His Black Pearl (20 page)

I can’t even imagine how much time he must
have wasted following me through the woods, or how he and White
Coat somehow managed to force the herd into finding me, but somehow
he did. My collar is proof of that. It’s all the proof I’ll ever
need.

I wait for him to latch the band into place,
but he doesn’t. He just holds it silently before me, and as I meet
his gaze, I finally understand.

He’s giving me a choice. I can either submit
to a life of servitude, or I can be free.

My breath hitches at the realization.

It’s one thing to be forced into slavery, but
another to choose it. After crawling into his arms, I’d fully
expected him to force me into submission. He’d capture me once
more, and I’d be his. No escape and no guilt.

But this…this independence...

My mother’s voice screams at me to run, and I
know that if I flee back into the woods, Flax will take me back
unquestioningly. Fury will pretend nothing happened, and I’ll move
on along with the herd naked and free until the end of my days.

It’s as close to liberty as I can ever hope
to achieve on this island, and I know I should want it.

But I don’t.

I want Master. I want him to possess me, to
take me, to mold me into whatever creature he sees fit.

I want to belong to him.

I’m sick, I know, but at least now I’m
honest. Pushing aside my mother’s voice, I make the first and last
true decision of my entire life as I slowly press my neck into the
collar.

When he buckles it into place, I sigh with
contentment. Its weight is as familiar and reassuring as my
master’s presence, and when his fingers softly stroke my cunt I
lean into his touch like never before.

I’m yours, Master. Until the end of time, I’m
all yours.

He kisses my nose, my forehead, my cheeks,
and then finally my lips. I savor the taste of him. I kiss him back
with all the power and strength I have, and his arms wrap around
me. He lays me on his back. His hands sweep across every inch of my
skin, and his mouth moves to my breasts while he unbuckles his
pants.

I wait, eager for him to order me into
position, but he doesn’t. He enters me while I lay before him, and
for the first time ever I can see those wonderful blue eyes staring
down at me.

“Isa,” he whispers my name, and I croon as he
thrusts deep inside me.

Oh, Master, no words can describe how I’ve
missed you.

A cool wind blows the branches of the swaying
apple tree, and a shower of leaves falls upon us, but all I can
feel is my master’s touch. He grinds into me over and over again.
His lips trail kisses down my chin, my neck, my shoulders. He
claims my body as his own, and I relinquish all control.

I belong to him. For once in my life, I
finally know where I belong.

We come at the same time, and the orgasm
leaves us both breathless. His arm pulls me into his tight
embrace.

As if I’d ever leave you again, I want to
say.

He presses his lips to mine one last time
before clipping a leash to my collar. The ground is rough and
painful to my bare knees, but it’s what I deserve. I’d crawl
through broken glass if that’s what it took to stay with him, and
somehow I think he knows it.

He pets my head before calling out to the
truck, and for the first time, I notice White Coat slouching beside
the driver’s side door. He moves to the back of the vehicle, and
there in the back is my cage, the exact same one from my
kennel.

Who would have ever thought I’d be so glad to
see those bars again.

Only a narrow patch of dirt road separates me
from my former life—my true life—but a cry from the woods draws me
up short. I look over my shoulder, and there, just breaking through
the tree line is Flax. She runs up to us and her tiny breasts heave
as her eyes dart between me and Master.

Flax, what are you doing?

Her gaze meets mine, and she whines once more
before dropping to her knees and crawling towards us. White Coat
strides towards her, but she doesn’t try to run. Just like Master,
she won’t let me go so easily.

I press my body against my master’s leg and
look up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. Please, I want to say, but
our understanding is far deeper than any language could ever hope
to convey. He strokes my head and smiles down at me softly before
calling out to White Coat. My once and future trainer doesn’t even
hesitate before he picks up Flax and loads her into my cage.

I’m far happier than I should be. Flax has
given up her freedom for me. I should feel so guilty for leading
her on as I have, especially when I can never belong to anyone but
my Master, but maybe she’ll be able to find the same happiness I
have. Maybe, just maybe, she’ll finally learn to understand the
freedom that submission truly brings.

