With his eyes closed and his hands grasping his neck and groin he could almost imagine Mistress back with him—almost. As each anniversary passed it was getting harder and harder to recapture the feelings of bliss. He sank to his knees with a sigh and let the tears fall freely. Tears she had not wanted to see when she'd insisted on removing his collar, while she still could.
"I want you to be free, pet. Free to find a new Mistress. In fact, you will do so. Is that understood?"
It was the only lie he'd ever told.
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