I keep getting doms in my messages and I just have to say: I don’t think even half of you understand the type of commitment it takes to have a submissive.
A true d/s relationship requires high prioritization. A submissive is trusting you to care for their emotions while you are wielding power of them. This isn’t a dynamic for someone who just wants kinky sex. You need to learn your submissive’s triggers, their trauma, their blindspots, and their nonverbal cues that they are past the point of being able to safe word. It’s not just about pleasure and getting off. You need to be prepared to reassure your submissive that they’re valuable to you as a person. Sometimes you’ll need to know that they need this when they might not know themself. Because to be a dominant is a power role. That power can easily become unbalanced and easily become abusive if you’re not constantly communicating and being conscious of the impact of your words and actions.
To any subs reading this: you deserve a dom who is educated about d/s and truly cares for you as a person. Have high standards. It can suck not to have a dom, but it’s so much more damaging to yourself and your future relationships to have a bad dom than it’s worth.
“You’re so helpful!” His wife graciously takes the smoothie from the maid as she heads out the door. They had hired her a few months ago to help around the house, and the couple quickly got used to the convenience of a servant. The maid smiles and waves the woman off to work, before turning back to the kitchen where she starts to take the dishes from the washer.
Bending over to attend to her work, the husband catches an eyeful. Her short tennis skirt hides nothing when she leans over, and her lacy white underwear is in full view of the married man. His eyes drink it in, unable to look away from her young, firm bum. The maid straightens up, putting the dishes into the cabinet and showing off her long slender limbs. She hums a cute tune as she works.
Shaking his head, he takes his coffee to his home office. I’m just looking. It’s not cheating, it’s normal, anybody would look. He rationalizes to himself. Stopping at the doorway, the maid has pranced over to him. “Before you start work, is there anything you want me to do for you today?” Her chipper voice stuns him, and he fumbles through his thoughts. “Anything, sir?” He swears the innuendo is intentional - no, he must just be projecting.
“No, just the usual housekeeping. And you don’t need to call me sir. You can call me by my name.” The maid looks disappointed. “Oh, okay… Just the usual then…” She twirls her hair. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer to call you sir…” She looks nervous, as if she’s searching for an excuse. “It’s… more professional?” An awkward pause fills the air. “Fine, I don’t care.” He concedes, and her face lights up with a bright smile. “Thank you, sir!”
He has a productive morning. Filled with energy, he pours it into his creative work. It doesn’t help disperse his thoughts, instead it focuses them. He sighs and pushes away his keyboard, unable to rid himself of the image of the maid’s beautiful body. Exiting his office, he wanders to the kitchen to refill his coffee.
Passing by the living room, the maid is kneeled on all fours, trying to clean under the couch. Shamelessly, he walks behind her to take another peek under her skirt. The man is shocked to see nothing underneath. Her bare, tight pussy shines through her thigh gap, perfectly framed by her gorgeous ass. Frozen, the married man watches her hips wiggle back and forth.
Turning her head around, an evil smile on her face, the maid’s chipper voice calls out to him. “Do you need something from me, sir?” He feels a primal anger well up inside him. He wasn’t just imagining things. This fucking slut had been teasing him for months. “Why aren’t you wearing any panties?” He barks at her. “I’m sorry, sir” she says coyly, rolling over and sliding onto the couch. “My pussy gets really wet from serving you, sir. I can’t help it, see?”
As she spawls out on the couch, she lifts up her legs and skirt. One hand pulls open her freshly shaved pussy to reveal her wet little hole. She slips two fingers in easily, then waves them in a peace sign at the man. Strands of cum hang between her open fingers. Furious, he steps forward and snatches her wrist. “You little cocktease. Flashing your naked body at me like a whore.” He pushes her cum stained hand above her head.
Her other hand reaches for his pants, and skillfully unzips them, taking out his hard cock. She touches it gently, feeling the veins from his raging erection. “I’m sorry I got you so worked up, sir. Let me take care of that for you, sir…” She guides his thick cock into her tight pussy. He grabs her hand and pulls it up above her head, holding her down on the couch. But it is too late, his cock is buried in her young body and it feels amazing.
Without thinking, he pushes himself as deep as he can go. As far in as her small pussy will allow, he feels that an inch of his cock is still outside her. Quickly he pumps his dick into her as hard as he can, desperate to fit his entire manhood inside the slut who had teased him for so long. To no avail, her small pussy can’t fit his entire cock.
