****** Tormenting Rage 6: Reconciliation by Rage ******
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Tormenting Rage 6: Reconciliation

Rage sat in the chair and stared out the window. The birds danced in the air
outside, so graceful and beautiful in their freedom. She raised her hand to her
neck and felt the skin, so long it had been covered by the reassurance of the
silver collar of her Master. Now that she had removed it, she felt naked even
when she was completely dressed.

Softly sighing she stood and walked over to her closet to decide what to wear
for the job interview. She sorted through what little clothes her Master had
sent her. Most of it would fit a new Master hunt, not a job interview. Finally,
she chose the white jeans and a black silk blouse. She put on her knee length
black, 5 inch heeled, boots. Grabbing her wallet and shoving it in her back
pocket and then picking up her car keys she headed out.

The drive was pleasant, not too many idiots on the road. She hadn't drove so
much since she had been collared she didn't realized how much she enjoyed
driving. Her Master hadn't allowed her to drive much, saying it wasn't part of
her duties. Now she realized that he was trying to make her depend on him,
completely.

She couldn't say she was happier without him, but she could say she was glad to
be independent for a while. She had thought he would be calling her, instead,
since the day she left, the only contact he had made was to call her to tell
her he was sending her belongings. She did miss him. He had been a large part
of her life, for the last few years, and now everything seemed emptier without
him.

She walked into the office building and took the stairs up to the fourth floor.
She was glad she was in such good shape, she hated elevators. She made it to
the office and checked the door for the name of the company. McMichael's Inc.
She stepped into the small outer office and checked in with the secretary. She
took a seat in one of the chairs and waited for her name to be called.

"Rage Storm," the secretary called. Rage stood and followed the woman behind
the doors and down the hall. She entered the Managers office and stood in the
middle. "Mr. Davids will return in a moment. Please make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you, Mist...Miss.. " She winced unnoticeably as she stopped herself from
calling the woman Mistress.

"Davencrowe. Amber Davencrowe. I am sure you will do fine." She turned and
left, closing the door behind her.

Rage waited a moment before she sat down. She began to wonder if she would ever
get over the impulse to kneel and wait. She moved to a chair in front of the
desk and sat down. The door opened behind her as she sat down. She stood and
turned to face her prospective employer and about fainted.

He stood in the doorway, staring at her. His eyes wide and his mouth partially
opened in surprise. "Rage," he whispered softly. "Master," came her weak reply.
She stared at him just as wide eyed.

"How have you been?" He questioned as he seemed to gain hold of himself and
walked into the office. Closing the door behind him. "I can't talk long, have a
Mr. Storm to see about his application."

How little he knew of her! She frowned and sat down in the chair, before he
could offer it to her. "I am Rage Storm. I have been well."

He frowned as he stared at her. "I never knew your last name was Storm." he
shook his head to clear it of the memories and looked at her. "Rage, I don't
think we can work together."

She nodded, after seeing him she knew he was right. She would always feel that
he was right in all he said or did and that was not what the job entailed. "Of
course not, Sir." She rose and started to the door.

"Rage, please stay." His voice was soft and the sound of his words were more of
a plea. "I have missed you."

She stood frozen, facing the door as she heard his confession. Her heart
dropped to the pit of her stomach. Yet she couldn't stop herself from speaking.
"I have missed you, Sir."

"What I did was wrong. I know that now. I forgot my love for you, I only wanted
to break you, that damned temper of yours that willingness to take all the pain
you could. I didn't want them to kill you, but I knew they could have and yet I
left you there. I am sorry, Rage. For failing you."

Something forced her to turn and walk back to his chair and kneel in front of
him. Her long legs folded under her, her knees spread widely, the jeans hugging
her tightly. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts out to him and raised
her head showing him her immense pride in her submission. Lowering her eyes in
respect of him. She took his hands in hers and softly whispered. "When you
asked what I wanted that day. I was about to say more. I didn't because that
would have put my death in your hands. and that is not what I wanted. I love
you, Master, have since the day we met.

"I am your slut, slave, bitch, cunt, whore, any name you choose to call me. But
I am yours, all my heart and soul, body and mind. I am proud and honored to be
yours. This one has missed you these last four months.

"I am not asking for my collar back. But asking for us to start again. With the
love that we share and let it guide us in this new beginning." She laid her
cheek on his hand and smiled up at him.

His breath caught in his throat. "Are you sure, Rage? Can we start over?"

She nodded and he gathered her into his arms and pulled her into his lap. He
unzipped her jeans and pulled them down to her knees thrusting his fingers hard
into her sex, she bit off the scream from the violent way he thrust into her.
Soon she was whimpering on his lap and begging him to let her cum.

"No, my bitch. You are woefully negligent on your training. You forgot to kneel
when I came into the room, and you did not ask my permission to speak. I will
not allow that to pass unpunished." he kissed her deeply and drove his fingers
deeper into her, as he pulled away and looked into her eyes he smiled. "I love
you, Rage, but your torment has just begun."

She arched and pressed her sex into his fingers. "Love you, Master, " She
gasped, "I am yours."

"You always will be," he kissed her again "You always will be."

And that is the day they began again.

~End~

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