My Master led me up the stairs to his chamber, once there he removed the leash from my collar, picked me up and placed me on his bed. The linen had been changed since we had been there earlier, and was fragrantly fresh. My Master leaned over me looking deep into my eyes, he smiled, "Tonight your life will change, tonight you will find a new bliss."
Up until then i had only expected that the Master would use my body for his pleasure, as he had in the past, manipulating my body until i begged him to let me cum or until he tired of the game, and dismissed me. i obeyed out of both love and fear, tonight promised to be different.
It was different alright, as my Master placed his cock at my cunt lips he reached up and removed my collar. He moved away from me, his eyes cold, and he told me to go me over to his fireplace and to kneel with my back to him.
i felt the sear of his branding iron placed over his mark on my left shoulder. He then blindfolded me, and led me out of the room. He put me in his car, we drove for a while, we stopped, I was pushed from the car, and he sped away.
i stood there silently, wondering what i should do, finally i removed the blindfold, and I was back in the park, the park where I had met this Master. i looked around, and there on the ground next to me were my clothes, the ones i had worn the first night. i slowly reached down and began to dress, tears flowing down my cheeks, what had i done, what was he doing to me now?
A note pinned to my panties read;
Bliss, I am releasing you from my powers, go back to the reality of your world, I am no more your Master then the man in the moon. I love you baby, but it is over, my desire for you and the power that you possess would have destroyed my realm. I have never felt such total surrender, surrender that would take up my whole being. That, being what it may, I release you to find your real Master.
Love Peter.
i slipped into my dress, put on my shoes, and went and sat on the bench, holding my panties and the wrinkled note in my hand i began to cry... i felt empty, lost, my heart torn, my soul cried out into the night. i was no longer Bliss the teacher, i was no longer baby bliss the slave, i was now bliss, the submissive slave, without a Master
Alone, all alone now, empty inside, bliss sat on the park bench. What now, her life having been taken from her, her eyes had been open to the real bliss, the bliss that had been since birth, repressed deep inside her, had been brought to the surface by a man that she had given herself over to. She looked to the heavens, and prayed. Tears filled her eyes as she got up and walked down the path, without the guiding hand of her Master, her friend, her teacher, he had deserted her. Her training had been phenomenal, bliss had exceeded all her Master's expectations, she was ready, to become one with him, body, mind, heart, and soul... He had been so proud of her, why had he done this to her. What moved him to abandon her, leaving her empty, with a burning desire, burning with the need to be filled.
bliss made her way back to the family summerhouse on the south end of the lake. Wanting to be alone, alone with the struggle going on inside hers, bliss grabbed the keys to her dads fishing lodge, and headed down the long winding stairs the led to her family's boat.
She loved the water and boating. She loved feeling the power under her feet as she eased the throttle forward and left the dock behind. It was 30-mile trip across the lake to the fishing lodge. She would find her peace there, located on a secluded cove; the house was surrounded by 5000 acres of woods, almost wilderness. She went there often when she wanted be alone, lost with her own feelings, now she was going there to find herself, to find her feeling and to grow from them.
Pulling slowly into the cove, bliss docked the boat like an expert pilot... easing into the slip, tying off the bow, and then the stern, she headed to the lodge. Once inside, she checked the cache for supplies, noted that she should have stopped at the grocery on the trip up. She whirled around and headed to the bar, Dad always kept it well stocked. She grabbed a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black, a glass and headed for the shower. She poured the Scotch Whiskey into her glass, took a sip, and then downed the rest in two swallows. She poured another, and did likewise, fuck it, she said to herself, I'm gonna get fucked up tonight, tomorrow is a new day. She stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower. The whiskey had started to relax her and the pulse of the shower felt good against her skin. She took the shower head in her hand a began to rinse her body, the water cascading down her neck between her breasts, she lower the showerhead down across her breasts making them tingle and come alive, her nipples hardened. The showerhead went lower, down across her tummy, down to her shaved pubic area the water now spraying between her legs. She spread her legs slightly, the water splashed against her smooth vulva, her clitoris peeking out from under it's hood and through it's ring exposed to the hot stream of water, her body shuddered. She needed a release, she again direct the spray to her clit... her hips beginning to undulate, she could feel her orgasm building, she groaned as the feeling intensified... "Yes" she whispered as she gripped the showerhead with both hands and turned the nozzle to pulse, she screamed as it attacked her clit, she bit her bottom lip, as her body stiffened, she was right at the edge, a few more seconds and she would cum. Her back against the shower wall she began to slide down into a squatting position making sure the pulsing spray was direct at her slit. She shrieked as she felt her abdomen tighten and her vagina contract... the water now slamming into her clit her hips bucking, her eyes opened wide, she began chanting, cum bliss, cum bliss! She stared at the pulsating stream of water, she collapsed on to the shower floor, she still belonged to him! She needed to hear his words, the words of her Master. She lay there exhausted, frustrated, and scared...
No, she thought, he released me... I no longer belong to him, but I do not belong to myself either. My slave heart has taken away my will , and given it to my new Master, a Master I have yet to meet... A Master who will love me, who will own me, who will protect me, a Master to whom I will give myself, body, mind, heart and soul... she now knew why she had come here...
She went to the den, unlocked the cabinet, picked up her Dad's Colt 44 Magnum, grabbed the bottle of whiskey and walked out the back door of the lodge. She walked down the path, she raised the bottle to her lips, taking a long swig, feeling the whiskey burn her throat as she swallowed, she continued to walk, and drink. She had been down this path many times, but never this path. She knew her Master waited at the end of the path she had chosen. Her Master, with his evil smile and cold piercing eyes, she knew he waited for her, and she was going to meet him...
She came to the clearing as the sun began to set, it's twilight shimmering through the trees reflecting off the pond, her pond. This was her quite place, she sat down on her flat rock as she had many times before, and never before.
The bottle now half-empty, she took another swallow, the liquid now went down smoothly...
Bliss sat there staring at the sunset, tears streaming from her eyes her hand clenched the weapon tightly as she brought it up to the side of her face... Master, I am yours, she cried as she began to squeeze the trigger.
Suddenly as if out of nowhere a silver and gray figure charged her, knocking her to the ground and separating her from the grips of death. She scrambled to her knees, spinning to see who her attacker may have been. She scrambled around searching for the gun, it along with her attacker were nowhere to be seen. She buried her face in her hands, trembling she cried.
She felt a hand touch her shoulder, giving her a start, she turned quickly,. "Who?" she began, but there was nobody there.
Looking around, she yelled. "Who are you? Show yourself you bastard."
Bliss was now walking in circles searching for her gun, "Give me back my gun! Leave me alone. Just leave me alone." She cried.
She sat down again at the edge of the pond, her arms and head on her knees she cried, "Just leave me alone..." she sobbed.
