Thank You. Always.
I already knew what i was getting for my birthday. He'd had to take specific measurements, so hadn't bothered trying to keep it a secret. But i still could not believe my eyes when He handed me the mirror and i gazed through my tear-studded lashes at the simple metal band around my throat, bending elegantly into the engraved lock that acted as the centerpiece to my new collar.
"I wanted you to have something that was more refined, that could act as a public collar as well as a more permanent one that will outlast your first collar."
He had just had me renew my Vows of Enslavement, the five i'd committed to memory a year ago. The cool ocean breeze made the metal cold against my skin and i loved Him for that slight chill. I gazed up at Him, my Master, my Angel, framed by the pink and gold sunset and the craggy rocks of Corona del Mar's harbor, and thought my heart would burst.
The Collaring collar sat in my lap, still warm from my neck. He picked up and smiled before placing it in the bag my new one had come from.
"This one isn't being retired. Not yet. You'll get to choose now, when we go out, which you wear. Of course, i still have the ability to veto your choice. It wasn't a training collar. But it was a transitional collar, and it will always remind of this first year, as you learned to be my perfect slave."
I was speechless as we held each other and watched the last hints of day sliding over the horizon.
Some people find romance in novels or stories, picture perfect fantasies that play out seamlessly. I love our romance, the one He brings to me, for it's tiny imperfections. The slight panicked rush that we might not make it to our favorite spot on the rocks before the sun set. The catcalls from naive teenagers who had no clue how significant a moment they were witnessing. The fact that I was in jeans and He was in sneakers. We were real, we were us. No makeup, no fetish. As we sat and watched the day ending, i was overwhelmed by the last four and a half years. So much history, so much growth. And here, at this new sunset, another ending, another new start, He was a little bit of all of it. The best friend i'd met my first day on campus. The boyfriend whose dorm room i moved into illegally. The lover who waited for me when i needed to explore in England. The partner i moved in with and then walked out on in anger and frustration. The Man i'd loved and hated and loved again before finally kneeling before. He was my friend, my boyfriend, my angel, my partner, my Master, all rolled into one beautiful person, and i loved Him more in that moment than seemed possible.
Thank You, Sir, for the best birthday ever, and for the best year of my life. I don't know how You manage to keep outdoing Yourself, but You truly amaze me, every day of my life. I am blessed to know You, and even more blessed and priveledged to call myself Your slave.
Yours, always.
"I wanted you to have something that was more refined, that could act as a public collar as well as a more permanent one that will outlast your first collar."
He had just had me renew my Vows of Enslavement, the five i'd committed to memory a year ago. The cool ocean breeze made the metal cold against my skin and i loved Him for that slight chill. I gazed up at Him, my Master, my Angel, framed by the pink and gold sunset and the craggy rocks of Corona del Mar's harbor, and thought my heart would burst.
The Collaring collar sat in my lap, still warm from my neck. He picked up and smiled before placing it in the bag my new one had come from.
"This one isn't being retired. Not yet. You'll get to choose now, when we go out, which you wear. Of course, i still have the ability to veto your choice. It wasn't a training collar. But it was a transitional collar, and it will always remind of this first year, as you learned to be my perfect slave."
I was speechless as we held each other and watched the last hints of day sliding over the horizon.
Some people find romance in novels or stories, picture perfect fantasies that play out seamlessly. I love our romance, the one He brings to me, for it's tiny imperfections. The slight panicked rush that we might not make it to our favorite spot on the rocks before the sun set. The catcalls from naive teenagers who had no clue how significant a moment they were witnessing. The fact that I was in jeans and He was in sneakers. We were real, we were us. No makeup, no fetish. As we sat and watched the day ending, i was overwhelmed by the last four and a half years. So much history, so much growth. And here, at this new sunset, another ending, another new start, He was a little bit of all of it. The best friend i'd met my first day on campus. The boyfriend whose dorm room i moved into illegally. The lover who waited for me when i needed to explore in England. The partner i moved in with and then walked out on in anger and frustration. The Man i'd loved and hated and loved again before finally kneeling before. He was my friend, my boyfriend, my angel, my partner, my Master, all rolled into one beautiful person, and i loved Him more in that moment than seemed possible.
Thank You, Sir, for the best birthday ever, and for the best year of my life. I don't know how You manage to keep outdoing Yourself, but You truly amaze me, every day of my life. I am blessed to know You, and even more blessed and priveledged to call myself Your slave.
Yours, always.