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Collaring Part 3: In Kinkness and In Health...

Ah, the Collaring Ceremony...the subject of Blog posts, Diary entries, Short stories and Poems.  Just the thought of a ceremony conjures up words and emotions like romance, power exchange, jocularity, festiveness, solumness, pagentry, protocol, sacrifice, community....

If you google "collaring ceremony", you'll get tons of examples, formulas, pictures, movies, how-to's, OMG...people love a good ceremony :-)  Here are some very common elements often included in typical ceremonies....

• The "branding" of the sub/slave with the owner's mark.  (For the Gorean Crowd)
• Elaborate speeches and orations
• Recitations of oaths
• Public flogging
• Candle lighting ceremonies including wax play
• The shedding or dropping of sub's hard and soft limits
• A renaming of the sub/slave
• A binding of the hands by ribbon with both holding the contract
• The signing of a contract
• A carefully scripted public scene
• In a domme/sub ceremony, the sub may be "taken with a strap-on" to signify the power exchange, often in front of the guests.
• A wine toast for everyone except the sub who gets her golden nectar.
• Ceremony guests may be invited to hug the Master/Mistress and spank or humiliate the submissive...or may be asked to participate in some manner that the Master/Mistress desires.
• Elements common to a marriage may be included, such as music, readings, etc.
• A reception or party may be held subsequent to the ceremony.  This may include scenes, public service from the submissive...or simply be a time for drink and laughter.

It's a creative person's dream event...no doubt...whether its a small or large event.  And since there aren't any real "social conventions" other than the actual "collaring"...a Master/Mistress can basically design their own perfect ceremony.

There will probably be a follow up to this post after Goddess and I put our heads together...and her will is done :-)

Collaring Part 2: Musings on the Internet's Take

As most of you readers know, I am in service to Goddess, a Magnificent Woman who somehow found me in the pile of subs out there seeking a dominant.  We've only been together now for going on two months, and already have made some significant moves forward in our relationship.  My period of "consideration" lasted about a week (mostly online, a dinner w/ her and hubby, and a play session at a local club).  Immediately, many things became apparent:

• There was a respectable amount of trust that developed quickly.
• There was an "energy" that made a "connection" between us from the beginning.
• Our philosophies, views, interests, BDSM profiles were very in-line with one another.
• My life situation (single parent) and hers (a solid femdom marriage) were assimilated into a common goal...potential domme/sub relationship.

This background in mind, we have done a whirlwind of what most would call "training" or mutual "testing" of who each of us is, what makes us tick, what our "limits" are, and where we'd like this to go in the future.  Although I've worn collars for her...one could hardly call them "training" collars simply because things have gone so fast.

COLLARING Pt. 1 : Research and Understanding

So, over the last 25 years or so, I've been in and out...on the fringe...knee deep in the BDSM scene.  Lots of experimentation, lots of play partners, lots of self reflection.  A "collar", although discussed a couple times, has not been part of my experience.  With my devotion to Goddess growing by the day, and Her happiness with my service...the word has come up.  A "Collar"...an adornment, a piece of clothing or accessory sure...but we're talking about a COLLAR or BEING COLLARED. 



While I have a basic understanding of what that really is, I did some research and found some great resources on what a Collar really means, what types of collars there are, etc.  Much more than I had thought about, so wanted to share with you.  One of the best sites I found was http://www.albanypowerexchange.com/ . 

Diary: When Worship Gets Sticky

Through out my submissive journey, I've probably spent months of my life worshiping feet.  It's one thing I do extremely well, and can always be sure that my service is pleasing my dominant, and making their life better...more enjoyable.  I've been trained professionally on foot massage technique, I've devoted my life to practice and training to become even better.  I'm tireless with my mouth and tongue when it comes to kisses, licks, sucks, and nuzzles.  

So when Goddess introduced her desire for me to "feed" from her feet...I knew that my horizon's were going to be expanded.  I've now had desert from her toes twice...and also cleaned up one of my "messes" from her toes as well (in front of several gawking strangers to boot).  Worshiping a magnificent foot is a foundation of my submissiveness...a platform that many other forms of service are built up from. 

Maybe the biggest thing about foot worship for me is...it is a downhill run to Subspace...a freefall into subbyland...where a total exchange of power...a total devotion to the pleasure and benefit of my owner...begins.

Fiction: I Can't take Anymore (A Memory)

It had already been hours since I had arrived at Mistress's home.  She had unleashed a world of suffering on me, through every method she knew...especially my nipple training.  The majority of my body was quivering, and the minority that wasn't was dodging the blows from her crop.  The afternoon was almost over and I assumed she was about to dismiss me...but that wasn't the case.  I stood before her as a clover clamp was placed on each of my nipples and they were joined by a heavy chain that provided tension and an evil weight was dangled from the chain. She sat at her bureau to do her hair and makeup before going out for the evening, and had me wedge my nose in her ass crack while she worked. As the minutes passed, the chain's weight began to pull at my nipples making it more and more uncomfortable to the point I almost had tears in my eyes.

When she had completed her preparations, she got down on the floor facing me and looked me in the eyes. She could tell I was at my limit with the pain. A good Domme can just sense my pain by looking in my eyes. She pushed the chain like a swing and I almost passed out...praying the clamps would pull themselves off with the motion of the chain...but they didn't. When the chain came to a stop, she mercifully but quickly pinched the clamps and let them fall to the floor. I closed my eyes and fought off a scream as the blood and nerves rushed back to the ends of my nipples.