PART FOUR - The Collaring
At last the day had arrived, this day Monika would be Collared and for this wonderful day I had hired a white BMW, Monika looked resplendent in her plain white dress and complete lack of jewellery, as usual, I had dressed in simple slax and polo shirt. I would be changing into full Dom regalia when the time was right.
Turning left onto the flint and gravel drive that led to the big house, I took a little time to survey the scenery that seemed to stretch to the very horizon, not another building in sight in any direction. The colours I saw here appeared to be very different from where we lived, so beautifully fresh, crisp and clean, especially being viewed in the morning light. However, we were to learn that in the early morning, one could watch the light mist of the night rolling back to reveal the true beauty of this wondrous place.
We had moved on two months since Monika had agreed to be my one in every way, and just two weeks ago had given up her flat to move in with me, life was wonderful for both of us.
For the ceremony Barry had decided to hire a huge bungalow in the beautiful area of the Lake District. I had never been here before and the myriad shades of green covering the landscape left me quite in awe. September seemed the perfect time of year to visit, just before the Autumn took hold turning the leaves on the trees through burnt orange to copper and then brown. The timing was perfect.
Drawing closer to the bungalow my attention became more focused on the building. Built from the local stone, as were many others that we had passed on our way here, it was long and low. A converted stable Barry had said. Facing me was what I took to be the main entrance door but later learned was a bedroom. An enormous panoramic window gave light and a wonderful view of the vast and beautiful countryside. Window boxes and hanging baskets were filled with a plethora of late summer blooms. The large wooden door with its cracked and in places, peeling varnish added to the chocolate box picture of peace and serenity that I felt while adding great character to the property.
I felt it strange that Lake District properties seemed to remind me of the Catherine Cookson films that I had watched from time to time on Sunday night TV. All very nineteenth century, period dramas where wealthy landowners suppressed the poorer country folk, closing my eyes I could have easily visualised the Jarrow Marchers of the 1930's with their banners and cloth caps.
Before realising my own leanings toward BDSM, I somehow looked upon a D/s relationship along similar lines, being cruel and vindictive, and yes, in some cases it did turn out in such a way, when the Master happened to be a selfish bully. Eventually I learned that a good D/s relationship is something based on honesty, trust, good communication, and compassion on the Master's part, the true D/s relationship is not about power or oppression, but one of giving and absolute love.
Looking around, I saw only Barry's car and pulled up alongside it to park the BMW. glancing at my watch I noticed that it was still only 09:10. This was good as Barry had specified around 09:30. My being a punctualist always got me wherever I needed to be in good time.
Looking at Monika who had put her hand on my thigh to gently squeeze, I asked if there might be anything amiss.
"Oh no My Lord, I am very excited, all the planning comes to fruition this day, for today I am to be collared to the one man who means the world to me, the man whom I adore, love and respect, the man who is my world, the centre of my universe."
Alighting from the car I stretched the driving aches out of me while taking the opportunity to inhale deep breaths of the clean, sweet Lake District air. Opening the boot I removed my case containing all that I would need for the ceremony, passed Monika's bag over to her, a much smaller one, and headed for the rear of the house, Monika bouncing along excitedly in front of me. I swear if there had been trees in that area she would have been bouncing off of them doing an impression of Tigger.
As we rounded the corner, I was surprised to see that Monika had stopped, leaning against the wall, concerned, I asked if something might be wrong
"Not really My Lord, just that the butterflies in my stomach suddenly turned into dragons, I felt this overwhelming sense of occasion and felt as though I might fall, nothing really Sir, just me being silly."
"I understand little one, the occasion is finally catching up to you." I put my arm around her to steady her, held her close for a moment stroking her hair, turned her face to mine kissing her softly.
"Oh My wonderful Lord, I love you so much and don't want to put a foot wrong on this very special day, I want you to be so proud of me, I guess I'm just feeling a little apprehensive, being silly, she giggled.
"Monika I know this is a very special day, but what makes it so extra special is that I know you are going to be wonderful, and even if you fall over it won't matter, I love you desperately anyway. Know this little one, that however it may go I will still be very proud of you but I know that everything will go so very well, Barry and Rachael will see to that."
"Yes Sir, I will have Rachael here to guide me, and only she and Lord Barry know how many times we have rehearsed the day, I sometimes feel that I can do it in my sleep now."
I laughed softly into her lovely blonde hair, "are you ready to continue now I asked?"
"Yes Sir, and thank you for understanding, lead on and I will follow."
The back door of the bungalow led straight into the kitchen where Barry and Rachael awaited us.
"Greetings Henry, did you have a good journey?" He did no more than nod to Monika but the beam on Rachael's face showed the pleasure that she felt now that we were here.
Rachael had chosen to wear bright yellow cycle pants that showed off her perfect behind in every detail, even to the crease between her thighs, drawing attention immediately, a tightly fitting 'T' shirt brought her lovely breasts into immediate focus too, she truly was a beautiful girl. It made Barry proud to be able to walk down the street with her on his arm and made me happy that she had agreed, nay, wanted to be Monika's hand maiden on this auspicious day.
Greeting Barry I walked over to her, scooped the lovely girl into my arms kissing her firmly. "You look gorgeous Rachael, good enough to eat," I smiled, laughing easily.
"Thank you for that lovely hello Sir Henry, but now I must extricate myself from your arms and attend to my charge, there is much to do before the ceremony begins and I know that you will want Monika to look her absolute best."
"Indeed yes little one, when do the other guests begin arriving?" I asked.