Nothing Compares to You

(This story was written around the song Nothing Compares to you)

"He's gone!" She sighed. "He told me I wasn't worth the effort."

"He said," she looked at her friend with tears filling up her eyes, "You don't follow what I tell you." she sighed, "I did everything he told me to do."

Her friend frowned, "except that one thing."

"I wear the collar proudly!" She shouted and pushed her long hair away from her neck to expose the collar he'd placed around it a full year ago. "I am his!"

Her friend looked at her with pity in her eyes. "Not anymore, sister. If a Master says your done," she frowned, "than your done."

"It's only been seven hours and fifteen days," she whimpered. "He could change his mind." She stomped her foot. "He could!"

"Not likely, sister."Her friend walked away. The twinkling of the collar her friend wore around her neck seemed to sing out to Julie. Her Master was gone. The collar could be gone too if she'd take it off.

That night she ate out in a really fancy restaurant. Master didn't like fancy restaurants. He said they were over priced and it was where fools wasted money. She never considered herself a fool. But by eating in such a restaurant she felt like she had over stepped his control. But, in reality, it didn't really feel like that. It felt more like she was totally alone. There was no one to make sure she was safe, cared for and make the correct decisions. She felt panic. What had she done?

As she started her walk home several good looking men gave her the once over. Some resembled Master, others didn't look a thing like him but they all must just made her think of him. The guy with blonde hair and a big smile on his face reminded her of the time when she first met him. She'd felt totally lost and unsure of what to do. He'd told her what to do and how to do it. She'd felt confident. He gave her confidence.

The next guy had black hair and bluish eyes. His smile reflected Master's smile when he instructed her how to please him. She kept walking.

Images of the last time he Mastered her flashed across her mind.

"I could release you," he said to her. "A bright smile spread across his face. She knew he had no intention of releasing her. "I know how you like that having to stand on your toes or squatting so close to the floor that it makes your back hurt."

He turned away, then back again. Winked at her and added,"It truly is your choice."

She panted and moved to squat. "I..." she never finished as she needed to stand up again, and the only position she could stand in was on her toes.

"All you have to say is Master may I..." he laughed.

"Master..." she remembered falling into her squat.

"You called puppet?" His smile was so large it flowed up into his bluish eyes.

"Master may I..." she stood back up. Inwardly she was feeling sexy. He had her chained up in the cage. In a position she truly liked; the position made her horny. She'd do anything he asked. He knew this.

"May you what?" he'd asked. This had been her mistake. "She'd gave him the wrong answer.

She sighed. He made ungodly demands, she remembered. He was often hard to deal with. Yet, no other Master would do. Images of his hands caressing her body flashed through her mind. He had long fingers and he knew just where to touch her and just how to touch her. This made his demands almost impossible to ignore. She'd comply without a second thought. Images of his long blondish hair dashed across her mind. His long tall slender body overcome with a stiff cock and his whip, ran swiftly through her mind. Nothing, she realized, nothing compared to him....nothing...

She sighed again and walked out into the backyard of the house she'd received when her mother had died. This was the area where her mom had planted all those beautiful flowers. Roses, tulips, daises...the list went on and on. Then a few years later she died and just like that they all died too. The back yard now seemed like a vacant place. All live had gone. Even the birds who use to live in the trees and sing songs all day had vanished. It was like they lived in the back to be with her and once she was gone they left too.

"He will forgive me," she aloud. "He will forgive me."

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"Look, you can sit around and feel lonely and blame everything on the break up you've experienced." The doctor stopped talking. "Or you can go out and have some fun. Learn how to get along without him." He paused. "Do you really need these pills?" He handed her a prescription for nerve pills. "I think you'd get along just fine if you'd just turn your back and walk away."

She took the prescription and walked out the door thinking, "That doctor is a fool." She trashed the prescription and picked up her cell phone just as it began to ring...

"Master?" She said aloud...