Bad Bad Girl

Once inside- we but my bags down and he showed me around. Lots of stairs and doors and I wondered how I would remember how to get to the bathroom. I put my things down and removed my clothes as instructed while Sir sat in his chair. It was a big red chair that seemed like it would be a comfy place to relax at the end of a long day.

I walked to him and reached for the pillow he bought for me. I plopped it down on the floor and sat down between his legs. Resting my head on his thigh. I curled my arm under his leg and rested, reminded myself of the words from a dear friend and lover in his first experiences in submission.

“I still remember the strobe and the smoke, the first time I got up the nerve to kneel and cautiously wind my arm up my lovers leg like a pet, like an acolyte- like a slave.” -Giacomoslegacy (fetlife)

My friend and I had spoken a lot about his years as a collared slave. I was always intrigued by his stories and I know he will be interested in my journey. While my time here was short, I was in it for all I could give. Sir stroked my hair gently and we spoke in low tones. Soaking in the moment. Feeling it.

In the 9 weeks we spent apart, we spoke a lot about power dynamics and things such as this. Things that showed my submission that were simple but meaningful. I was more than willing to DO them, but not exactly sure how I would feel. Who knows if it was simply a fantasy becoming reality?

Then he said, “Kneel Up Pet, I have something for you.” He got up from the chair and I knelt on my knees, hands behind my back like I had learned in my Kink Academy videos. He kissed me and then closed my eyes. I heard him moving about the room and I struggled to keep my balance. After a few minutes of him looking around for what he had misplaced, I asked if I could sit on my heels for fear of falling. He allowed this, just as he found what he was looking for.

I smelled the leather before he put it around my neck. It felt heavy and thick and as soon as he wrapped it around my neck and buckled it in back, my shoulders dropped and I exhaled heavy. He helped me to my knees, and walked me to the mirror. “Open your eyes, Pet.”

I smiled wide, but fought back tears. It was beautiful, simple and truly perfect. A black on black thick collar with a ring and loop hanging down. For all the options, he knew that I would be cute and girly about flashy colors and things, but he knows me. He knows what kind of a girl I am, what kind of woman. Not flashy, not cute. This was not a symbol of some distorted self image. This is who I am, and what I am to him.

It is his promise. His commitment to me. It’s a physical symbol of trust and honesty and communication. It was something we spoke about. Something we both believed would mean something, but maybe we weren’t sure what. To me, it meant everything. It meant that this was not just a weekend trip for sex. It was not just some casual D/s play weekend. No, this means that I am his. That he wants me to be his- and that he is not afraid to show it.

He also gave me a very special “charm” to clip on to it. It was just a fun and playful light that was a motion sensor so you could see your pet in the dark. It is adorable cute. I wore my collar most of the weekend. To the convention we went to, to lunch, ice cream, to the play party- where he also led me on a leash.

He hooked the leash to me now, and led me to his bed. All of my movements were controlled by the leash or my collar. He pulled me where he wanted me to go- yanked my collar to reposition me on the bed, on his cock, on my back. He tied me down and beat my skin until I was pink and flushed. Finally when I was vulnerable, humbled and owned, Master climbed between my legs and fucked his collared slut for the first time.

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