Miranda drove towards Luca Falls, barely noticing the beautiful landscape and passing traffic. Her mind was on her destination, her destiny.

Miranda had spent the last three weeks trying to make a very difficult decision. She was driving towards the answer now. She had spent the last several months hopping from one boytoy bed to another, sexy men she picked up in clubs, bars, and gyms. Tall, tanned, well muscled men, that were more than happy to go home with the shorter, shapely brunette. She had been having the time of her life, or so she thought. Brian's image was always popping into her mind's eye whenever she wasn't expecting it.

Brian was her ex-Master, a lover and a dear friend. She had wanted so much more from him than he could give. She had pushed him and been jealous of every pretty thing within a country mile. To his credit, he held on as long as he could but she had wanted too much. She chastised herself as she drove. How could she have been so self absorbed, not seeing that he had needs too?

Brian sat nervously by the fireplace, reading the same paragraph over and over again in the novel, but still not comprehending it. Would she come? Would she stay? He needed only to look into her eyes for his answer, but she wasn't here. Yet....yet...he kept repeating to himself. She will come, have faith.

His body ached for her. He longed to touch her silky flesh and inhale her sweet perfume. He felt a stirring in his loins as he pictured her naked body restrained, her whispered answers to him, mixed with anxiety and lust. He wanted to hear the words, yes Master, in her smooth country accent that he loved so much.

Miranda pulled onto the street where Brian's home was situated at the end of a cul DE sac, free of houses on either side. Private, secluded, and eerie on this afternoon. She tried to calm herself, sort her thoughts, and remember all she had to say. She wanted to fall to her knees and kiss his feet, beg for his forgiveness.

Miranda shifted restlessly in her seat, restrained by the seat belt, and tried to keep her passions in line. She had started to slip into a submissive mindset, but she needed to be clear headed for what lay before her. She had a great deal of pleading and apologizing to do. She couldn't get it done if she was longing to be flogged or whipped.

Brian heard her car on the street. Many times he had heard that sound and his heart would skip a beat. Today it gave him mixed emotions. He stood up, placing his marker on the repeated page, and straightened his clothing. He walked towards the door and waited for the knock, the knock that he hoped would mean she would stay.

Miranda parked her car and climbed out. She adjusted her dress and clicked the door shut quietly. she smoothed her hair and began the walk towards the front porch. She knocked softly, and was surprised as the door almost instantly opened. He had been waiting.

"You came. I'm very pleased to see you here this afternoon. I trust you have made a decision." His voice was commanding, but had a quivering effect she almost dismissed as her imagination. He led her inside and shut the door.

She turned immediately, and looked into his eyes. He saw what he needed to see, and pulled her close. He kissed her lips with a passion that none of her recent bedfellows could have mustered and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. "Master....I...I...I've been so foolish, please, please forgive me!?" Miranda broke into a full sob and Brian led her into the livingroom. His heart ached to see her hurting, and he knew how to relieve her pain and guilt. He brushed away her tears and tilted her head up, so he could see her beautiful face.

"Miranda, would you like Master to make things right again? I can ease your pain little one, just ask and it shall be done." Mranda's lips shook slightly as she whispered, "yes Master, your wayward girl has found her way home. Please do with me as you see fit."

Brian slipped her lovingly off his lap, then across it. He pulled her dress hem to her waist and prepared himself to bring his girl home.