Things have developed since the last few posts and today he official and quite literally put a collar on my beautiful neck. We have discussed every thing over and over before today, from my favourite colour to whether I will swallow his cum. Every thing has been negotiated and we know so much more about each other, not just in a physical domain, but also emotional and what makes the other tick. He wrote me a note telling me what he expected from me, we even negotiated that – and he listened and talked through every concern with me. This is how it should be, this is how a Master should treat his princess, as a priceless and honoured prize. Now ever D/s set up is going to be different, but these fundamentals at the start got me thinking about how easy it would be for less mentally robust women to think they are getting into a D/s situation but really just end up with a controlling man who doesn’t care for them, akin to domestic violence. My Master has been the shining example of what the community should strive for, and for that he has my devotion.
Now lets get to the more interesting details, what happened this morning…
He told me exactly what he wanted me wearing and how he wanted me to be presented and waiting – I did perfectly as ordered. Knelt, legs open, arms behind back in a lovely white bra and thong, hair down (he likes it like that), head down. Alas, needless to say I couldn’t help but look up at him every now and then. For the majority of times he let it go, knowing it was my nerves about him putting a collar around my neck, but from time to time he just merely corrected it by gently pushing my head back into the position. Wow, I loved his touch. He took his time touching me gently, kissing me, undressing himself as I waited patiently, before finally very gently and caringly putting the brown collar around my neck. I had already seen a picture, I knew exactly what to expect – plus we’ve agreed if I keep making him happy then he will buy me a nicer one once he is ready. Once secured he took hold of it before kissing me whilst pulling me closer to him using his grip on this collar.
Again, I knew roughly what to expect. He had told me that today he would put the collar on, after which he would be punishing me – I have been a brat for much of the week pushing his buttons and being sarcastic and sassy towards him (some he laughed off, some not so much!). He hadn’t told me what the punishments would be, but I had an idea it would include a whip and that at some point he would take the final step of his full ownership of me and take the final hole he wants… I wasn’t wrong!
He knows already to get the best of me from punishments he should deprive me of my sight, but this time he took away my hearing too – something I’ve never experienced and I can only say ‘WOW!’. It hurt, but not too much, he is still learning my limits and learning what I can comfortably take and so is not yet giving it his full force. I have learnt this week that he is not going to hold back on punishing me for the first few weeks, but also that he is immensely generous, having asked for me to give him a list of rewards. The rewards list was hard work, I still think I need to add more, I’m not a materialistic person and the first thing on my list was a symbolic piece of small jewellery – not that I want jewellery, but that I want something easier to wear than a collar to remind me when he is not around or contactable that he cares. He agreed. He liked the idea, he listens and cares.
The whipping was intermittent with a hard pounding, his hard big cock, which I love, pounding me from behind in between the whip landing across my bottom, my legs and my back. He then stood me up and whipped me from the front as I gasped out at every sharp blow. How I loved feeling his power over me, releasing my sins of the week to him and his mercy, letting him make me a better girl for him and more importantly for me. The whips subsided as he put me into a new position, knelt down but leant back as far as I could, holding my weight on my arms and stretching my back. From here, that amazing cock fucked my vulnerable mouth, hard and deep, telling me I’m a good girl and could take it all the way, I tried, I really did, but I let him down and could not manage to take it all… I really really did try to please him. He didn’t care that I could not, he cared only that I tried and still let me climax for my efforts, even though it was in an uncomfortable position, it was amazing. But he wanted a second one, I deserved a reward from being good at times during the week, and a reward for becoming his good little Slut, so he lay me down and honoured me with his tongue over my soaking wet clit. Whilst he did so he held his rock hard cock in my mouth, not deep, but enough to let me know how much he was still enjoying tasting me. My hands dug into his back as I ended pure sub space ecstasy; my amazing handsome Master giving me such a treat… then the best part, after I climaxed he stood up, with his hard cock still in my mouth and I managed it! As he stood up looking at my body covered in his marks and withering from his climax, his cock went all the way, I took him deep into my throat – he achieved his aim! Unfortunately I panicked a little, the unattractive truth of trying to be the perfect sub, sometimes we cannot be the perfect little girl we want to be, but he didn’t care that I panicked, he reassured me and let me take a little break from his hard cock in my mouth.
He proceeded to spend time fucking me hard in various positions, testing out his new collar, and a lead which he attached. Fucking me from behind pulling it back hard so it cut of my breathing, fucking me with my legs in the air so I could see him holding the lead before his finally act to cement my submission to him… he took my bum! I had kind of guessed he was going to, we had talked about whether he was allowed to do so and the ways in which he was allowed, and that it was not to be a frequent occurrence but only to be used when required as a symbolic power move from him, so I thought he may do it today and therefore was not surprised when I felt the lube start to touch my bum area and him hold the collar tight. He is big, too big for me to deep throat without a lot of work, yet my tight little bum hole opened and welcomed him without too much effort and very little pain, whether it was merely that I was so submitted to him he could have done any thing and I’d accept it or whether it was that he so skilfully puts me into positions and places that every thing works perfectly (he likes detail and rules) I don’t know, but I will not object to him taking that hole for his pleasure (and mine) again!
Overall, being collared lived up to my expectations and exceeded them! I have a Master… a nice Master … we have rules, we have boundaries, we are not exclusive and have agreed never to be (although agreed to both get permissions from the other before playing else where). We don’t have an emotional love connection, I don’t want to be his in the sense of life partner or marriage or anything, and that makes our unique bound stronger. I am happy with my collar. I am happy with my Master.
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