Caught Again
By Shannon Cole
Epilogue: Alone Again
Shannon quietly wiped away the tears that were streaming down her eyes with her sleeve. She quickly placed the old tattered journal away on her nightstand so that the ink wouldn't run on its now yellowed pages which contained tales and memories of her life as a submissive. Another sob rose into her throat, threatening to choke her as she allowed herself to fall face forward onto the bed. She sobbed, not caring if anyone heard her, but needing to release the pent up sadness and sorrow that filled her soul. As she cried her hands curled into fists around clumps of the blankets on the bed, her soul yearning to cling to anything and everything.
When at last the tears had slowed, and her stiff muscles began to relax, She gingerly forced herself to sit upright on the bed. She bit her lip, trying to be strong and force back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes again. She stood slowly and cautiously took a few steps. Once she was sure of her own feet, Shannon picked up the journal from the nightstand. She gently brushed her fingers along the polished wood of the hair brush that had lain in the same spot since her Master had claimed her again. She moved over to the desk and slowly settled into the chair. As she sat there, Shannon ran her fingers along the delicate silver collar she wore, the familiar pain in her heart as her fingertips brushed against the small lock that kept it permanently around her neck. She opened the journal, its dusty smell permeating the room, and picked up her favorite pen beginning to write. As the tears brimmed in her eyes, she knew this would be the last entry ever made.
Today is a day that I have known was coming for a long time. Today is the day that I had to finally say goodbye to my Master. He is and was and always will be the Master of my heart, soul and body. I thought I had lost him once before, but he found me again. I would not trade any second of the 39 years since that day. He loved me completely as a wife, a mother, a best-friend, a lover and as his submissive. He restored me so that I was whole, and made life make sense again. He became a second Father to my son, and loved him as though Nathan were His own. Someday I will meet him again, somewhere out in whatever afterlife there is waiting for two soul mates. It is our destiny to remain together for eternity. I will continue on here, knowing that when we meet again, he will say to me, "Welcome home MY pet."
