I head to my room, head hanging low, dragging my feet. I sit on the bed for a while. Then i make up my mind, dress myself and start packing a few things in a bag. After knocking on Charons bedroom door i walk in and kneel at the foot of the bed.
„Mistress, i’m not worth enough to be your slave anymore, and you deserve a better slave than me. Please, i beg you to release me.“
I can’t see her, just hear her breathing. After a minute or two she says „I release you, Zoe. Take care. Take some money from the shoebox.“
Knowing that this is the saddest moment in my life i get up and with a last „thank you for everything, Charon“ and a „good bye“ i walk out.
Five minutes later i step out of the building and walk into the night.

I didn’t take any money. All i take with me is the tattoo on my pussy, the branding on my butt and memories of a wonderful time.

And of course a broken heart.