To: Husband
From: Vivienne
It's obvious to me that you two intend to do this properly. Do a Google search on 'eternity gold collar.' Once you see this one, your search will be over. Mind you, it's not cheap, but given that it's the last collar you'll ever need to buy, it's worth the investment. Not only that, but an elegant woman such as your wife deserves an elegant collar for her enslavement.
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To: Vivienne
From: Husband
Vivienne, I just looked at this collar. OMG!! Thanks!!!! Will she ever be floored! I'm not going to let her see it until the ceremony.
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To: Husband
From: Wife
Well, the invitations went out this morning. Master, you and I have crossed the Rubicon now. In two weeks, I become your consensual slave for the rest of my life. As Bette Davis once said, 'Fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a bumpy night.'
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To: Wife
From: Wife's Mother
Baby, I got this invitation from you two in the mail today. I've never heard of a 'collaring ceremony' before, and when I researched it online, I nearly passed out! Child, are you OUT OF YOUR MIND?! YOU'RE GOING TO BE YOUR HUSBAND'S SLAVE AND WEAR A COLLAR AROUND YOUR NECK?! Whatever has possessed you, Isadora???? Tell me this is some kind of joke!!!!
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To: Wife's Mother
From: Wife
No, mother, it's no joke. Truth be told, Richard and I have been in a dominant/submissive relationship for years. The only difference is that now we're announcing it formally and publicly. I'm tired of pretending we are both something other than what we are. I want this, and I need this, and Richard supports me, as he always does.
Mom, do we seem unhappy to you and dad? Don't you notice the serenity of our relationship? We never fight. Never! I defer to him in everything because I totally trust him to do what is best for us both, and he always does. Yes, he asks for my opinion, but he makes the decisions, and I accept them. It's so much easier that way.
Can you not see how much we adore each other? I won't even begin to do the 'too-much-information' thing and tell you about our sex life, other than to say that Richard can transport me to the moon and does so just about every day and night. Our household is one of peace and bliss, and I am proud to say I worship that man. And, yes, I accept his painful but loving discipline when he feels the need to administer it. You may think I'm insane, but I find it comforting.
Mother, please, you and dad come down and be a part of this. I'll understand if you cannot find it in yourselves to be enthusiastic supporters, but you ought to at least be able to be unbiased observers. It's going to happen anyway, so you may as well attend.
Richard and I both send our love.
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To: Master Richard
From: Slave Isadora
Good morning, Master. Wasn't the ceremony wonderful? The weather was perfect, the flower garden was blooming, the guests were charming, and my heart was singing! You looked so put together in the gray suit, and what a perfect crease in those trousers. I thought the solid black necktie and the gold cufflinks added the perfect touches of sophistication.
Oh, Master, my collar is so exquisite, so wonderfully simple and elegant! One has to really inspect it well to discover that it can be removed, not that I ever want to do so. You were correct in not allowing me to see it before the ceremony, because you'd have had to whip me to shreds to keep me from putting it on then and there. When Vivienne brought out the velvet kneeling cushion with the collar on it, all shimmering and glittering in the sunshine, well, it took my breath away. I didn't know anybody could love me that much to give me something so utterly beautiful. I got misty eyed then, but when I was kneeling before you, and you began to speak your vows, I was bawling like a branded calf. It took every bit of concentration for me to reply to you, and I nearly swooned when you fastened it around my neck.
Vivienne was so good! She always seemed to know exactly what to do and what to say. She had a handkerchief ready and waiting for you to administer, and of course, I certainly couldn't wipe my own eyes with my hands tied behind my back.
And then you lifted me to my feet and kissed me with such passion. And then, oh my God, you had me stand with my feet apart and ran your finger between my legs and felt my drenching wetness. And then brought your finger to your lips and savored the taste of me! Your eyes locked into mine, and I came right then and there. And then the ceremony ended with the playing of the adagio from Rodrigo's 'Concierto de Aranjuez,' my all time favorite discipline music.
I'm glad my parents decided to attend. I'm sorry that yours are no longer with us and couldn't be there in body to witness it, but I have no doubt that they were part of the band of angels who were participating in spirit.
Master, I have to tell you this: I love you so much it frightens me at times. Whatever will I do when something happens to you? My world will shatter. Judging from the way you look at me, I expect you feel the same.
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From: Master Richard
To: Slave Isadora
Yep. Sure was a magic weekend, my precious ladyslave. The golden collar was the perfect complement to your golden hair. You were gorgeous in that long cape thing you were wearing. And then you surprised me and everyone else when Vivienne removed it in a flash when the collar was presented and you knelt on that cushion naked. Did you hear the crowd sucking in a breath of air? Woman, you are so brave! It was all I could do to keep from taking you right then and there! It felt like the rest of the universe just kind of faded away, and all there was, was you and me. Or is it 'you and I?' You're the Professor of English Lit.
Baby, don't worry about the future. Just take life day by day and be grateful for what we have. And when the time that you dread comes, don't worry about that either. I gave my covenant to provide for ALL your needs, and I mean to fulfill it. I have a plan. We will always be together!
Hold on, phone call. . .
Well! Who'd 'a' thunk it? That was your dad calling. Asked me where I got your collar. Seems your mom was a little too up front with her take on our relationship for your dad's liking. Told her to hush up. When she didn't, took her over his knee and whacked her ass good, long and proper. Seems she had an attitude adjustment and then some.
They want us to come up late next month for their collaring ceremony. 'Course, I said 'Yes.' Can't wait to see that!
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The author thanks his readers, especially those of you who've been with this series from the beginning. It was fun to imagine and fun to write. It is my intention to add one final chapter to this story, an epilogue entitled, "We are still together." It should be sent up for posting in a week or so. The format of that chapter will be quite different, so be forewarned. -ham_sandwich
