detached collar in his hand. They stood for a moment solemnly at the foot of the stairs, and she looked up with the servants, allowing a smile to escape her before the tears flow again. He cast the collar to the marble floor and it span forgotten into a corner.

"Master...I have loved you so..." she began hesitantly. "You have taught me and I will always love you in my heart."

The horses of her carriage stamped restlessly outside champing at their bits, but the distance across the silent hall seems so far for her to tread. She turned towards her Master and begged him:

"Master please ... in your arms...hold me one more time"

"Slip your hand under my dress and make me come again."

He looked away from her as the storm clouds gathered in the distance. Then, taking her arm again, he slowly shook his head, knowing that now that she is freed she must come of her own free will and not through some mistaken sense of past ownerships and duties. She stepped up to him and encircled his neck with her arms. She pressed her lips tentatively to his and pushed her body against him. He stood still, enjoying her responsiveness, wondering what future lay in store for both of them. She took his hand and placed it over her breast as she continued to kiss him deeply, passionately, determined to ring some warmth and passion from this parting.

"Take me,"she almost demanded. He felt heavy hearted at the pressing softness that was no longer his to cherish.

"Please take me," she insisted. He smiled and stroked her cheek, looking towards the carriage meaningfully. In the silence, he seemed to be listening for the first raindrops falling in the courtyard, thinking to himself how that yard that would feel so empty without her delightful presence. She took his hand and led him to the carriage. She stepped inside and instead of leaning out to bid him farewell, pulled him in behind her, closing the door. Slowly she began to remove her clothing for him. The fretting animals stamped impatiently, as he wrapped his arms around her for this final parting, looking back at the great carved doorway as the carriage begins its journey down the hill to the port. He watched the pallor of her bared breasts, with keen eyes, his tongue licking his dry lips.

"Please, please, please take me," she begged."Touch me ,finger me...."

And the carriage rolled off slowly down the hillside. The rocking of their embrace was unnoticeable in its movement, save for the trailing silks and the panties that she had indiscretely thrown through the carriage window. His touch ignited the fire burning deep within her as his hands reached out to touch her malleable flesh once again. Pushing her back onto the banquette, he was ready once again to penetrate her moist secrets. She wrapped her arms around him and  sensed him filling her needs.

The carriage passed under the gate and Griswold, the ancient gatekeeper, slammed the portcullis down. He bent over with a certain deliberation to pick up the princess's discarded pink panties. Raising them with a lecherous smile to his puckered lips, he griined evilly at Bella, grabbing the maid servant by the arm. It is a pucker that reflects the lecherous thoughts in his febrile mind and one that is mirrored in the the lascivious smile glazed on the servant girl's face. Such wickedness is to be rewarded in the dark chambers of Griswold's febrile imagination. Each stroke of his enthusiastic love making and each responsive cry of the wicked maiden will reflect the rolling of the princess and her carriage.  The one will roll with gritty determination over the rough unmade roadway.  The other with roll with a different unbounded enthusiasm as the Master finally takes his pleasure from her as she has begged repeatedly.

Bella sighed as the gate keeper entered her roughly.  Simultaneously, the princess's her hips began to move against the Master, rocking with the motion of the carriage. He rolled her from the coach banquette and required her to rest on the wooden floor, kneeling in her traditional pose. A cushion is tossed to her along with the memories of her kneeling at his side.  These filled his head like the rushing storm clouds gathering overhead. The carriage lurched on down the hill towards Port Ilmarel where a frigate awaited to take her away from him to her to new ventures. As she knelt, she leant forward to take him in her mouth, wanting again to please him. He plunged into the heat of her avid welcome, loving the way she looked up at him open eyed and smiling. She licked and sucked and lapped at this so cherished organ. His eyes took on a faraway look of times past and desires frustrated. He tried to swallow unnoticed the lump that has filled his throat, even as he filled hers with the turgid flesh that was no more and no less than is her due.

She could see the tear forming in her former Master's eyes and wished she could turn back the hands of time to when she belonged to him. Alas, she could not as her future lie ahead, belonging to another master to do his bidding. She could only revel in the moment with his cock deep in her mouth, a moment in time that they would share in their memories and in the knowledge that Miramur's doors were always open to her should she need to return. She knew this parting would close a chapter in her life as closing a door as well as she knew the taste of the viscous spermatazoa that flooded her hungry mouth and momentarily satiated her appetite. She still didn't know if she could bear the pain of leaving her beloved Miramur. Consequently, the quiet that fell upon them both as the carriage drew up besides the dock. was echoed by an silent emptiness that threatened to overwhelm her as she finally released his member.

