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Our wild ride came to a crashing end. We were sure all was as lost as Master Boyd’s black car. To our surprise, this would mark the beginning of something most unexpected and the end of something that had always brought us comfort.
Our world was evolving rapidly filled with both promise and hope for a better life. We were burying our past and attempting to fulfill our childish desires for the future. It had been a long hard road to redemption. We were ready to receive our reward for all that suffering.

Then came Master Boyd.

‘They’ had gotten the demented Dominant/submissive pair. Separated and scared, the two would dream only of their delusional home in the woods. The Dominant is taken prisoner while the submissive slips through the cracks of the system. Luckily, the collar is always loyal. In an act of equal service for equal service a kindness will be repaid.

Sheryl has been suffering without her prized investigator. She has chemo in her unit and power on her brain. It is time for the holidays to end. The vicious Interim Master has decided to fight for her collar. She didn’t toss it. It was stolen from her. The Interim will come calling for what she thinks is hers while the Dominant Master is being subdued by ‘they.’ His submissive was unable to recognize the threat. The shattered will start to crumble.

Ah, do you hear that? It is the thunder from a spring storm. Don’t be afraid. It is of course going to destroy the realm we created, but that is okay. Our delusions of being normal could never hold anyway. It was never real. So, if you all want to get back on this trip to nowhere, then grab that shitty Medicare card and the handcuff skeleton key off your nightstand. Oh, don’t forget the electrical tape. We are really going to need that very soon. Ready, steady, run, run, run