This final installment begins with the last few paragraphs from Part Two just to bring you back a bit.
I wish I could be there to read it for you. Thanks for listening.
Connor
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From Part Two>>> "The Miss sat the biker on the couch and she then helped him off with his leather vest, hanging it on the wall opposite, so it would be the first thing he saw when he came to his senses. She knew some of these bikers were more concerned with their damn vest than with anything else. She made a mental note to ask this one more about that -- if he was 'the one'. As she moved back toward him she grabbed a set of shackles, chains, and locks from a hook on the wall. She quickly chained him to the couch.
The sedative was light; he would be in full control of his faculties shortly. As usual. This was the point where she always grew anxious. When they woke up they would always struggle a bit. Only the ones that were 'worthy' would stop fighting it and accept what they were -- completely.
The ones that 'carried on' she convinced that they asked her to chain them. She would say, "Fine if you don’t like it I’ll set you free" That's exactly what she always did, sending them on their way. This one though.... He was different than the others...This one she knew was 'the one' she had always dreamed of.
She knew deep down that he was going to be hers forever. The Miss sat in her chair and waited for her boy to awaken….". <<<
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The biker slowly opened his eyes. This was a new feeling; he shook his head and wondered if it was the tequila or the “Jack” that got him. He tried lifted his arms to stretch and was suddenly wide awake! His arms were shackled. He kicked out his feet; they were locked securely as well! He looked around wildly, first seeing his colors, then seeing Her.
The Miss watched him as he awoke -- She liked the slow and familiar way her captives would wake up, as if they were at home tucked in bed. She smiled. He looked so sweet -- until, like a blast from a gun, he realized that something was different. His eyes popped open. The words ”Look at me, boy! Don’t run from me!” screamed in her head as he thrashed and pulled. His lips moved but she didn't hear him. She, waiting, watched his body. She thought: ”Stay with me, my dear one! You can do it. Find me”. She watched intently as his eyes darted around the room, probably hoping his leather vest was in plain sight. "Yes! He sees it. He sees me," she thought. The Miss smiled gently at him. He settled Inwardly she sighed, feeling relief. A tear welled up in her eye; she cursed at her weakness and wiped it away. She stood up and quickly moved in, closer to him. Aloud she said,”Do you know where you are boy?”
A low steady growl slipped past his lips. He said ”What the fuck are you smoking, lady? Do you know who I am and what my brothers and I are capable of?" He tugged at the chains, making a show of bravado. Inside, his heart was racing and his thoughts were spinning. He wanted to drop to his knees and kiss her feet for seeing past the bullshit, but he couldn’t let go of what he was..He wasn't sure what he was!
This woman that had taken him from his brothers with just a glance seemed like “Her”. He prayed she was, but, what if he was wrong? Then what? She laughed at the biker on his fucking knees. Would she take and send out a picture? He glanced around for cameras.
He groaned from a pain that wasn't a physical pain. It reflected the turmoil of his exposed outer world constantly colliding with the inner world that he dreamed of. Everything finally gave way to an explosion of thoughts, feelings and -- most of all -- relief. All of this came from this strange woman that he didn’t know, but who was suddenly the center of his universe. He was placing all of his hopes, his dreams and his love into this one time and place with the most beautiful woman he had ever known. He sagged, dropping to his knees in front of her since this was the only place these chains would allow him. She was there with him, next to him. "Do you know where you are, boy?" She said these words twice as she watched him, staring at his body as he looked up. He was angry at himself for allowing his cover to fail. His mind slipped back and forth, from his one world to the other. A single tear formed and gathered in the corner of his eye. Before he could shake it free she reached out and, with a slim manicured finger, caught it. She raised him slowly to his feet. Where he saw failure and weakness she saw a man.
She knew that the inner and the outer strength that this man had used to restrain himself for her would allow submission that was more powerful than that of any any other ten men’s. That one little tear.... She stared in wonder at the jewel as it glistened on her finger. He watched her. The biker was ashamed at shedding that tear. He did not know what it meant to her, something more than anything else she has ever owned. This single fragile drop meant that years of hope and of praying and of searching had finally come to and end. She moved he finger closer to her lips, at last letting the tip of her tongue reach out to take the tear. She looked at him on his knees and then she carefully removed his shackles. She whispered to him kneeling there with his head hanging, "Do you know where you are, boy?" He looked up at her. He replied, "Am I home, Miss?" She smiled at him. "Yes, you are finally home. You are mine...." She slowly pressed his head to the floor and draped a chain over the back of his neck. "..... and I am Mistress!"
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