The man fucks her like a wild animal, pounding his hips into her body. He pins both hands above her head with his firm right grip, his large fist fully covering her skinny wrists. The left hand pulls up her shirt, groping at her breasts before squeezing around her throat. She gasps and turns pink, squeaking out a faint “Thank you so much, sir…”
His eyes drop to his own hand. The gold ring around his finger a shocking reminder of what he’s doing. Her pussy is too tight, too warm, too wet, too fuckable to stop now. Besides, he’s already started, what does it matter if he finishes? It’s not his fault, it’s this slut’s fault. She started this. This homewrecking whore needs to be punished.
He spits on the maid’s face. Releasing his choke, she gasps for air, yelling in pleasure. “Fuck me, sir! Fuck me harder, please!” He smacks her across the cheek, then spanks each of her tits. He hits her hard, and she screams. “Yes, thank you, sir! Abuse my little body! Thank you! More!” He slaps her face a dozen more times, drool rolling from her cock-drunk mouth. Her pussy tightens with each strike. Completely lost in her body, the married man breeds the maid.
He pulls his cock from the servant. His cum leaks out of her onto the sofa. She slides down off the couch and goes to suck his cock. She licks the evidence off him greedily, slurping on his balls to make sure not a drop of cum remains. He stumbles back toward the kitchen with a mixture of euphoria and fear. Looking back to the maid, he watches her play with her creampied pussy. Her face is buried in the couch, licking his cum off the cushions. Within a few minutes, no stain remains.
The next day she brings him coffee in his office. Setting down the cup she lifts up her skirt and shows him the vibrator in her pussy and silicone plug in her ass. She hands him a remote for the vibrator and crawls under the desk. She sucks his cock while he works, he turns up the vibrations whenever he gets close, a sign for her to facefuck herself and finish him. Throughout the morning, he cums three times. Each one unloaded onto her pretty face. She loses track of her own orgasms. He looks under his desk at her cum-covered face while another one rolls through her body. “It feels so good to serve you, sir. Thank you for using me…”
The following day he fucks her bent over on the kitchen table. She wore crotchless panties today, and a matching bra that exposes her cute tits. As always, she begs for more. “Use me as your cum dump, please, sir! I’m just a little slut, you can fuck me however you want, and I’ll love it!” He spanks her hard, turning her ass bright red. “You’re only good as a fuckdoll. Good pussy, that’s all you are.” The man degrades her. “Cum on my cock, it makes your pussy tighter.” She moans, rubbing her clit. “I’m trying, sir!” He spanks her again. “Cum, you stupid bitch.” Her humiliation pushes her over the edge and she cums. That night the man and his wife eat dinner at that table.
At the end of the week, the maid and the man are fucking in the bed. The same bed he had sex with his wife in that morning. The girl wears restraints: Wrists cuffed together, a collar and leash around her neck. The man pulls on the leash, choking her while he stretches out her pussy. She rides his cock and whines pathetically. “Faster, slut. You can service my cock better than that.” She obeys.
Feeling him fill her pussy up again, she smiles and pulls his cock from her hole. She licks their cum off his half-hard dick. He relaxes as she cleans him. His phone buzzes, and he checks it. A text from his wife. Work is slow, and she wants to chat to pass the time. Ever the dutiful husband, he entertains her, chatting with the woman he loves while the young servant girl gives him a blowjob.
“Sir? I have a question… may I?”
“Go ahead, slut.”
“Do you want to be with me instead of your wife?”
He leans forward and slaps her face for asking.
“No, you’re just a little girl I’m using for sexual relief, remember? You’re a servant, nothing more.”
“Sooo… what are everyone’s kinks?” It was that time of the night. The group of friends had started to drink a few hours ago, and the witching hour of sharing drunken secrets had begun. The shy young girl sitting quietly at the kitchen island takes a sip from her glass, trying to hide and evade the open question. With her are two couples, friends she’s had for a while, and an older man who she had just met tonight.
Peering past the glass, she looks at the newcomer. He’s playing with a coin, rolling it across his knuckles. It falls into the palm of his hand, and she watches it disappear into his firm grip. She admires his toned forearms while he makes a small circle with his wrist. The fist opens. The coin is gone. Confused, she glances up to his face. He’s already looking at her - watching while he performed his trick. He smiles and winks, and she quickly averts her eyes.
