No, it doesn't matter what she thinks

Having had all these thoughts, I decided to really elaborate them to me, so I stood in front of her, looked her in the eye and slapped her hard across the face five times with all my might.

After a few more photos from different angles I unchained her wrists from the ceiling and she staggered forwards into my arms. I reattached her cuffs securing her arms behind her back. I then gave her a deep deep kiss, sticking my tongue down her throat, and she reciprocated, falling into the bed as we made out for ages, her still wincing from her whip cuts every time her body touched anything, but lost in the passionate moment.

Finally disconnecting, I reached off the bed and picked up the chain that attached to her collar every night, locked to the foot of the bed. Looking into her eyes, I clicked the end onto the ring in her permanent neck collar for the last time through our going-to-sleep ritual. That was sad for both of us. But as she moved to get off the bed and onto the floor, as the chain attachment usually indicated she should, I said "Stay on the bed with me." We cuddled up to sleep. I turned the light out, lay on my side-front as I always do when going to sleep, and maneuvered her head down to my ass. "Lick me to sleep for your last night" I said gently, and she parted my cheeks and began to expertly lap at my asshole with her tongue, immediately relaxing me into bliss. In the dark I talked openly to her for a bit while she licked, about how I'd miss her and remembering some of the good times we'd had and how much she meant to me and how I would remember her as a good girlfriend. Then I fell asleep to the continued delightful warm wet feeling of her tongue probing my anus, spending our last night together as was rightful.

We woke together for the last time, to my usual alarm in the morning. As I flipped the covers off us both and watched her open her eyes I could tell she was hoping it was all a bad dream, and slightly panicking as her awake awareness came back to her and she realised this was it. I unlocked her chain from her collar, and sent her to make me a final breakfast.

She brought it to me in bed, where I ate it, and she ate hers beside me, our last meal. Then she lay on the bed and I couldn't resist running my hands all over her, really acknowledging and feeling the reality of this complete girl that I had owned and was now sending out of my life. I felt every curve, feeling her tits and ass, running my hands down her sides, over her belly, up the curves of her back, feeling out along every arm and leg, holding her hands and feet, wrapping my hands around her beck, tracing and squeezing her face, her nose, her ears, her eyes, pushing my fingers inside her mouth and lips, running my fingers through her hair and caressing the shape of her head, fingering her asshole, cupping her vulva and feeling the folds of her vagina. All the things that had belonged to me, pieces of my property.

When I had drunk my fill I clipped a hand leash onto her collar and stood her up off the bed. I led her through the house like a dog one last time, as she began to tear up a bit. I led her out of the side door that goes into my garage, and took her to a corner. Ordering her to kneel on the dark cold dusty concrete, I locked her leash to a ring in the wall, explaining "My new girl is getting dropped off very soon, so I want you quiet in here until you're picked up because I don't want her to see you and realise that she's an upgrade. That'll really give her some starting confidence or self-value that I don't want her to have, I'd much rather she didn't know and thought that maybe I'd had plenty of girls hotter than her, to make her feel humble and respect me instantly as her owner. I'll be back for you later, now I don't want to hear a sound." She finally began to cry as I said that, as she suffered the ultimate humiliation of her boyfriend hiding her so as not to show her replacement how much lesser she was. I walked out of the garage, shutting the door and leaving her to sit naked, shivering and thinking.