25. Endings
He lasted far longer than anyone expected. Yes, defying expectations. The Doctor's expected him to live 6 months, a year at most. He was show them, It was now almost 5 years later, and he was still alive. Bedridden sure, but alive.
He had had a great life with his Mistress, and between Her and the gurl's they had seen to his every comfort. Oh he managed for a three years to continue to serve in a limited capacity, but play was out of the question. His heart was simply too weak to take it anymore.
Mistress still enjoyed sitting with him on the back deck in the mornings and evenings, and taking short walks with him. Though he leaned on Her far more nowadays.
He tired easily, and fumbled more. The gurl's took over more of the chores, and they did so happily. The all fussed over him.
Then came the day that he found he could not get out of bed. His legs stopped working. This was a by product of his particular form of cancer and they had been warned it could happen. But you never really get that idea through until it happens, and frustrated he pounded his fists hard.
Soon Mistress came in questioningly and saw his face and whispered, "Your legs, pet?"
He nodded glumly and She gave a curt nod then said, "it's time then."
She summoned the gurls and whispered to them, and soon they rushed off, returning a bit later with a rolling desk that would go over his bed while Mistress raised the new hospital bed they had gotten him to prepare for this day, and then Mistress picked up a gift wrapped box and sat it on the desk, pushing it in front of him.
He looked confused. In 27 years Mistress had never given him anything except the gift of Her dominance, and truly that was all he ever needed. She urged him to open it and as he did he found a brand new laptop, a Mac laptop. He hadn't used one in ages, but that is what he had used before coming to be Hers.
He caressed it with his hands and looked up at Her with tears in his eyes and She leaned down and whispered. Write for me, pet, like you did when You first captured my heart those many ears ago in that silly internet chat forum. Write this, write the story of our journey together."
He nodded, unable to form the words, "yes Mistress," but She understood and caressed his cheek.
"I love You, pet," She hugged him tightly.
"I love You, Mistress," He responded and just savored Her embrace.
He began writing. Once he got started the memories and the words flowed from him. He told the story, every bit of it as detailed as he could remembered it flowed out of him. Oh, he couldn't remember everything, but he remembered enough to hit plenty of the highlights, but that really wasn't the point. No one could give a day-by-day account of the past 27 years of D/s bliss that he had lived with his Mistress.
But that didn't stop him from trying.
He wrote for almost 3 years. Still defying the Doctor's expectation, but his Mistress had given him a task, and he would fulfill it. Then one night, he just felt the need to finish, She he started a special file, wrote a few more lines, then closed the computer and hand wrote a note for Mistress to please indulge him and wait one year before going in and reading his story.
He proofread everything a dozen times and once satisfied, he shut down the computer, after making sure that She would find everything on it.