My mistress and I have been through a lot together, but now we I feel we are closer than ever before. Tonight, I have earned my collar: a symbol of our relationship with one another. It is secured around my neck and only she holds the key. I am hers now, I have willingly given myself to her and she has accepted me as her own.
The collar sat on the dresser for weeks as I trained for this day. Open and empty, I would see it every day when I woke up. We picked it out together, it was perfect for me. I wanted something discrete, but still something that would still symbolize our relationship and my submission to her. I knew what I had to overcome to earn her locking that lovely device around my neck, and although the procedure of earning it was a bit intimidating, I knew that I must accomplish it. I knew I had to be hers.
On a day that she had work, I got up earlier than usual to complete all my tasks for the day. I did my lessons, exercised, groomed myself, did my chores around the house, prepared dinner for us, and awaited her arrival eagerly. When she got home we had a relatively normal night; we enjoyed one another's company as she winded down from a stressful day at work. She was unsuspecting of my plans to receive my collar on this night.
When I finished washing the dishes she was laying on the couch reading a book. We made eye contact and shared a smile; we were both pleased with each other. But little did she know of the gift I was about to give to her. She continued to read her book as I walked off to receive the implements necessary for me to earn my collar: a belt, a paddle, and a cane. When I returned, I placed them on the couch next to her and stood before her silently. She saw me in the corner of her eye and placed the book down, looking me in the eye.
"What is this, Alex? You want to receive more training?" She asked calmly, directing her attention towards me.
"N-no, mistress. Tonight I wish to earn my collar Miss Magen," I said as I began to undress myself, "Please make me yours. I want to be owned by you mistress."
After I was completely undressed, I kneeled down by her, resting my stomach on the seat of the couch with my ass exposed to her. I knew she was about to put me through hell to earn that collar, but I accepted it as what I needed more than anything.
"Mistress, I am ready. I will not disappoint you. Tonight I will prove to you that I am willing to go through a tremendous amount of pain to show you how much I love and appreciate you."
With that, she smiled at me at my willingness to try. Honestly I feel she probably doubted my ability to last through the whole ceremony without asking to stop. She stood up, grabbed onto the belt, and begin to rub my ass with her hand.
"Don't be afraid," I thought to myself as I closed my eyes in preparation, "My mistress loves me, this will be intense but it will not kill me. I want this. I need this." I focused on holding myself together, to surrender to her completely.
She began to warm my ass up with the belt, lashing me with mild velocity. She didn't want to break me, but she wanted this to be a very intense experience. After about 10 lashes she began to pick up speed, whipping my ass and upper thighs with the leather belt. It stung a lot, but it was tolerable. I felt the blood rushing to my ass as it began to blush in response to her licks. She didn't back down, my ass got no breaks as she continued to smack the strap against my vulnerable back side. I was almost in tears from the pain, but I was not about to give up.