It's been exactly one year since He placed His collar around my neck. What a special time that was in our lives. It's crazy...crazy that a year has already passed.
In honor of this one year anniversary and how much it means to me, I thought I would make a compilation of excerpts from several blog posts during the days leading up to and including our collaring ceremony. Feel free to follow the links if you would like to read each post in it's entirety.
For the first time in at least 10 years...we are completely alone. One week with no work, no responsibilities, or anyone in the house with us.
Friday evening, the start of our vacation and first night home together, Master takes me in the bedroom and explains to me for the this time that we have...there is one thing that I must very clearly understand.
He says very firmly, "Remember, everything is just because I can".
from Just Because He can
All week, I had been mentally preparing and patiently awaiting what was to start yesterday with a mix of excitement and fear. Master told me that He had several intense scenes planned over a period of a few days that would be meant to challenge my physical and emotion strength and test my commitment and complete surrender as His slave. The first of these "tests" took place last night.
He called the scene "At the "Cross"roads". When all was said and done, this was by far the longest session we have had, at a little over 3 hours and little did I know, would mainly focus on the one thing I fear the most...having my tits whipped.
Starting with a light flogger, He begins to lick gently at my stomach, then easing up to my tits and down to my pussy. I try to relax into it and enjoy the light stimulation as He continues across the front of my body but in the back of mind know that His gentleness will not last. Gradually, He increases intensity and speed until I hear myself moaning with each stroke contacting my body, caught somewhere between a little bit of pain but also a little bit of pleasure. Changing to a heavy flogger, He again starts easy and works His way up to harsher, more deliberate strikes, until I am crying out in agony with almost each stroke, particularly the ones that make contact with my overly sensitive nipples. As my cries turn to sobs, I am still determined to take what He has to give, trusting that He will know how far to push me. He encourages me to breathe through it, to find my focus...pushing me through the last few more lashes.
As He eases me off the cross, I collapse into His arms still sobbing, shaking, and completely fatigued. He holds me and assures me of how good I did. And once I have composed myself, He offers me water pointing to the bowl sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. Knowing what this means, without hesitation or shame, I quickly drop to my hands and knees and crawl to the bowl quickly lapping at the water like a puppy. When He isn't looking, I glance down at my battered tits to see the welts and lash marks already forming and whimper in pain, hoping that my tits won't have to endure any more for the evening. Once I quenched my thirst, I assume the kneeling pose as instructed with my face down on the floor and He knows I am ready to resume.
from "Crossroads: A Night of Riding the Cross (Part 1)
Almost too shaken at this point to drink any water, He sits down in front of me again, kisses me, and explains that this is the final time I will be on the cross should I so chose. However, if I chose this final round, I will step up to the cross and beg Him to be strap me on and whip my tits.
This time, without the blindfold, He walks up to me with the heavy flogger and begins to lightly lash across my stomach first. It's not often, I get to see Him working. With just the hint of a grin on His face, He is so handsome and consumed by what He is doing...I can't help but fall in love a little more as I watch Him. It's obvious, He is being easier than earlier but my skin is already on fire. As He moves to my tits, I pull against the restraints and cry out as He reminds me to breathe. Finally, He tells me only two more, one on each nipple and I am to thank Him for each. Staring directly into His eyes as a reminder to myself of why I can endure this, the flogger lands on my right nipple, and despite the searing pain, I find myself choking out the words, "THANK YOU MASTER FOR WHIPPING MY NIPPLE!". And the same follows for the left. Relief floods though me as He unstraps me and pulls me into His arms. I can feel how turned on He is and He is kissing me so hard and passionately, my body just melts against Him.
from "Crossroads: A Night of Riding the Cross (Part 2)
He had designed this moment so beautifully and will be one that I will never forget. He asked me to remove my clothes and kneel at His feel as I felt the smooth metal of the collar as it was locked around my neck signifying to us both that I belong to Him completely.
He had something prepared that He wanted to say...some vows so to speak. The short version is that He promised to guide and protect me, honor my feelings and needs, and tend to my happiness, health, and well-being. I, in turn, accepted to follow Him on this journey, and to serve and belong to Him.
Then He began read to me an excerpt from a book and I could no longer hold back my tears.
The story told of a man becoming completely "intoxicated" by the song of a Nightbird. The sound of this Nightbird consumed his thoughts and so "enraptured" him that it consumed his soul. Choking up as He spoke (which let me say does not happen typically), He explained that I am His Nightbird.
The front of the tag on my collar is engraved with the words..."Owned by Heron"
The back is engraved with the words..."As I Own His Heart".
from the Collaring of Nightbird