The Final Lesson

by Anonymous

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He saw Her.

It had been nearly two years, yet he felt it again so quickly.

He had been in training, and had learnt so much.

The memories came back in a flurry. He had spent over three years in Her service, and his training had been unceasing.

He felt the reaction that had been the result of so many long days of completely devoted service, that he had lost track of time. Indeed, keeping track of time had become quite unnecessary. Total service, complete devotion, absolute dedication; he had been owned. He had been fulfilled. He had found the one place for which it seemed he had been made.

How he longed to return and undo the events of that day, that fateful day. How he wished that he could turn back the clock and be there. Kneeling. Bowed.

His breathing was becoming laboured. He couldn’t help it, and he knew that he would never be able to help it.

How things were different now.

He was employed by the most powerful Lady in the galaxy. He had an enormous salary, uncapped expenses, and access to any and every pleasure he might desire. He had the most important place that one of his kind could ever hope to achieve.

He had devoted what was left of his life to the unswerving duty to pass on what he had learnt. The outcome. The outcome that was to be avoided at any cost, whatever may be the price.

He felt it. He felt it so keenly with the first glance. It was inescapable, unavoidable, undeniable.

If only he had known. Surely he could have served for just a day longer; surely he could have persevered just a little.

The students that he trained daily must never be allowed to experience what he had experience. That was the only passion that drove him to open his eyes each day, the only meaning that there could be to take another breath.

He felt the almost forgotten urge, the reaction that had once been so familiar had become a memory, yet was now a very evident reality once again.

He tried not to look, not even take a glance, yet found himself looking to see Her, searching to find Her in the thronging crowd. He felt his heart beating so loudly that he was sure that everyone around must hear it too.

Her voice, calling his name. He turned, and She was there before him.

His cock was throbbing painfully, he was panting with unbridled arousal and excitement, he was unable to prevent himself from falling to his knees and bowing his head.

He heard Her instruction, and obeyed instantly. He didn’t have any way of preventing it, nor did he have any desire to stop his reaction. One word: “cum”. He came, for the first time since that day two years ago. His cock erupted in entirely the most powerful way, and his entire body convulsed as he came so hard at Her feet.

Finally, he collapsed, totally spent.

He felt Her clip Her leash to the collar that had never been removed, could never be removed. As She started to continue on Her way, he followed on his knees, crawling after Her. Now, he knew that he understood. He realised that the last lesson had been learnt, and he was totally owned. All of the pieces that had haunted him fell into place with that one encounter. He was HERS. Forever.