Not Even Death-Eternally Your Master by B.B. Blaque Page B

of the estate, to the gazebo. Twinkling
lights glistened in the trees, sparkling orbs lit the way and each
of the stones along the path whispered a story. She could feel
Markus’ arms around her, his love carrying her and illuminating the
path for Derrick.
    As they neared the gazebo, Calico noticed the
lights were all a glow. She hadn’t seen it like this in so long.
She hadn’t had the heart to bring her surroundings out of the
darkness any more than she’d been able to come out of the fog on
her own.
    Derrick looked back to her questioning face.
Small hands covering her mouth, eyes wide and sparkling; steps
stilled in awe. He knew she’d be surprised and would continue to
be.
    “He knew you’d never be able to go into the
dungeon this soon Cali.” He tugged gently on her hand, leading her
to the entrance.
    She knew it was inevitable and yet she was
unprepared for the reality of it. Derrick had played with her
before, but this was different. Why is it different Kitten? I’m
still here. You’re doing this for me. Obey . She heard his voice
in the breeze tickling across her cheeks, curling up and embracing
her. He was right. This was for him.
    Following the tug, her feet released from
their spot on the ground. The pair walked up the steps and she saw,
it was prepared for play. The pillows lined the bench that curved
around the space, the mattress had been removed. Markus outfitted
the entire thing with hooks and chains that could be easily hidden
away when not in use, she hadn’t seen them in so long. This was her
playground, her safe place.
    Without a word Derrick had her blindfolded.
She needed to let go completely, focus on Markus, and his gift. The
loss of visual cues would serve that purpose nicely. One day she’d
be able to surrender to someone else, but not this day. This day
was for Markus.
    She stumbled as the darkness engulfed her; he
made sure she didn’t fall. He’d been entrusted to do this and he
would show the trust was not misplaced. She looked so beautifully
confused and unsettled. He would take her up slowly and to the edge
so she could fly.
    The nighttime sounds came into focus with the
loss of vision. The cicadas were a loud audience as they sang their
piercing song all around, night owls sounded and the tides crashed
in a consistent pattern along the beach. She knew it wouldn’t be
long before the comforting sounds were obscured by the intensity of
the endorphins rushing through her body. She would see nothing. She
would only hear what was whispered into her ears. There would be no
pleasure, no pain; she would experience everything as a single, all
encompassing sensation.
    She heard the loud clanking of the chains.
They were moved all around her, a brief interlude to the song still
unsung. Her arm was gathered gently by a rough hand. Only the
calloused fingers gave it away. She could’ve envisioned Markus in
his touch. The faux fur lining of the leather cuffs greeted her
small wrist first. The sound of the roller buckle being fastened
and the snug fit brought comforting memories. Her mind wandered
effortlessly to another time, in the same place. A hand being
smacked back and forth ensnared her attention and loosened her
stance. She opened right on cue as another cuff wrapped her ankle.
With each adornment she relaxed into the experience. Only a slave
could understand the blissful comfort in restraint. The cicadas
were drifting into the distance as her world expanded and contained
her. She was everywhere and nowhere, all at once and the feeling
mounted as the seconds passed over hours. She was spread open at
all four corners and the elements were ready to converge. The wind
lightly caressed her increasing warmth, dancing and whispering
across her bare flesh. The cold metal of the chains and buckles
were accentuated by the heat building within. She could, happily
immerse herself in this moment and it had only begun.
    Finally, she felt his rough hands, exploring
her body. They traced her