She knew she would have to descend the steps of the carriage and ascend the plank of the awaiting ship in this eerie and unaccustomed peace. She drew in a deep ragged breath, scared of the unknown. The rowdy inhabitants of the taverns knew that their Master was in mourning for something cherished and intangible and had curtailed their revelries. The carriage drew to a halt and he quickly repaired the disorder to her dress. He helped her down and presented her to the captain. She wanted to gaze up at him haughtily but she submissively lowered her eyes and gasped under her breath as she caught a glimpse of the size of the frigate.

The time had come to be handed over to her new Master for fresh adventures. Yet, in her teasing way she could not resist reaching out to both the captain's bulge and that of the Count to give them both a loving squeeze. She loved her former master,she always would. He had been good to her and always pleased her as she pleasured him. She wanted to take him again and let him use her for his pleasure. She was wet and panting as the two men gazed at one another meaningfully and smiled. The Count handed over the locked case of equipment and indicated that the key was around the princess's neck. The Captain could envisage a wonderful range of floggers, canes, whips and other delightful instruments to tease the subbie's willing and willful flesh should the occasion require. She looked startled at her former master. Surely the key was to gain her entrance back into Miramur?

"Open the locket," he ordered. She opened it and gasped to find two keys within, almost identical.

"Do you like the match, princess?" he whispered slyly in her ear. There was no time for remonstration. The captain indicated the handover ceremony would be conducted in his cabin and the only debate to be had would be whose mast would penetrate her prow and whose would launch her stern into the unknown future. She giggled at the thought, knowing that she would be fully engulfed .  Coquettishly, she left both men to stare after her as she bounced up the gangplank ahead of them. She stood on the deck awaiting further commands, but the Count stood back on the shoreline. He turned to his men and called for them to cast off, knowing that she no longer belonged to him save as a cherished memory.  

She turned to the docks in stunned surprise. She had thought to see him on the ship before it departed.  He gazed up at her with a loving glance, knowing that she was moving on to a wondrous future. Tears rolled down her face as she knew she would never lie with him again, never feel his hands on her body.....but her new master slipped up behind her and held her. He allowed her to lean back and look at the stars. She nestled against him, letting those tears flow freely again. He did not speak for he knew the depth of her pain. She glanced across the deck to see slipping out from a corner shyly the shadowy form of her new pet. The girl knelt at her mistress's feet, knowing that such anguish was not easily consoled. The princess felt the submissive form at her feet and knew who was there, but she could not touch her yet as she had to complete her farewell.

In the night sky, cleared of the storm she could see the stars and knew that he too was looking up at the same sky as her. She sent him a silent kiss and a wish for a happy future. Slowly, he turned on the quayside, looking into the darkness of the taverns. He would not find consolation there. He knew that his slave and his love were gone. His writing would console him. Walking away, looking back over his shoulder to see the frigate and its precious cargo slide from the harbour, beyond the lip of the cove, past the final light of the bay and then disappearing behind the cliffs that shielded the little town from the open sea. He sat down on a bollard and pulled from his pocket a notebook to scribble a few lines, gazing into the darkness.

Later that night as the frigate swept round the headland, she felt his presence before she knew he had her in mind. After convulsive months of making love so tender, they could each remember the lusts so animalistic, so passionate, their consummation rendered, their heads thrown back, their muscles slack. Divided now in their memories of sexual splendour, both of them stayed tranquil and quiet in division. They could not know how to say what was required, for all the memory of that furious passion, took both their breaths away. She sighed as she looked out her cabin window on the moon lit water. She watched how the waves danced as she had done at his banquets. Her life at the Count's feet was over and her new life would begin with the rising of the sun. She reached up and touched the chain around her neck. She knew he would be with her always and as the mist faded, could hear his voice, mellow in her ear.........

"Flourish.....Princess."

"Thank you."

"And that is meant."

"I know......W.......what will be will be," she giggled.

"Captain, give her a good spank from me!"

"I'm sure he will," she murmured, putting the phone down gently.

"Love and light to you, Princess," he rejoined, but he was speaking to the dialing tone and his whispered final farewell echoed only in his ears.  

Click on the image to indulge your whims further