swallow, true to her namesake bird, practically flew up the stairs.
***
{Flashback}
We showered, washing away the sweat, and soothing our muscles under the spray of water. She knelt in front of me under the water spray. Although she was freed of my cuffs and collar, and even with my words that released her from my service, she still insisted on cleaning me as if I still owned her.
There were few words to be spoken. Anything and everything that needed to be said between us had been done throughout that day. And though our emotions were raw at the inevitable, there was also a sense of calm and understanding.
We walked to her car, side by side, holding hands. I opened her car door for her. She faced me one last time. Our faces were similar in their bittersweet look of sadness, joy, sorrow, and happiness. Tears and smiles at the same time. A lingering farewell kiss. A lengthy hug. But it was time to let go.
She slipped into her car, and she drove off.
{End flashback}
“It’s almost time for me to go, my Lord.”
We were under the rainfall shower. She was on her knees, a soapy washcloth in her hands as she lovingly bathed and cleaned every part of me. The deep crimson welts left by my belt on her buttocks, were beginning to lighten into a rosy hue.
I held her head, and used my fingers to wash her tear-streaked face; the lively sparkle in her eyes showed they were tears of joy and pleasure, and not pain nor suffering. She had not called safeword, nor even called out Red. But perhaps my long absence from using a belt tempered my strokes. Regardless, she was well punished, and well used. “Yes. You have your family to return to. And I have to sell the farm, and find somewhere to live.”
“And what of us? Will we lose ourselves again for another 18 years?” she asked. There was a tinge of fear in her voice. “Am I only to be yours for today?”
I laughed. “I may be moving, my swallow, but I’m not planning to go very far. I like it here, I like my work, and now that you’ve come back and shown that you haven’t forgotten everything I’ve taught you, I think I just might want a sub again.” She has an almost beatific smile on her face.
It was an efficient return to reality after we stepped out of the shower. She dressed and became a mother again, and we were just the closest of friends.
We walked to her minivan, side by side, holding hands. I opened her car door for her. “You are ever the gentleman, my Lord,” she laughed as she turned to face me.
Her face glowed. “You’re happy,” I commented.
“Yes. Very happy and content. And I see in your face that you are as well.”
We kissed, and I wrapped her in a bear hug. She slid into her car. And as she drove off, I heard her joyful cry through her open window: “I am forever yours, my Lord!”
Yes, I thought, And regardless of what happens, you are forever mine, my swallow.
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