The Collaring Ceremony

It was a rather ordinary day for those who did not know what is about to happen. The sun was shining brightly like on every summer day, leaving only little shadows on the ground. The sky was crystal clear without any clouds to be seen anywhere. In the park, there was a small house and not so far from it a gazebo with many chairs in front of it. It was a very romantic and popular place for couples to meet, date, and obviously for weddings. Ir a regular person would walk by they would surely imagine there is another boring wedding is about to take place. But today was special. Today was a very special day.

The very first thing an innocent passenger would notice is that, apart from the huge and tasty cake in the middle, half of the guests are actually naked. But there were no actual passengers as this was strictly a private event. Around 30 people were attending, sitting on the chairs and benches, chatting with each other, laughing, and joking around. The men were all dressed in pretty tuxedos, while the females were mostly naked. Some of them had minimalistic clothes to cover their privates, some of them had thick leather cuffs around their wrists and most of them had a collar around their neck collected to a Sir’s hand with a leash. Only men spoke, but everyone was smiling and having a good time.

Maybe an hour has already passed and nothing really happened, until a bell ringing from the nearby chapel interrupted the chatting. It was exactly midday, and as the bell rang, the guests went silent. A minute of silence passed by only the faint ringing interrupting such a perfect void. Then every man stood up, and every female kneeled down beside their partner’s feet. The door of the small shed finally opened behind the guests and they all turned back.

A man in a white tuxedo stepped out of the shed with a leash in his hand. He slowly started to walk towards the altar-gazebo where another man has waited for him. After a few seconds as the chain leash got longer and longer somebody slowly followed him. It was a woman, bare naked with only a set of nipple clamps attached to her breasts where the leash ended. She slowly followed her master always keeping a fair amount of distance between the two, knowing her place. With the slow walking progress, it took around a minute until the man arrived at the altar leading his property. During this time everybody had a good chance to observe them. The man was a rather tall authoritative figure. It was pretty obvious that he exercises and the tuxedo he wore was tight and his muscles were showing. The girl behind him was a slim and very agile-looking specimen. Her back-long black hair was in complete contrast with her pale skin. Her face was rather exotic but also an eye-catching beautiful face that caught many-many attention. Slight freckles on her face and with emerald green eyes she was a true Goddess. But she was no goddess, but just a slave as the look of it.

As she finally arrived next to her master, she instantly kneeled down beside his feet and looked at the ground. The man who seems to be the ceremonial master stepped up to the Master and asks him:
“Should we start?”
“Most obviously” - he said with a smile - “I bet the cunt is eager already”
“Very well” - the man stepped over the kneeling woman and continued - “You may speak now…”

“Thank you, Sir” - started the girl. She turned over to her Master, still on her knees. She looked up right into his face and started a speech:

“I love you, Master. You were always close to my heart. I know that I am just a pathetic nobody but I love to serve you. I beg you Master to please make our relationship an official relationship as slave and Master. I would never deserve anything like this for the cunt I am, but as a very needy cunt I just can’t help but think about this all day. You are the man, who keeps me in check. The man who I love to serve and who I love to degrade myself for. You are the man who keeps me protected. You degrade me just by being around me Master, as I am nothing compared to you.”

She took a moment to catch her breath, and extended her arms. As she opened her fist up, there was a golden padlock in her palm. No keys, no nothing, just a padlock.

“Please Master Kenneth Aaron Sebastian… I beg you to take this padlock as my last piece of dignity and freedom. I know it’s not much Master but that’s all that I own and I would like to gift it to you!”

The man in the tuxedo leaned forward, took the padlock in his hand, and gave the girl a kiss on her forehead. He then looked around to see all the other men and females give him the approving smile, and also to show off. All he could feel is being proud. All his friends and their slaves are watching him get over with an official ceremony and he felt proud. He turned back to the kneeling girl, and with his hand, he lifted the girl’s head back aiming at her feet. He reached for his pocket and pulled out a thick leather collar. The collar was magically beautiful with emeralds making it shiny and fancy.

“You are mine cunt. You were always, and you always will be. You live to serve me, and I live to use you my sweet little innocent cunt. Now raise your head and grab your hair” he said with a very smirking tone.

“Yes, Master” the girl replied and raised her head as well as her hair with her hand.

A few moments later the collaring ceremony ended. There was no backing out. The girl had her collar on her neck with emerald gemstones matching her eyes, and a golden padlock with no keys to open the collar around her neck. Her Master pulled out a chain leash and attached it to her collar as a form of total control, and the girl with a huge smile on her face, and happy tears running down her face said:

“Thank you Master”