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brought to Hell for eternity which would eclipse her life no
matter if she lived another year or five billion years. Most
immortals overlooked this fact, thinking only in terms of their
pitiful life spans.
Angelique planned to be welcomed home when she died.
She readily acknowledged Satan as her Master. She knew her
only hope for a bearable afterlife was to be his agent in this
life, for she knew how deeply he hated man. The Devil hated
God, and man was made in His image after all.
She walked to the Eastern window and saw the sky turning
gray. "Soon," she thought. "Soon I'll bring David to me. He
will be very amusing. He was strong and pliable. Not to
mention his other attributes." she purred. Yes, David would
soon be turned, and she would have won again. She retired
to her coffin very happy indeed.
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Chapter 25
Kit was off for one of her marathon workouts and Jean and
Ginger were sharing a pot of coffee and strategizing. Jean
was getting restless and moody. There was something staring
him in the face and he was missing it. It was making him
crazy.
"My last message from Renee says that Ray has just
clammed up. Won't say a word. He's given me something, but
what?"
Ginger had helped brainstorm the idea, but they couldn't
figure out how knowing Angelique's age was a clue to finding
her now.
"Tell you what, I'll get on the web when I can and see
what research I can dig up about these royal families. Maybe
something will emerge."
"The problem is that, there are just so many difference
between then and now. Everything is different. It could be as
simple as that she lives in a house without air
conditioning."****Ginger nodded. "Of course I'll have to work
in my research around all these collaring ceremonies Kit and I
have to evaluate."
There was a pause and finally Ginger said "Master?"
Jean immediately perked up. Ginger rarely called him
"Master" anymore. He nodded.
"Master, all these collaring ceremonies have cause me to
think."
"Yes."
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"Well, I know that you have noticed me online, but that
you and I have never really intended to do anything in real-
life. I know that we have been so busy. I know that you have
a lot on your mind."
"Ginger, you're rambling."
"Yes, sorry. What I'm saying is. Even though we hadn't
planned to be together here we are. You have been a perfect
gentleman. You haven't pressured me into doing anything.
You have done your best to provide and protect me and Kit."
"Sir, I have seen your life. I have seen what you do and
seen how you do it. I know it is important, and I know you
give everything to it."
"Sir, I loved you when we met online. You were kind and
firm. There was a sadness about you that broke my heart. I
have kept you there ever since.
Master, this time I have spent with you has made me
realize that what I feel is truly love." She knelt at his feet.
"Master, I know that your life is full, and that there may
not be a place in it for me.
"Master, I must, however, say this or I will regret it my
entire life. Master, if you can find a place in your life for me, I
will give you whatever you need, be whatever you want.
Master you are the most Worthy man I have ever met. I don't
think I'll ever meet anyone who I'll be able to love more than
you.
"Master, I offer myself to you, without hesitation or
reservation.
"Master, I offer you my neck without condition.
"Master, you may take me and do as you will."
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She then lay her head on his lap and twisted her body so
that she was face up to him. She then arched back as far as
she could and closed her eyes. Her soft and beautiful neck
was completely exposed to him.
Jean was surprised by the offer, shocked actually. He had
not been involved with the D/s community very long, but he
knew that Ginger had acted correctly. It was considered
proper for a submissive to offer themselves to the Dominant.
This made the gift of submission complete and pure.
Jean had been thinking about his case so hard, he had
stopped thinking about Ginger and Kit as women. He had,
however, begun to think of them as partners and as his
wards. For so much of his life he had pushed his feeling and
needs as a man aside for greater causes. He realized, for the
first time that he had needs that needed fulfilling, no matter
how deeply he had buried them. Perhaps this is what the
Abbott been speaking about all those years ago.
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