He found a chair in the living room overlooking the dark wooded yard. Every so often, a flicker of car lights could be seen on the distant road. He made himself comfortable as she fetched a glass of water. She returned and stood before him waiting either instruction or permission to sit. Her hands naturally went behind her back as she felt a bit timid just standing before him.
“What shall we do, Sweetheart?” he asked her. He laid out the options of grabbing dinner, getting groceries, collaring her or fucking.
Even though she longed for her collar, she knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to devour him right then and there as he had only given her a taste of what was to come. They were both far too clothed, and she wanted him. Her eyes darted from his eyes to his cock. He was handsome as he sat casually eyeing her too.
She worried he would make her wait as they went to find food, but he surprised her.
“Let’s collar you, Sweetheart.”
Wow, that was unexpected. She knew she would be getting her collar back, and she couldn’t wait. But she thought for sure he would hold her in suspense a bit and make her work for it. She almost bounced up and down like a 6 year old when he uttered those words.
“Go get your collar, place it on the table, and then I want you to stand in the center of the room still and quiet. Do you understand?”
She blushed and grinned. She knew running to her suitcase would be frowned upon. He wanted her calm and in the moment. As demurely as she could, she retreated from the living room in search of her collar. She had packed the red leather one, the first one they ever used in play. She rummaged through her luggage until she found it and returned to the living room. She quietly placed it on the end table beside his chair and took her place standing in the living room.
She stared at the floor only daring a few furtive glances at him. He looked calm as he watched her fidget standing before him.
She felt on display standing in front of the big picture window. She was on display. It was pitch black outside, and while secluded, she felt every distant passing car would be gazing in at her. The well lit room acted like a spotlight obscuring her view of the anonymous unseen audience she imagined driving by.
“Shall I close the drapes, Sir?”
He smirked and responded with a small shake of his head.
“No.”
He watched his slut’s reaction. His gaze taunted her to question his decision to let the world watch her if they close. She knew better than to plead for privacy. He wanted her to feel exposed on every level. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. She was about to bare her soul to him, and he wanted that type of intimate exposure to be felt to her core. His words broke into her fog, and she refocused her attention on him sitting before her.
“You may record the ceremony. Audio only. Set up your phone then return to the center of the room.”
Like a good girl, she did as she was told excited she would be able to return to this moment over and over again. When she had finished, he addressed her again.
“Ankles together. Stand up straight.”
Obediently, she quickly adjusted her posture and waited.
“Good girl.”
Slowly and deliberately, he picked up the collar and began.
“I want to ask you a few questions about this. Can you tell me what this symbolizes to you?”
He turned the red leather collar over in his hands as she looked for her words.
“My collar on a basic level symbolizes ownership, Sir.”
“What else?” he probed.
She knew her simple answer wasn’t going to suffice. Anxiously, she stammered a bit as she looked for a proper answer.
“Ummm…my collar, Sir, symbolizes that, uh, I am your submissive, and my purpose is to make you happy, Sir.
“That’s right! That’s the important part, right?”
“Yes Sir”
“So, you would put my wants and my needs and my happiness ahead of your own?”
“Yes Sir,” she replied deferentially, fidgeting again as his words began to sink in. He paused letting them both feel the weight of the moment.
“The other thing this symbolizes,” he calmly continued, “is the circle of trust, and what you give out you get back. That’s important. It also represents, I guess you put it well, ownership or a commitment. But to do this, you have to be sure this is what you really want because it comes with a lot of baggage, right?.”
“Yes Sir.” She giggled at that part as she concurred.
“There’s your emotional baggage along with my emotional baggage. When putting someone else’s wants and needs ahead of your own, it’s important to keep that in focus. That by doing that, you are giving a piece of yourself, right?”
She was mesmerized by his words as she replied, “Yes Sir.”
“And if you think back, that’s how we started all this, right? By you giving a piece of yourself to me?”
“Yes Sir.”
“And how did that make you feel?” He was leading her down a path, and she loved it.