“This guy is crazy good at guessing people’s kinks. He’s like a psychic for freaky sex stuff.” Her friend gestures at the near stranger. “Come on, show them.”
“Well, I know you’re into somnophilia - sex with people who are asleep, or near it.” The group burst into laughter. His partner chimes in: “It’s true! He’s better than an alarm clock!”
The man chooses the partner as his next target. “Consensual non-consent. But on the softer side.” More uproarious laughter from the group. She smacks her partner on his shoulder, “Oh my god, did you tell him?!” Defensive, he responds “No, I didn’t, I swear! The man’s just a fucking wizard!”
Next, he turns his attention to the other couple. He hesitates, looking back and forth between the two. “BDSM, both of you. Specifically restraints. And you’re both switchy.” The couple is shocked and entertained. “That’s… oddly specific… and very correct…”
The crowd is laughing, gasping for air. Everybody except the shy girl. She tries to make herself as small as possible, as if the man will somehow miss her if she stays perfectly still. She’s painfully aware of her braless chest and her earlier decision to wear a thin sundress. Her heart drops as her friends insist the man read her next. “You’ve known us for a while, but can you do it on someone you just met?”
“She’s such an innocent girl, what’s her kink? Holding hands? Kissing with tongue?” Her friends tease her relentlessly, invigorated by the conversation and the booze. There’s no way he can know. She prays. It’s just a trick, he doesn’t know. Her body stiffens as if for impact. She looks into his stormy eyes, as if pleading please don’t tell them.
“Free use.”
Her head spins and she blushes deeply, heart pounding like a terrified little animal. She can barely hear her friends loudly chattering around her. “No way.” “I could see it.” “Is he right?” One friend asks: “What’s free use?”
The man puts down his soda water and steps around the island, closer the the quiet girl. He explains softly. “Free use is when somebody wants to let people have sex with them whenever they want. She wants to be groped, or touched, or fucked; completely on the whims of the other person.” He’s so close to her now, almost standing behind her. “Sort of like a sex toy, used for pleasure. She has no boundaries.”
As he speaks his hand rises up to her chest and cups her small breasts. Completely unfazed by the public nature of this act, he gropes her supple body through the soft fabric. Her friends are all laughing, incredulous that she wouldn’t immediately pull away from his invasive touch. “You’re going to let this guy feel you up? You met him a few hours ago! Are you really that much of a slut?”
Slut. That word hits her hard. She’s frozen in place now. Excitement fueled by curiosity buzzes throughout the room, except for the man touching her. He is perfectly calm and nonchalant, as if what he was doing to her was the most normal thing in the world. “But is she really free use?” The voyeurs ask.
The man takes his hands off her chest and steps behind her. “I’ll prove it. What kind of underwear do you think a free use girl would wear?” They guess wildly: Crotchless? Something with lace? A red thong? “No, a free use slut like her wouldn’t wear anything at all.” He lifts up her dress, a grand reveal of her bare pussy. Cleanly shaven that morning (just in case) and soaking wet from the man’s attention.
Her mind fizzles. Did he make my panties disappear? She stands there, exposed in front of five people, trying to get her thoughts straight. She has a moment of composure and remembers No, I took them off in the bathroom earlier, after they introduced me to him. Magic isn’t real.
Wordlessly, his hand moves to her crotch and he puts two fingers in her needy pussy. She’s stunned by his boldness, and that she’s able to take the fingers so easily. The two couples are talking amid themselves. “It’s always the quiet ones.” “I knew it all along.” “Ah, I still think she would tap out at some point, that’s not really free use.” His hands fuck her while they talk.
After a few minutes, he takes his hand away and puts it on her back. He pushes her forward, bending her over the island. They’re still talking, drunkenly arguing about the finer points and the criteria of the kink. The older man has no interest in such discussions. The clink of his belt, a button, a zipper.
In one smooth movement he takes out his hard cock and pushes his full length into her cunt. She interrupts the conversation with a high pitched moan. All eyes are back on her now. He starts to fuck her.
“Okay, well, fair enough. I think that qualifies.” The man’s thighs smack into her petite ass with each thrust. “So much for being the innocent one.” The man’s hands return to her sensitive nipples. “I can’t believe she’s such a slut.” He fucks her harder.
Slut. That word again. She holds onto it like a prize. Years of longing for that title. Nobody could dispute it now. She was a dirty little slut, getting her needy pussy fucked by an older man while everyone is watching.
