Felix placed letter after letter, neatly on top of each other, in the box given to him. Two years of letters, one for each week, filled his container. Each one held her scent, her lovely handwriting, her seductive words, her crimson kiss next to her signature.
"Love, Yours Only, Your slave."
He folded up the last letter with a smile and set it on top of the others. He read them over and over, especially the ones which she explained how she pleasured herself while only thinking of him. All written words; no pictures of her pretty face.
But his time was finally up. He was hours away until he could see her again for the first time since the police put cuffs on them and broke them apart.
"Whatcha gonna do to her first?"
His cellmate was already far away in his fantasies. He swiped a few of the letters for his own personal use. He claimed he knew everything about Carry only from reading her words.
"Don't know yet, Bruce."
"Well," he said, salivating already, "you could start by punishing her for letter seventy-two."
Felix remembered letter seventy-two well. It was the only time she disobeyed him. She played with herself without permission. A wicked smile came to his face. He was still forming the plan in his mind on how to punish her. His one box was packed, and he was ready to spring from the bars that held him for two years. As the guard opened the door, he nodded to his cellmate. "Later."
"See ya on the outside."
"Yeah, in fifty years. Sure."
"Give her a good one for me!" he called out as Felix walked away.
"Like I want to think of you, you fucking disgusting slob," he muttered.
It took half an hour for him to see the sun without prison garb on. He smiled at the sky and inhaled deeply. It was all over for him. It was time for a new life. With her.
He waited for the bus, still thinking of her. He would have given anything to see and touch her that moment. But the bus trip was four hours to get to his new apartment, and he would arrive at night. Then the next day would be the day he had been waiting for. She wasn't free yet. She still had three months to serve. Every second was excruciating not being able to touch her. At least the next day, he'll get to see her face.
He boarded the bus and kept his eyes out the window and his mind on the past. That one last day with her, everything started going right. He was in love. Then everything went wrong in an instant, but at least she was safe. He never saw her after they were arrested. Bail was denied for them both. That was a given. Felix knew that his bounty hunting days were over. The judge made that clear while she snarled at him, lecturing him, telling him that he was a danger to society for helping criminals get away. There was no mercy in her hateful wrinkled face, only fiery eyes proving her determination to uphold the law. He got two years. She made sure to comment that he was fortunate she couldn't give him more. He hung his head on the way to prison. He had no fight left in him.
All he cared about was Carry's safety. Soon after, he found out that she made a deal and traded information that put her psychotic boyfriend and his friends away for life for a reduced sentence. That's when the letters started.
They wrote back and forth religiously. Their relationship blossomed through written words. He was becoming her Master. She was becoming his submissive. Three weeks in, he started setting rules. She obeyed them as if he were in her cell, towering over her, whip in hand. Even hundreds of miles away, he knew she was being honest about following his laws. He loved how poetic her scribing was. She disclosed every detail of how she rubbed her juices over her clit and begged in whispers, "Master, let me come!"
His penned voice wasn't artistic yet it was perfectly commanding and strong. She could hear his firm words, "Wait until lights out Tuesday night, then come for me and lick your fingers clean."
Then letter seventy-two happened. Her arousal overpowered her. She submitted to the devil that night and not to her Master. He could see the stains that marked the paper from the regretful tears she cried as she wrote her apology. In return, she received a curt note that week, a guarantee that he wouldn't forget to punish her for it.
His mind returned to the present. The blazing tangerine sun starting disappearing, painting the sky in colors too beautiful for an undeserving world. He made the empty promise to watch every sunrise and sunset until his last breath, one of many superficial vows people make once their punishment had ended. By the time he switched to the city bus, the glowing stars and city lights became his distraction from dwelling more into the past. Twenty minutes later on the road and after three blocks of walking, he was at his new home set up for him by his friends. Marv wasn't one of them. He had more hatred for him than sympathy because of his costly recklessness. Felix didn't bother asking for help from him. He knew he couldn't ask for his job back if he wanted to. With a revoked bounty hunting license and a prison record, he was dumped into the unemployed world, practically starting over. As important as the job search would be, it had to wait until he saw Carry first.
He found the key in its hiding spot and opened the door to his new apartment. The sudden freedom overwhelmed him, although he was far too tired to celebrate. He took a hot shower for an hour, made himself a simple peanut butter sandwich, then crashed to his bed and was still too exhausted to jerk off thinking of his beautiful sub. He quickly fell into a deep sleep.
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The spell of drowsiness was still heavy on him when he woke up. He chugged down piping hot coffee, shaved, and made himself as presentable as possible. The excitement made his heart race. He was nervous, hyper, and terrified all at once. He found his beat-up yet working car in its assigned space and hit the road.
Reentering a prison brought on the nausea. He cringed and shivered but sucked it up as he sat a table in a room full of boyfriends, husbands, sisters, and children. He lightly drummed his hands on the table, waiting. He stared at a clock for a long minute. Still waiting. The next two minutes felt like a hundred had passed.
The door opened, and one by one, the women came into the room. Felix anxiously searched each one for his angel -- the petite blonde with a sweet smile and innocent face.
Her sapphire eyes lit up and her lips curved into a wide smile. He stood, smiling, as she skipped to him. Her bangs grew out. Her wavy hair hadn't been cut and hung to her waist. Her tiny build remained small. And her still gorgeous tits were greeting him through a hideous, grey uniform. She slipped her arms around his neck and hung onto him tight.
"Wilder!" a guard snapped.
She slowly retreated while longingly gazing at her Master. He held the same pain in his eyes; the need to touch her everywhere was worse than ever. He needed to feel that she was alive. They sat on the edge of their seats, staring into each other's eyes, and occasionally looking down at certain places, thinking about what was underneath. The moment was too much for them for to be able to speak for the first couple minutes.
