OK, time to revive this baby. Let me tell ya'll about my collaring night. OK, yes, I've accepted a collar from Him before, but that was a training one! LOL This is a beautiful, heavy silver chain, with NO clips on the 2 ends, just rings to attach the lock to! We had ordered it custom made back in February of this year, and only got it in October, just before a Meeting Of Like Minds (Munch, if you will) that we attended in Louisville, Kentucky, USA.

Since it had been soooo long between ordering (and my accepting) of the collar, it had come around to being something of an old, worn out joke, that He should actually present it to me with some sort of Pomp and Circumstance. (In other words, when it FINALLY came in, He just handed it to me and said; "Put it on".) Pfffft

Well, I was none too happy @ THAT, told Him so, and He then said; "OK, turn around, damn it, and I'll put it on"! Bullshit! I was furious! Damn it all, I went through a lot, earning that collar, and I wanted something to remember receiving it by! Sonofadamnedbitch! ALWAYS be careful what you wish for!

We hadn't truly 'played' in some time, so He went all out that particular evening.
  1. First: He had me strip, then shower-shave and be compliant for Him. Before finishing my cleansing, He joined me in the shower, and had me scrub Him, top to bottom, slowly and sensually. Using my hot mouth for the most sensitive areas, if you catch my drift! All of this was done, in the twilight of candle illumination, with scents wafting around the room, intermingling with the steam, all soooooo very erotic!
  2. Second: Being very worked up, and about a melting subbie at this point, literally, He calmly took my hand, and led me into the bedroom. There, He had taken the collar out of it's box, and laying on one side of the bed, had me lay sideways across the bed, with my head resting next to the collar. From there, all I needed to do was let my eyes slip sideways, and the object of my most intense desire rested, well.....right under my nose!
  3. Then: Obviously thinking I was due for an incredibly, intensely, softly, sensually, lovingly intensely orgasmic night, I was already dripping in anticipation of the warm joys I expected to receive, for all my months of hard preperation!
  4. Finally: Putting on my 4 cuffs, wrists and ankles, I look at Him with a baffled expression, not understanding the need for restraints at a time like this. He walks across the room, and when He turns around, He is carrying the Spreader Bar! NO!!!!! I scream! That is something my sadistic Master uses only to inflict serious pain unto me! "This is supposed to be my special night!" I cry! "Oh, my beautiful little slave, it WILL be special!" He responds. "It will be a night to remember, this time that your Master permanently collars you!"


So, although I am quite the compatible masochist to His sadism, I truly did not expect this to be a night like THAT! Never before, nor since, have I felt so submissive, such a slave to His machinations.

He clamped my cuffs, right wrist AND right ankle, to one side of the bar, and the left wrist/ankle to the left side of the spreader. All of this is while on my back, sideways on the bed. To make it even worse, He then tied one end of the bar to the headboard, and the other end of the bar to the footboard of the bed. Gods, I was totally opened before Him, and completely immobilized!!!!!

He went to the toy chest, and brought out every flogger, whip, and cane we own. At this point, my disappointment, and anxiety took over, and I began to cry. He bent over my head, and stroking my face, whispered against my head: "Do you want to wear this collar, my beautiful slave?" Already in subspace from the overload of emotions, I glanced sideways at the baubel He was fingering, and nodded my head , YES! He then gagged me with the ball gag, and walked around the bed towards my exposed nether region.


In His mercy and wisdom, My Master started out very slow, and light. First up was the short, rubber flogger. He stuck to mostly my inner thighs. Then He upgraded, progressively, to the larger and heavier, leather floggers. Still, He stayed nearer my thighs, with only the occasional whack on my pussy.
Now, mind ya'll, I've never REALLY been flogged on the puss before, just an occasional, teasing stroke, to raise my eyebrows.

He then proceeded to stitch off with the heavy, wooden paddle. This can't really fit between my legs, so by now, my tinner legs were beet red and sore. Switching back to the flogger, He started concentrating mostly on my open pussy. I was in AGONY! Taking a few minutes off to come around to my head again, He reached over me, stroking my sore bottom, and rubbing my face gently, and talking calmly to me, reassured me that I was an excellent sub, and He was proud of being able to call me His!

When He returned to torture my lower half, I got a bit hysterical when He pulled out the clothes pins! He pinned my outer pussy lips, 3 to a side......................then took some thin rope, and tied the pins down flat against my inner thighs!!!!!! This totally exposed the inside of my cunt, my clit. My sadistic Dom then proceeded to flog me directly on these areas, not to the exclusion of the bound clips pulling against my outer lips!

When I was totally lost in the extremity of the pain, when my mind no longer functioned, except in it's feeble attempt to accept a fraction of this intense pain, when He tried to talk to me, and I could not formulate thoughts enough to respond, He stopped the whipping. He gently untied and pulled the pins off.....which everyone knows creates even more pain.......

My Lord and Master then left me alone for a moment to try and recover a fraction of my senses. At least, for the sensations to return to somewhat normal in my most precious areas. But NO, He was not through with me yet. After a brief comforting effort on His part, He returned to clip my ass hole. This has most certainly NEVER been done to me, nor have I EVER attained such an intense (Yet erotic, even through all this!!!!) level of pain. I nearly ripped my sockets out from the thrashing, when He was ready to pull these clips back off, as I know what the increase intensity is like, when the blood flows back in......


OK, so by now, between His sensual ministrations, and sadistic ones , I am one, seriously, vegetative sub/slave to anything He says or desires. He appraoches my head, again, softly talks against my cheek, telling me how much He loves me, how proud He is to possess me, and how He hopes I wish to submit to Him forever....will I accept His Permanent Collar? Sobbing like a newborn , I can only nod feebly, and He
un-does all of my restraints. He helps rub normal feelings back into my extremities, and gently lifts me off the bed, and has me kneel on the floor at His feet. Quietly, without a word, He reaches over, takes the collar, and places it around my neck, clipping it with the lock, ever so slowly, and quietly, like a butterfly gently brushing against my neck......

Then, the reality hits home. I feel angry, sad, and so in love my heart wants to rip itself away from my chest. It is DONE. I am His.