The man continues to talk with her friends as he uses her. He shares a bit about the nuances of the kink. “Some girls are for personal use. Like property. They have a dom who takes care of them. One person who uses them whenever they feel like it. A personal fucktoy.” He continues, speaking with absolute authority. “Other girls are for anybody to use. Whoever wants to fuck her, can. Like a public service.” His cock still pumping into her. “Do you know which one you are, darling?”
She had asked herself that question alone in her room a million times. Hearing it spoken aloud was uncanny. She doesn’t have an answer for him. Up until tonight, everything was theory. Now she had been thrust into practical experience, and her cum- and liquor- drunk brain can barely parse the question. She mumbles incoherently:
“Uh? Use me?“
“Use your words, slut. Tell everyone what kind of cum dump you are.”
“I… uh… use me?”
“Ah, she’s too dumb from getting fucked to answer. It doesn’t matter to me anyways.”
He lifts up her dress further. Past her stomach, exposing her chest, it wraps around her head and is pulled off. Discarded on the table next to the bottle, she is now completely naked. Everyone else is still clothed, even the man using her pussy. He pulls her torso up close to him to show off her sexy body to the people watching. His powerful thrusts pound into her g spot. One hand teases her clit, the other reaches up to her neck. He squeezes tight around her throat, arm pressed into her sternum. The firm grip lets him fuck her as hard as he wants.
The rough sex overwhelms her young body. Her mind has gone completely blank. There could be nobody watching her or a thousand, it wouldn’t matter. All that matters is the truth of her pussy finally being used the way she always knew it needed. The man pushes her back onto the island. He manhandles her, swinging her legs up so she is facing him, gripping onto her thighs. He keeps fucking her.
She looks down to see his cock pounding her. Another moment of clarity and she realizes everyone else can see it too. Everyone can see him using my pussy. Taking his thick cock all the way inside of me. Obediently getting fucked like a good girl. She exercises her new freedom by rubbing furiously at her clit. This is what a slut does. She takes cock whenever and wherever. She rubs herself so everyone can see she enjoys being a whore. That’s what a slut does. That’s what I’m doing.
The older man smiles at the slutty little girl wrapped around his cock. He has such a nice smile. I’m so lucky to get used by him. He’s so fucking hot. She leans forward and wraps her arms around his shoulders. Hanging off him, he can fuck her even harder. She kisses him, and is relieved when he kisses her back. They play with each other’s tongues and enjoy the moment.
He’s building to climax. He pushes her back down onto the island so everyone can see. Gripping her neck, he squeezes so hard she almost passes out - but he releases for just a moment to keep her conscious. This is repeated. She has to stay awake, so she can see everyone watching her.
He starts to cum. “Breed… me…” She whispers. She can barely speak as he chokes her, but she forces the words through her lips. He has to know what she’s good for. Everybody has to know. He breaks his stoic character and moans as her pussy is stuffed with his cock and cum. The feeling is too much for her. She follows close behind him, cumming along with the stranger.
Afterwards, the three couples sit around the island and finish their drinks. Still naked, her dress is abandoned on the counter. It would just get in the way, and besides she has nothing to hide. As the quiet girl sits in his lap and listens to them talk, she’s struck by an unusual feeling of normalcy. She hasn’t done anything wrong, nobody is surprised or hurt or even thinks anything of it. Why would they? She’s a slut. What else would you expect?
She feels his cock twitch again, and she offers herself up: “Do you want to use me again? Or maybe I can suck your cock, sir?” The group laughs at her proud, open suggestions. Not quite the quiet, shy girl she was just an hour ago. The older man smiles and rubs her back.
“It’s getting late, sweetheart, and I shouldn’t overstay my welcome. But don’t worry, I’ll bring you home with me.”
She was the kind of girl that was easy to forget. Most people are, but she had an unfortunate talent for being unremarkable. A lifetime of falling through the cracks. Sorry, I thought some else invited you. I don’t think you’re scheduled today. We must have double-booked your appointment. It always hurt, but she had become used to the pain of being forgotten.
Sunlight grazes the tops of evergreen trees as his car pulls up to the cabin by the lake. Stepping out of his vehicle, he takes a moment to appreciate the reflections on the still, pristine water. A deep breath of fresh mountain air. That satisfying crunch of wood and earth beneath his boots. He holds onto the moment as he slings his bag around his shoulders and walks to the trunk of his car.