Master leads me to the truck’s passenger side
door. White Coat climbs in behind the wheel and starts the engine.
As I kneel down between my master’s legs, I catch one last glimpse
of the forest. Fury stands watch at the tree line. I almost wish I
could give her one last wave, just to tell her I’m okay, but Master
is unzipping his pants now. His massive cock stands before me, and
I wrap my lips around it before he can even ask.

Oh, thank you, God, for finally bringing me
home.

Epilogue

Seasons pass.

One day bleeds into the next and the next and
the next, but time really is such a meaningless thing, almost as
meaningless as the words I once clung to.

I shift my position. Flax lays pressed
against my back. The little ginger’s hair is braided into a neat
bun, and she’s so clean I almost don’t recognize the wild woman I
once laid with. She lets out a sigh as I move away from her, and
the chains hooking her thighs to her ankles clank.

It’s been months since I’ve had to wear those
awkward things, but Flax still tries to stand when Master and White
Coat aren’t around, and of course that’s a habit they’ll need to
break. Overall, though, she’s come quite far in her training. She
obeys most of what White Coat tells her, and I’ve hardly ever seen
him take his crop to her. I don’t think even he has the heart to
beat a creature as sweet as she is.

She belongs to him now, just like I belong to
Master, and I thank God every day for that small miracle. Lord only
knows where she’d be if they ever split us up. But of course Master
won’t let that happen. He knows how happy she makes me, and he’s
arranged it so that she can stay with me while White Coat goes to
work each day. Only at night does she follow him back to his
apartment while I journey with Master up to his bedroom…and oh what
nights those are!

Outside, a light breeze blows dried leaves
through the open window. One lands across Flax’s bare chest, and
she bolts up. Her eyes are wild for a moment. She turns her gaze on
the open window, and I know what she’s thinking. She wants to run.
She yearns to return to the herd, but her love for me keeps her
anchored here.

If only she’d learn to find the same love in
White Coat.

Vaguely I wonder how Fury and the rest of her
women are doing. Did she make it through the winter? Have the
hunters that I now know prowl the forest finally come to claim her?
Is she still the wild woman I once knew, or has she been tamed? Is
she a pet like Flax and me, or a ponygirl, or maybe something
else?

I only hope that she can one day find the
same joy I have. To think that my own fear might have led me to
follow in her footsteps, to be separated from my master forever…
Oh, God, the thought’s almost unbearable, and I roll away from Flax
as I crawl across the study to my Master’s side and nuzzle my cheek
against his bare feet.

Oh, Master!

The guilt still haunts me. Guilt and fear.
Fear that he might not have come back for me, that I might have had
to spend the rest of my life out with the herd. I still remember
the emptiness, the ache I felt after leaving him. I’d been so
stupid, so very, very stupid, but not now. Now I thank the heavens
for his every word and caress.

He is such a wonderful master.

The shame of my escape hurts even more as I
remember just how kind he’d been after bringing me and Flax home.
Not once did he beat me. I knew I deserved to feel the crop’s bite.
I wanted it even. I’d been bad, hadn’t I? I’d run away. Surely a
beating was more than I deserved. But no, Master was kind,
forgiving. He let me taste his flesh during the whole ride home,
and even now I’m wet just thinking about the warmth of his seed
shooting down my throat over and over again.

Even White Coat seemed unbearably forgiving.
As soon as we reached the estate, he took me to the yard and had me
go through our usual motions together, but after he was satisfied
my training wasn’t completely lost, he just carried me back to my
kennel, bathed me, groomed me, and then did the same for Flax.

For all that I’d done, my only punishment
seemed to be extra attentiveness. My collar became tighter,
stronger, and my chain kept me trapped inside whatever room my
master wished me to remain. But if he thought I was leaving, he was
wrong. I’d been without him for so long, and nothing, nothing could
make me run again.

I think he must have felt the same way.

