The Collaring

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In loving memory of Miss Barb.
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A long time ago
in a far away place,
there lived
an older Domme,
who spent Her time
searching the land
for just the right Submissive.

For many months
that search was in vain,
and She was about to quit
when someone
caught Her eye,
tugged at Her heart. . .

It took awhile
before She
got up the nerve
to reach out
for this beautiful
younger woman,
but one fine day
She sent a letter.

Much to Her delight,
it was responded to quickly,
enclosing the girl's information,
so the two of them
started to communicate
online and via snail mail,
slowly developing
a strong relationship.

In a while,
the girl showed up
on Her doorstep
unannounced,
but was shortly
made very welcome
by the Domme.

Their love grew
as days
and weeks
passed blissfully by,
until they both knew
it was Time.

In a beautiful place
She knew of
the Domme
Collared
the girl,
and the two of them
were VERY happy.

Five blissful years went by,
the girl serving Her,
in any way She required,
doing so with
a song in her heart,
and a smile on her face.

For Her part,
She grew to love the girl,
with a white-hot Passion
that belied Her advanced years,
and the two of them
were VERY
VERY
Happy.

Then came the day
when She noticed
a large lump
on Her left breast,
had it checked
by Her doctor.

It proved
to be Cancer,
that vicious
destroyer of Life,
so together
the girl and Domme
fought it
with everything they had.

For a while
it seemed
they were winning
the battle,
until one day
She went to sleep
in Her girl's arms,
and never woke up.

The story ends there;
what happened next
is the stuff
of another missive,
another Time.

RIP Miss Barb;
girl still loves You
after all these years!

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