She thought back to the early days of their chatting over the internet as practical strangers. As they verbally danced and ventured into the world of domination and submission, he had asked her to send a piece of herself to him. Something personal that few others would know. It was easy at first. Silly tidbits about her and her online persona. But each time he asked, it got harder. Not because he demanded more, but because inevitably she ran out of the easy things and began sharing the more personal intimate ones with a man she knew virtually nothing about. But yet, she trusted him in a way she trusted no other person in the world. And through this dance of give and take, they had built a bond that had changed her whole perspective. It had changed her.
As she pondered their history, she confessed how it made her feel.
“It was very hard, Sir.”
“Why?” He pressed her to look inside herself.
“Because we hadn’t fully developed that level of trust, Sir, and it was very intimate even though I got to pick.”
“That’s true. Puts a lot of pressure on you, huh?”
“It does, Sir”
“But you survived, and are you happy about your choices?
“Yes Sir. Very much Sir.”
“Good! Then, I am going to give you another choice tonight.”
The room got quiet as the anticipation swirled around them. His eyes bore into her as he spoke.
“If you think how I think, and if you want what I want, and if you need what I need, then I need you to show that to me. And to show me, I want you to very calmly and quietly kneel, approach me, at which point I will put this around your neck, and you will become mine. If not, by all means.”
He sat back letting her know it was up to her. His voice was low and quiet as he spoke of the choice he was asking her to make. It caused her to focus intently on each word he uttered. She forced herself to stop holding her breath and absorb the fact that this was really happening. He was collaring her and taking her as his.
She slowly kneeled before her Master and deliberately crawled on all fours to the place she belonged, at this feet.
“Very nice. Good girl.”
Are you ready?” he whispered. He leaned over, and his face was ever so close to hers. She wanted to kiss him but remained perfectly still waiting for him to place the collar around her neck. He fumbled a bit with her hair as he placed the collar around her neck.
“Would you like help?” she offered.
“No, you have too much hair,” he chided in jest. “I am going to give you a haircut.”
“That was last time,” she teased back recalling the incident where he accidentally clipped a lock of her hair. Safety scissors are important, but she wanted to keep her long tresses.
His fingers remained in her hair after he fastened the collar around her neck.
“Very nice. That looks very good on you.” He admired his handiwork.
“Thank you for my collar,” she whispered as she let the emotions wash over her. She was his. Well, in her heart, she always was his, but now he had claimed her as his property. She was overjoyed and fought desperately to control the happy tears that were just under the surface.
“You’re welcome. That means you are my property to do as i see fit. To obey my every command. To do as you’re told. And with that will come great reward, right?.”
“Yes Sir,” she whispered with her pleasure dripping through her voice.
“What’s the greatest gift a Master can give you?”
Her breathing accelerated as she blurted out her answer.
“His cum, Sir.”
“That’s right!” He leaned in and kissed her as she knelt before him.
“Good girl. What do you say?”
The words rushed out of her in a quiet whisper.
“Thank You for my collar, Sir.”
“Say it louder,” he commanded.
Immediately she obeyed so grateful to once again be collared.
“Thank you for my collar, Master!” she repeated more boldly.
“Good girl.”
He kissed her deeply, and his hands began to roam. He soon discovered her pussy was soaked. Tormenting her further, he massaged her clit. He spoke quietly but with that ever-commanding dominant tone.
“Does it feel good?” he asked directly.
“Yes Sir,” she answered breathlessly. She wanted to crawl up in his lap and beg for his cock, but she remained on the floor where she belonged.
He continued enticing her with his words and his fingers. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“It’s nice,” he agreed. “Does it feel good wrapped around your throat?” He ran his hand down her throat as his words got darker. His kiss was intoxicating.
“You’re a very good girl. This is where you belong, isn’t it? Kneeling at my feet?”
She was lost in his words. She tried to focus on his eyes, but she felt herself slipping under his spell. She nodded in agreement as she was only able to utter a slight moan in response. He continued to kiss her in between his directions.
“Now the last step of this.” He paused before continuing. He could tell she was already in subspace. “You ok?” He checked in to make sure she was still with him.
