~Collared, After All This Time

(Written on the flight home)


Here i sit on the plane, flying to where i came from (it no longer feels like 'home'). My lips are still burning from the ferocity of His kisses. His coat encompasses me protectively. His collar sits heavily upon my neck. My nipples, cunt and thighs still ache from having borne the brunt of His pleasure, His abuse, but i sit here with such contentment, such a sense of my place in the world that i've never known before.

The past 24 hours were so refreshing to me, so therapeutic that it feels as if i've been on an extended vacation -- the sort that is always over entirely too quickly. It doesnt seem like it was just yesterday morning that i saw His face again for the first time in over three years. He stood in the airport with His arms crossed, His legs firmly planted apart, His shoulders back and a look in His eye that seemed to say, "It's about time my property was back where it belongs."

i felt timid and shy, uncertain, yet eager to please Him. Thankfully, He took control. He claimed my lips for a long moment before leading me to the train that would take us to His apartment. i sat beside Him, craving His every touch, completely attentive to Him to the exclusion of everyone else entering and exiting the train. Yet even though i craved His touch, even though i knew that He knew every dark secret i have, still my innocence was to the fore, blushing at His words, looking demurely away from His strong gaze, His eyes too powerful for me. i think it amused Him. my Master loves to corrupt and this innocence that is so engrained in me offers Him an endless opportunity to do so.

By the time we reached His apartment, i was relaxed, chatting easily with Him about randomness. Inside His apartment, however, the chit-chat stopped. After removing His shoes and making Himself comfortable, He turned back to me, all business then.

"Strip."

Although i had known it was coming, still, it hit me abruptly. The timidness returned --it had been three years since He had last seen me naked and, despite it all, i'm still modest at my core-- but i didn't hesitate to move to obey. i removed my shirt with deliberate motions, dropping it to the floor. It was quickly joined by my skirt and finally my bra. There were no panties, of course; that would have been direct disobedience of a standing order.

"Kneel."

Like the first, i moved quickly to obey. A loop of shiny silver was in His hands when He returned to me. Do you know what this is, pet? i nodded. How could i not recognize the collar that would mark me as His? i was anxious to have it around my neck, a true collar this time and placed by His own hand, both in contrast to the last that i'd worn.

Where is your place, He asked me, like He'd done so many times before. At His feet is always the answer. He placed the collar around my neck, locking it firmly. He kissed my lips, sealing the transformation into place. i was His now, but that wasn't enough for Him. He wanted me to know it.

He ordered me to go into the Bathroom, to look in the mirror there and see my collar, my submission, my slavehood. He stood behind me, His arms around me, moving possessively over my body as i watched in awe through the mirror. i was enthralled at what i saw. i am not given to vanity and my Master will be the first to tell you that i blanch painfully when given a compliment --which He did often in a sweet sort of torment-- but looking at myself in His mirror was like seeing myself through His eyes. Standing there, wearing nothing but His collar and its lock, i thought i'd never looked so beautiful.

He showed me the crop that i had ordered delivered for His birthday and gave it a few test swings across my flesh, but it wouldn't be until much later that i would find out what it truly meant to be His slave. (Con't...)