One Last Time

One last time then I must go my little submissive one.

My pet.

This is the last time.

Your Master must go away
my sweet one.

The best pet in the world,
forever,
yes forever,
but Master must go.

When I met you I knew
that we must be together,
my little one,
my own sweet submissive one.

We were mine,
and you were perfect my sweet pet.

Perfect.

You were always the best for me,
the very best,
as you did my bidding,
did all I asked,
did it with joy,
as I protected you,
and cherished you,
and needed you,
yes,
needed you so very much,
my pet.

I still do.

But life changes
so much, so much my sweet pet.

Life changes,
and your Master cannot be
your Master anymore,
my sweet, submissive pet.

So one last time.

We will play one last time
as you kneel before me,
and you beg me to love you,
and I will,
I will love you little pet.

I will love you as you need to be loved,
as I always loved you in the past,
and as I love you now,
one last time.

One last time you praise your Master,
and I will allow you to praise me,
as I praise you,
as I praise the perfect pet,
before I says goodbye,
one last time.

One last time.