Fiction: Alone yet Not

It had been one week since I'd seen Mistress, and as I rang the doorbell, the frozen wind of mid January ran its chilled fingers through my hair.  A tear slowly made its way from my eye.  The door opened and I took a few steps in, far enough for the door to close behind me and knelt on the floor.  Within seconds I felt my collar being tightly placed around my neck and heard the lock click shut.  Just as fast I was shrouded in darkness as her favorite blindfold was pulled over my head and left snug over my eyes. 

"Slide off your shoes and your coat slave boy." I heard her almost whisper.  I did and then I heard my leash being attached to the ring hanging from the leather around my neck.  "Follow me carefully on your hands and knees. We're going to the basement and I DON'T want you to screw up my fun by tumbling down the stairs."  I felt the leash tugging at me, and followed it as she pulled me to the basement door.  I very slowly crawled down the stairs behind her...one step at a time...making sure not to slip.  Once at the bottom, she led me to the center of her lair.  I could see nothing, but since I'd been there many times, I had a rough idea of where I was.  I felt her pulling at my sweatshirt...up and over my head..."Stand up" she said almost inaudibly...and those were the last words I heard all night.  The button on my jeans was undone...the zipper...and my pants fell to the ground.  I stepped out of them. 

What happened next still is left to my imagination...but all at once it seemed like there were hands all over me...and before I could even begin to decipher what was going on, I had cuffs on wrists and ankles...my legs were spread and held in place by a spreader bar...and my arms were raised up to the ceiling and fastened in a way that I was completely stretched out with no slack or wiggle room at all for any of my limbs.

I felt something cold pressed against the back of my neck and then heard the unmistakable sound of tape being ripped and then being pressed over the cold object...followed by my ears being stuffed with something soft.  I hung there, blind and deaf for at least 5 minutes.  Fingers prying my mouth open and...her favorite gag (I knew it well) was pushed into my mouth and tightened around my head severely.  Then decibel by decibel...I heard music...electro dance music...louder and louder until it was filling my brain.  An ipod had obviously been taped to my back and was now being pumped into my ears.

The Poll Results: Nipple Torture

And the results are in.  Your favorites are....

Fingers	7 (50%)
Mouth Teeth	7 (50%)
Clothespins	5 (35%)
Clamps	9 (64%)
Whips	2 (14%)
Floggers	2 (14%)
Quirts	1 (7%)
Weights	4 (28%)
Electric Wands	1 (7%)
Fire/Ice	1 (7%)
Needles	1 (7%)

The luvable "Clamps".  So many styles and levels of severity.  In honor of the results, here's a pic of Goddess's handywork with clamps and my new collar :-)

The Most Special Gift of All: A Collar

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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/ .