Popping the trunk, she immediately starts to writhe and scream into her gag. Her wrists are bound, and her legs are pushed up close to her chest in the small compartment. The girl kicks at him helplessly. Her shins bounce off one of his arms. His other arm rubs her back to soothe her. “Shhsh, you’re okay.” He says, unfazed by her terror. “You’re okay, I’m not going to hurt you. Everything is going to be okay.” The man lifts her out of the trunk and carries her to the cabin.
The door swings wide. Flicking on the lights, the girl is brought into the bedroom. Her panicked frenzy resumes as she sees the cage next to the bed, the restraints on the nightstand. He tosses her gently onto the mattress and mounts her. Sitting on her stomach, knees squeezing tight to her body, she can barely move. She shakes her head and tries to push herself out to no avail.
The man unties the gag around her mouth, letting her pathetic sobs wash over him. “Please don’t hurt me…” she begs, utterly defenseless. “I won’t. I promise. I won’t hurt you.” He runs his fingers across her cheeks to wipe away some tears. “Please let me go…” she sniffles. “I will, but not now. Once I’m done, I promise I’ll let you go.” He adds, “I have no reason to lie to you.”
Her clothes are removed as she cries into the duvet. The man holds tight on her wrists as he undoes her restraints. Her shirt is removed first, torn in the struggle when he snatched her. Her arms are held up above her head as he tosses the shirt aside and grabs a pair of handcuffs. He locks her to the headboard and takes a moment to admire her braless chest. “Please stop… Please don’t do this…” Her voice cracked and broken through her sobbing. Ignoring the girl, he moves down to her hips.
The girl’s leggings are soaked. Either from fear or the long ride in the trunk, she had wet herself. He’ll have to wash her later, anyways. Twice would be too much work, and her piss doesn’t bother him. The leggings are pulled off, revealing her thin panties. Stained dark from her accident. He starts to pull them off too, while her protestations become more demanding. “Stop. Stop! STOP! I don’t want to! Get off me!” The man tires of her complaints, and pushes the wet, crumpled underwear into her mouth to silence her.
He pushes his hips between her legs, spreading her open. She hopelessly yanks against the chains. His hand is pressed firmly over her gagged mouth. Her naked body tries to roll side to side, anything to stop his advance. It’s useless. The sound of metal clicks, and leather against leather as he undoes his belt. She cries more. Pushing her head into the pillow, the man’s cock enters her wet pussy. A faint, muffled shriek as he does. Warm, tight, and deep, he uses her to relieve the stress of his long drive.
The man fucks her, smiling warmly as he watches the fight leave her body. It’s already happening, there’s nothing to be done. Her rolling and kicking subsides as his cock works deep into her, kissing her cervix. Aside from the forced nature of the act, he’s not particularly rough. His cock slips in and out of her without his hips smacking into hers. He is mindful to not push all his weight onto her. When she has a moment of fighting spirit and tries to kick him, he holds her legs with just enough strength to prevent it, nothing more. He enjoys her. Her eyes lose focus as she starts to disassociate. He likes that look. Pumping a little bit faster, the man wants to finish up and move on to the next parts of the process. The girl realizes what is happening and tries again to push him off her. The man groans and fucks her deeply as she struggles, cumming deep into her unprotected pussy.
The bath is warm. Gently, he washes away the mess she made, and the mess he made of her. The girl won’t look at him. She’s unrestrained but doesn’t fight as he carefully cleans her. They don’t speak. There is nothing to say. After the bath he dries her with a warm towel and starts to dress her in flannel pajamas. She pushes against his arms as he pulls up the bottoms. He relents and gives her the dignity of dressing herself.
Her shred of dignity doesn’t last long. Returning to the bedroom, the man guides her over to the cage. “No.” she whispers. He pushes down on her head and bum. Having expended all her energy, she can only protest verbally. “I don’t want to go in there.” He puts her inside and closes the door. She curls up and hides her face in shame. The man leaves the room and goes about his business for a while. When he returns, he has a bowl of food. Sliding it into the cage, she glares at him. The man leaves the room to eat his own dinner. He comes back after a half hour; her bowl is half empty. She’s curled up again. If only from exhaustion, she sleeps through the night.