During that first week home, I can hardly
recall a second his cock wasn’t inside me. My mouth. My cunt. My
belly was so full of his seed, but I never stopped wanting more,
and he was more than willing to give it to me.

Even if White Coat hadn’t put my leg shackles
back in place, I don’t think I could have done anything but crawl
anyway, and I didn’t want to.

Lying at his feet, I feel his fingertips
trace my spine. I shudder in ecstasy. Any touch, any word from him
is enough to fill my heart with joy. I no longer wear a gag—within
a few days of returning home, Master understood it was no longer
needed—but sometimes I miss the feeling of his cock in my mouth so
much that I need something to fill the void. That’s why Master gave
me my chew toy.

He really is such a thoughtful master.

Its girth fills my mouth now. The
flesh-colored dildo is thick and long—not quite as massive as
Master’s cock, but close. I take it almost everywhere I go. Usually
I only release it when my master’s cock is ready to take its place,
but now I settle it onto the floor gently and wrap my lips around
his toes one by one. These memories have brought such shame with
them, that I can barely stand myself, and my tongue traces the
contours of his arch and heel as I taste my way up to his
ankle.

He shifts. The pages of his book stir. My
neck arches as he tugs at my collar, but still I don’t stop, and
when his hand slaps loud and hard against my bare ass, I just let
out a mewl and go to work even harder.

It’s a game we play now, one of many, and I
savor his touch as I bathe and honor his feet. From the writhing of
his foot, I know my ministrations must tickle, but when I look up,
his toe gently clenched between my teeth as my tongue caresses
every inch of his nail, a smile of contentment plays upon his
face.

I live for those smiles.

Leaning forward, he grabs my toy off the
floor and shoves the phallus inside me. Still warm and wet from my
mouth, it pounds straight through me as my back arches and my hips
thrust harder into my master’s touch.

I gasp and whine, my lips never leaving his
feet as the orgasm builds and builds before finally washing over me
in a pulsing surge. My legs feel like jelly. Master pulls my toy
out from inside me and places it in front of me to clean. I’m
already halfway done licking away my own juices when the door to
the study opens and White Coat enters.

I’m still no closer to understanding their
language than I was when I arrived, but I can tell from the
brightness in my master’s eyes that White Coat’s words must have
excited him. He swats my ass gently before clipping on my leash,
and my heart pounds with excitement. Are we going out? Is Master
really taking me with him to town?

He puts on his shoes, and I’m smiling hard as
he leads me to the door. In the background, Flax whines for me to
come back, but White Coat is with her. I look over my shoulder, and
he’s stroking her back. He whispers shushing words into her ear,
and miracle of miracles, she actually leans into his touch.

She’s learning.

The sun is warm outside. Master leads me to
the open-top car waiting in the driveway, and our chauffeur starts
the engine as soon as we’re inside. I sit between Master’s legs and
suck his cock during the whole long ride to town.

How I love these rides.

We stop just outside the town square. It’s so
hard to believe this place once frightened me. The ponygirls are a
welcome sight now, and the other men’s pets nuzzle me as I pass by.
I wonder if we’ll stop by the bakery before we leave—the old man
that works there always gives me such nice treats—but Master turns
down a street I know only too well, and I quicken my pace as we
climb the steps to our friends’ apartment.

The man with the handlebar mustache opens the
door. Master shakes his hand. They talk excitedly as they lead me
inside, and when I cross the threshold, I can already see Miss
Priss waiting in the far corner.

She’s so different from the woman I first
met. She doesn’t strut anymore. She doesn’t try to play games
either. Whenever she’s left alone, she screams and cries, and only
her master can truly calm her down. I’ve tried before. Master
occasionally brings me here to keep her company when her own master
has to leave, but I can only do so much. She still shivers when I
cuddle up beside her, and it breaks my heart every time she gurgles
out a wordless scream at the end of one of her nightmares, but
still, I’ll do whatever I can to help her. I owe her so much for
all the lessons she once taught me.