newlifeahead: I sat on the warm wool carpet. with my hands and ankles bound. The room smelled of fre
newlifeahead: I sat on the warm wool carpet. with my hands and ankles bound. The room smelled of freshly polished furniture and lilacs. My mind drifted back to nine months earlier when I had first met this man I now called Sir. That was the first time I had been invited into this comfortable study. That day like this were not inviting days. Both were stormy with thunder and lightening and driven rains. And then, like now the rain so thundering on the roof, one could barely hear their own thoughts. Which when meeting with someone you had only met at a party one time before could make speaking a little difficult. But that day is forever imprinted in my mind as one of the best days of my life. When the conversation was interrupted by bouts of enormously loud rain, we would both laugh and sit saying nothing, All the wile utilizing those non-speaking moments to take in each other’s faces. I remembered that even though his eyes were smiling, there was also an intensity I was not used to seeing in anyone. At one point, I stood to break the hold his eyes had on me, walking to to large window to view the heavily falling rain. It was falling so hard it looked more like a waving sheet of white, than rain. The wind was binding the trees at such an uncomfortable angle, I prayed they may stay upright, I remembered wondering when we were through with our lunch, and it was time for me to leave, where I could possibly wait out the storm before driving all the way home. I was always concerned about being a conscientious guest, not ever wanting to over stay my welcome, Of course that was an unnecessary concern, because I was with a true and patient gentleman which I would better learn in the months to come. His patience was best demonstrated I supposed as I was remembering, in how slowly he brought up and introduced me to his personal interests, and how I would play an integral part in that should I choose. He took two months to slowly involve me in bondage, and teaching me how to enjoy the pain, with the sexual rewards. This learning to associate pain and pleasure together and love both equally. And also how to properly present myself, and to kneel for him. It all felt so natural for me. So right to want to be with a man in this way. To call him Sir in private, and Nick, in public. To also avail him access to my private places, while in public, tastefully careful to not expose either of them unnecessarily. I leaned to love how simply thinking of him, made me wet and anxious to be touched.and I also loved how he would watch me with hunger written all over his handsome face while he had me masturbate for him . I had always been a lady, but he had taught the lady how to become his whore, and that was another part of their relationship I adored. In nine short months, I had been trained at the core of it all is enormous respect. Respect befitting a King. And in return being treated so much like a princess it was impossible to want anything but this life. I had learned enough to be asked to accept him as my Master. I of course heartily accepted with such exceptional joy I felt I may pop. And now I awaited the moment, a collar would be attached on my neck and the lock placed securely, and snapped closed. I would be his one and only, As would he be mine. He had promised there would be a test to pass for his honor and pleasure. While curious, I was unafraid, because above all, I trust him. There were footfalls on the rich carpet on which I awaited my soon to be Master. I soon realized however that there were many footfalls. With an internal jolt realized I was sitting exposed for more than just him. After a few very long moments, I felt the collar being placed around my neck, but not by Nick’s hands,but rather the soft hands of a woman. The woman addressed me as “slave” like that was my name, when she introduced herself as Alexandra. She went on to explain that she was Nick’s long time friend. As were all who were gathered there today for this moment. They were not only witnesses but they would all be a part of this ceremony. I was to be unafraid, but rather honored with their touches on my person. My heart was loudly pounding competing with the storm outside. I had never been with more than one person exposed as I now was. Let alone a room filled with people. Nick’s voice was firm, and serious as he asked me If would still accept him by surrendering all of my control to him. I felt tears spill out of my eyes and escape from under the blindfold, falling down my face. My voice wobbled with emotion while I agreed to be his for all time. The second I heard to click of the closing lock on the collar, there was an instant feeling of lightness inside. It reminded me of my first holy Communion. It was then I realized, I would never be wrong again, because I would only do what Nick wanted. There was such a rush of joy with that thought, and a deep sense of freedom. Without being prompted I inquired. “How may I serve you Master?” While still kneeling I spread my legs unashamed for him. Not caring any longer who else would see what is offered to my Master. They were all there to celebrate him. He kissed the top of my head, and requested that I welcome his friends to take me as they chose, and in that I needed to understand that it was for him. And this was my how I would serve my Master for the first time as his owned submissive slave. I felt so proud to do this for him. I was certain I would be unable to hold back my elation. I was now in uncharted territory but followed the lead of my teachings, and heart.I locked my fingers behind my head, and with my elbows pointed opposite directions and I completely presented proudly for Master. “Please accept my Master’s slave to serve your pleasures in any and all ways you choose.” There was applause some of the claps were muffled as if gloved. It was then that I began to float on the clouds of touches and kisses, So many hands so many mouths and hands, I was released into the storm of the night I became a part of the thunder and lightening, the winds of the storm blew over my body as if a baptism. The release of a million storms , all coming from me. My throat, and bum, my pussy all being used while I was being brought over and over again to climax. And with each climax my body begged for another and another. There was no time, there was no wrong. There was only this for my Master, and never could I have dreamed of a celebration so grand as this.My body becoming one with so many. Built for pleasure and to please. And then, there was nothing. All sound ceased.Eventually I was aware of being cold and wet. Smelling beautiful. The mask still covering my eyes. I felt my Master’s strong hands carrying me in my nakedness, and then, smooth soft sheets. I lifted my hand with a wince to touch his chest. My entire body hurt, but wonderfully. My fingers danced on his chest hair. He smelled of soap and Nick. In a moment his warmth was next to me. I kissed his chest and mouth, with sore lips in gratitude. I felt the mask being removed from my eyes, I prepared myself for the brightness of light but there was none. Only the light of a single candle, illuminating my Sir, whom I was seeing for the very first time as my Master. He told me with a husky deep whisper, that he could never imagine being more proud than he was right now. I smiled and even winced at that. Apparently there was no part of my body which had not been used for pleasure, by his friends. I was overwhelmed with his rugged handsomeness, and my body’s need to be filled and used by him Sir went on to explain that I would never know with whom I had been. As that was a apart of their ritual. but I would be there. for the next woman or man taken as a forever slave. When he told me I had been a good girl, I was surprised that with all the pain I was in, my juices were instantly there for him to dip into. And I begged to be taken. I was weak, and tired and in pain, but I did not just want my Master. I needed him. And he instantly filled my holes with his manhood. I clung to his spent cock, deep inside never wanting him to leave me. But of course he did when sleep finally claimed me. Becoming his in this way, felt as if it were always meant to be, and I was always his. I have no doubts regarding my decision, only gratitude that my One found me, and made me his. Trish Nielson © -- source link