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The aftercare music on the speakers in the dungeon wafts through to the playroom, mixing with His light snores that happen during the nap after He cums. My body is deliciously sore on every hole from being well used by Him. I smile as I can still feel the lashes from every implement He used on my shoulders. My back, my ass, my thighs and a few well-placed lashes on my pussy. He knows how to make my body sing. He knows how to make my brain soar into the height of liquid nothingness. He knows the sounds, the touch, the commands my body and brain crave... need...

He stirs softly in His light slumber, but its only to reach out and pull me closer, my head now resting on His chest. He can tell my brain is working too hard, especially after and impact scene and a thorough fucking. My runs His hands lazily down my back, lingering at certain spots that He knows He paid extra attention to during impact. I smile into His chest, my heart soaring as we continue to fly through the air together, slowly coming down from our high.

All too soon, our time together will be over. He will return to His life and me to mine. I will keep with me, though, our time and some well-placed marks... until next week when we will meet again.
3 years ago. Monday, September 12, 2022 at 12:00 AM

The relationship ended and my play collar was returned to me, in the box that He had made for me with my name on it. So what do I do with it now? It's not like I'm ever going to wear it again. I can't even look at it right now so it's buried in the back of my closet. What do I do with it though? It's 2 artists' craftsmanship. I cannot return the box - I have no clue where that came from. The collar - I ordered it - I know where it came from. Do I mail it back to Him and explain why I'm returning it? 

Someone told me that I should destroy the collar and the box and put them into a fire. Make it a cathartic release... but I cannot bring myself to destroy someone's art. I just cannot do that - I think that would hurt more than the cathartic release of getting rid of the implements. *sigh* so... what do I do with them now?

For now, they sit in the back of the closet, gnawing at my brain and my heart - mentally reminding me that they are there and him still renting space in my brain... What do I do with them now?

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