Early the next morning she stirs from her deep slumber. A fleeting moment of peace, before her recollection of the day before comes rushing back to her. She tries to move her hands but finds them cuffed to the cage. Still half asleep, she looks down to see the man closing the gate. The girl starts to become more aware of what’s happening. He left a toy for her, inside of her. She tries to squeeze it out, but the wireless device stays buried in her pussy. She lets out a gasp as he switches it on. “I’m sorry for waking you.” He plays with the settings, a strong wave, followed by a few short bursts. She spits, “Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.” He wanders out of the bedroom again. “Careful what you wish for.”
The first hour is the hardest. She cums three times, crying and kicking against her prison. She fights against each orgasm, unintentionally edging herself. The second is easier in some ways, she only cums once, but the man comes back to watch her for most of it. By the third hour, she lays immobile in the cage, aside from the occasional twitch of her hips. The man returns, opening the cage and unlocking the cuffs. He drags her limp form out, and fishes the toy out of her pussy.
Laying her flat, the man lubes his hands and starts to play with her bum. He’s slow. Just the tip of his finger, working into her gently. He applies more lube regularly, easing his finger into her ass. The girl trembles slightly but doesn’t protest. It’s better this way, her pussy is so overstimulated she is almost relieved by his invasion of her behind. The man ensures she’s been properly prepared, and when he starts to have anal sex with her, he maintains his patience. More lube, starting slow. She thinks back to her only other experience with anal. A guy she dated in school, who wasn’t as gentle, and called her the wrong name during the act. Somehow, she finds her current experience less humiliating.
Dazed, the girl comes to as he finishes. The girl feels his cum splatter onto her back. The girl lays still on the floor. The man sits next to her, stretching. She asks again, “Please let me go.” He sits in silence for a while. “Would it be easier for you if you knew? How long before I let you go?” She pushes her face into the ground. “I don’t know.” The room is quiet. A few minutes go by, it feels like an hour. “How long?” She turns her face to look up at him. “Three days, in total. You’re almost halfway.” Her face turns back down. “And you’ll let me go? And you won’t hurt me?” He touches her. “Yes, I promise.”
That night, she sucks his cock. He’s sitting on the bed while she kneels in front of him. Her pussy is still throbbing, less so than earlier. The man watches her head bob up and down. When she pushes his dick deep into her throat, he sees his cum painting her back. His hands run through her hair, but don’t push her any deeper. Her eyes are closed. She tries her best and tells herself that it will be over faster if she does well. He pulls her back as he starts to finish, cumming onto her chest. Afterwards he lets her shower on her own, dry herself off, and dress herself again. She returns to the bedroom, and he guides her into the cage to sleep.
The next morning, he fucks her on the bed. They start with her kneeling, while he stands behind her. Holding her hips to guide her, not to force her. She starts to sob again when he finishes inside her pussy. They have breakfast, she eats from her bowl. The man dresses her in lingerie, a black slip. Back to the bed, he relaxes while she gives him a blowjob. He finishes onto her new dress. He puts her back into her cage to rest for a while, wrapping her in a warm blanket. A light lunch. She hasn’t been drinking enough water, and so he insists she finish her bottle. The man fucks the girl on the bed again. Missionary, she looks into his eyes occasionally, when he looks back her eyes dart away. More rest, then he has his way with her again. Standing, in front of the mirror. She looks at the cum stained slip hanging off her body. Dinner. Anal sex. Another bath and she crawls into the cage to sleep.
She wakes up before him and watches him sleep for a while. He gets up, feeds her breakfast, lets her out to use the bathroom and wash up. When she comes out, he’s sitting on the couch. Next to him is the clothes she arrived in, repaired, washed, and folded. She eyes the pile suspiciously. He smiles, “You’re going home soon. One last time.” He has her climb on top of him. The man takes a collar from his pocket and puts it on her neck. She guides his cock inside of him and starts to bounce up and down. He leans back and watches her fuck herself. Her head hangs down, staring at his chest. “I’ll miss you.” Tears start to run down her face. “I’ll remember you.” She buries herself into him and cries.
The car pulls away. She walks slowly up to her apartment. The girl puts the collar on her nightstand. She checks her phone, still plugged in where she left it. No new messages. The next day she goes to work. Nobody asks her about her weekend. She returns home and eats alone. That night she lies awake, staring at the collar.
The girl takes a moment to appreciate the reflections on the still, pristine water. A deep breath of fresh mountain air. That satisfying crunch of wood and earth beneath her feet. She holds onto the moment as she clicks the collar around her neck and walks to the cabin door.
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