She was loving every minute of it. She had her Master sitting in front of her looking. He looked so good and smelled even better. He had claimed her as his submissive, something she had been longing for months. She was a jumble of emotions. Love and desire. Wanting to hold him but wanting to serve him more. She wanted to tell him how amazing she felt. Her body ached from his touch. Her mind spun from his dominance, and her heart was ready to burst with the love she felt for him in this moment. With the whirlwind of feelings overwhelming her, she only managed to convey she was ok with a tiny ‘yes Sir’.
He smiled enjoying the power he had over his submissive.
“Now the last step. You will stand and remove your clothes. Then give me your best position one. Absolute best. Right here.”
She glanced toward the large picture window that looked out over into the dark night. She knew the well lit room was basically a stage with her in the spotlight. While the wooded yard provided some privacy, there was no way to really tell if anyone was watching.
“Right here, Sir?”
“Yes, right here,” he replied firmly knowing exactly what thoughts were racing through her mind. “Do you understand?”
Her nervousness could be heard in her voice as she confirmed her obedience. “Yes Sir.”
She glanced once again out the big picture window as she began to strip before him feeling very much on display. She tried to ease her own nervousness with small talk.
“Do you like the water, Sir?” she inquired as he sipped the drink watching her.
“It’s nice! Whiskey would be better,” he replied. He was sipping the drink as he admired her, enjoying the view.
“Ummm, Master, there’s a window,” she shyly informed him of the obvious.
“Uh huh. Do as you’re told,” he reaffirmed strongly.
She removed the remnants of her clothes and kneeled before her owner.
“Position one, Master. Kneeling. Knees apart. Arms behind back. Shoulders back. Tits out, and you like it when I smile.”
Her body mimicked her words as she assumed position one and waited.
“That’s right! There’s a smile. How does that feel?”
“I am very wet, Sir.”
“Are you? How come? My words have an effect on you?” He nodded knowingly.
“Yes Sir. And your fingers and your cock is leaking. May I touch you, Sir?” She was trying so hard to be good, but she was aching to touch him.
“Not yet. I want to watch you some more.”
“I see, Sir,” she almost pouted.
“You look very good there.” His voice was getting deeper and warned of what was to come.
“Thank you, Sir,” she sheepishly muttered. She couldn’t help but avert her eyes as he continued to admire his slut kneeling before him.
“It seems natural, right?” he probed his slut. His words were the most potent aphrodisiac.
“Yes Sir, even though its been awhile.”
“It has, but you picked it right back up. Such a good slut!”
“I know. I am so well trained!” she eagerly replied.
“So, what should we do with you?” he asked as he pondered his next move.
While he wasn’t really looking for an answer, she offered one anyway. “I think we should fuck me, Master.”
“Now? Just that? I think we can manage that. What else should we do with you?”
She stammered a bit as she struggled to respond. “Ummm… whatever you would like, Master,” she offered.
He smiled and pressed further. “There’s the right answer!! Why? What are you?”
She recognized the start of her three questions. It was part of the protocol of their D/s dynamic for him to ask her the same three questions and for her to do her best to creatively reply but in a very consistent, submissive manner. There were definitely right answers to his questions.
“I am your slut, Sir.” It wasn’t a criticism. It was the truth and a title she wore proudly.
“Why? What are you?”
“I am your property, Sir.”
“Good girl, and what’s your purpose?”
She smiled at the familiar words that she hadn’t heard for so long. Her reply was simple and direct.
“To do whatever I can to make you happy with my actions and my body and my words.”
He kept pushing her. “What else?”
“And to worship your cock, Sir,” she offered.
“Say it louder,” he commanded.
“To worship your cock!” she answered proudly.
He leaned in closer. One hand cradled her face as the other wound through her hair. His eyes bore into her, and the room seemed to get very still as he asked his final question.
“And who loves you?”
That was all it took. The tears streamed down, and she choked on her words. She had held it together to this point. She didn’t cry the moment she saw him. She didn’t blubber as he said go get your collar, but those simple words in this incredibly important moment was all it took to push her over the edge. She wasn’t ashamed of the tears. She wanted him to know how he affected her to the very depths of her soul. She took a breath and tried to reply.
“My Master loves me very much.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jvsj1c/bdsm_collaring_ceremony_m_domf_sub