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have another registered parcel for you
Mrs. Cruz.” The mailman said. He extended a pen for her to sign and
handed her the latest package. It too, was from Markus.
She didn’t open it, or stop to get coffee.
She knew exactly where to go and what to do. Her feet barely
touched the ground as she dashed across the yard, clinging tightly
to the envelope. Today was going according to plan, rising above
and kicking the storm’s ass! Oh, how she loved him.
Once she’d passed the stones and bounced onto
the pillows she opened the envelope. She paused, trying to catch
her breath. With closed eyes, face turned toward the sky, she
smiled and blew a kiss. She knelt, open, presenting herself for his
latest message. His absence was no excuse to be lazy. She’d done
enough of that already.
Slowly, she pulled the fine parchment from
its holder. She wanted to savor every minute detail of these
moments. She heard the crisp sound of the paper unfolding, noting
the feel of it in her hands. She took in the beauty of his
penmanship, before holding it to her face and breathing in deeply. Was that really his scent? Or just the memory of what she
knew so well?
Kitten,
I’m sure the last day has been a new beginning for
you. You need to know, I granted you the time to grieve
intentionally, just as I intentionally put a halt to it yesterday.
I could’ve started the letters instantly, but then you would not
have processed your feelings. The denial, isolation and depression
are over Kitten. I hope you’ve taken the time to work through the
anger too. You will have your moments, I am certain, but these
stages of grief will not be wallowed in like a pig wallows in
mud.
As for bargaining and acceptance…Well, I’ve never
been one to acquiesce to convention, so why start now? I will lead
you through those stages personally. Even in death, I will guide
you and give you what you would bargain for; more time. Through the
gift of time, we will find your acceptance together.
He’d always been the most amazing man she’d ever
met. As she read, she knew, she was only beginning to understand
the vast depth of his soul and his most wonderful attributes.
She slowly slid the first sheet of paper behind the
second, making certain she’d read and understood each syllable.
As, I told you yesterday, I have friends who will be
looking out for you. I thought it best to begin with someone you
are acquainted and comfortable with. Derrick, will be the first to
assist me. He’s always liked you, and will do as I desire in a way
you’ll accept. He will surprise you Kitten, be prepared for it. He
is acting on my behalf as surely as if he were one of my floggers.
Expect the unexpected and go with it. You will find I know you
better than you could ever guess.
Eternally,
Your Master
Markus
CHAPTER THREE
The days that followed found her preparing
for the unexpected. She tended to the pedicure and made certain to
shave every inch of her neglected body. She excitedly anticipated
the unfolding of Markus’ plan.
Finally, Derrick made contact. As soon as she
heard his inviting voice on the phone her heart began to gallop,
her palms became wet. Strange, she’d never reacted to Derrick like
this before.
Derrick Destry had been a friend of Markus’
for many years. Calico knew him fairly well. She’d known his former
submissive in a strange sisterhood they sometimes shared. Through
this relationship she’d gotten a good feel for the man. His sub
always seemed happy and was well cared for. She knew Lucy wasn’t
fearful of him either.
Derrick and Lucy had played at different
clubs and house parties they attended. Though he always pushed her,
he never went beyond her limitations. Markus trusted Derrick enough
to allow him to occasionally join when he played with Calico. Even
with her eyes closed and back turned, she could distinguish between
lashes given by Derrick and those from her Master. Markus always
played much harder than Derrick. He