Finale

Robin's Rescue part 10 Finale: Celebrating our new state.

We had just returned home from Anton the tattooist where Robin had been marked with the sign of my ownership, a large Celtic styled 'F' for Finn on her back. The girl carried some shopping bags I had ordered her to take to my bedroom, no doubt curious about the contents.

"Tonight we are going out to celebrate our new mutual commitment, Robin. I thought the event called for new clothes which I have arranged with Pauline. (Pauline runs a fetish clothing store) While I was away working for two weeks, she had used Robin for modelling...and other things (see Robin's Vacation) This was both our one month anniversary and the start of a completely new relationship.

"So the first thing is to get you cleaned up. No showers or full baths for a couple of weeks, but I will give you a sponge bath."

"I started to pull my tee shirt out of my pants. "May I undress you, Master?"

I suppose you can guess what the little minx had in mind. It wasn't long until she was on her knees before a naked me looking expectantly up into my eyes. She wanted to thank me with her mouth. I admired my own restraint as I pushed her away saying, "We mustn't be late for your enslavement party, girl." There was no rush. I could have her mouth anytime I wanted. Pushing her away reinforced that I could have her anytime I wanted and when I wanted. What she wanted was, at best, secondary.

I had her lean over the sink while I gently washed and conditionedher hair then took her into the tub for a sponge bath. It was a wonderfully intimate moment as she stood, hands on her head and waited for me to cleanse her in my own way. Robin could be very excitable and passionate, but she also intuitively knew when to be quiet and still. What a delightful submissive!

I told her to do her make up as elegantly as possible and let her know her green clothing for the night would be on the bed. I told her we were leaving in 40 minutes. I then went off to dress in a proper and well cut suit and sat to the living room to wait.

Robin appeared well before time and simply took my breath away. She was wearing a shimmering, sheer emerald green floor length sheath that combined with her pale skin and vibrant red hair turned her into an Celtic goddess. The skirt was cut high on one side, of course. Can't let a slave have too much modesty. Standing still, the slit was not obvious, but then she stuck out her leg. Show off! It was a test of my resolve to not take hewer right there. The top was simple with one inch halter top straps and a lovely and dramatic show of cleavage. Again, not terribly revealing if she didn't move much, but with no underwear included in the ensemble, it wouldn't take much of a side breeze to show off her lovely breasts... or cunt for that matter. A bigger breeze might leave her completely topless since the straps did not cross in back. Red heels and red collar completed the outfit.

I gave her the twirl signal and she turned around. The back was scooped square down to the top of her sweet ass and even with the plastic bandage, the lines of fabric framed her new mark perfectly. I felt a welling in my chest at the thought that this lovely creature was mine in body and soul. I felt a further swelling in my pants, too, but decided to ignore it. I don't know what I did to deserve her, but I wasn't going to question it.

I draped a dark green shawl around her shoulders not for modesty sake, but to hide the tattoo from or guests until the big reveal.

In the car she pulled her skirt aside thanks to the slit and spread her legs making herself available to me. Such a good obedient slave! I thought a little stimulation would get her in the right frame of mind so I reached into her pussy. I need not have worried, she was already slick. She cleaned my proffered fingers with her mouth.

I told her that she would know most of our party except for the couple responsible for her new legal identities. I told her to thank them and then informed her she would be visiting soon to thank them with her body and to make it clear she would be offering them everything she had to give.

Before leaving the car at the restaurant I had her turn her back to me and stripped off the protective plastic wrap from her tattoo. I had more to replace it later, but first I wanted all to see the mark. Our guests were already in the private dining room working on the first bottle of Prosecco. I had asked them to come early. Two more bottles stood in ice on the side board along with large plates of antipasto.

Conversation stopped when my beautiful Robin entered the room. I asked the maitre'd to give us privacy for a half an hour. He pointed me to a discrete bell that I could use to alert the serving staff when ready.

The dining room could easily accommodate 20, but the staff had set out a single circular table that comfortably sat the seven of us and had dimmed the wall sconces to give the space an intimate feel. Candles here and there made the room feel almost Gothic.

"Mistress, subs and slaves," I said rather pompously," I have the pleasure of introducing you to my permanent slave, "Robin Helot."

Applause. I stepped behind and removed her shawl. They oohed and ahhhed at her dress as it shimmered in the candlelight. Even Pauline was impressed on how well it looked on my girl. And when their compliments faded, I spoke again, "This morning Robin and I each signed her permanent slave contract. She is mine now and forever..."

I saw Judy glance hopefully at Pauline, but Pauline only had eyes for Robin and a satisfied smile at the role she had played in the girl's enslavement. Beauty was silently crying through her smiles. It could have been envy, but I think it was genuine joy at knowing that she had both saved this girl from a terrible situation, and that she had found a new level of connection in her own world, one where sex had become fun again.

"...as a sign of commitment to this new state between us, Robin agreed...no, willingly gave her body to be permanently marked. Turn around girl."

The other women gasped at both the size and elegance of the tattoo.

Pauline was the first to speak. "It is absolutely gorgeous, Master Finn, a masterpiece of the art form. Clearly you feel a very special bond to your slave."

"Robin, I want you to curtsey before each guest in turn and thank them for their role in rescuing you and helping you become my slave."

She went to Pauline first curtseying deeply flashing breasts and pussy in turn. "Thank you Mistress for the fine clothing and for teaching me how to wear it...enticingly, and for furthering my servitude as your store mannequin. You helped me to become the slave I am."

"Thank you Judy for teaching me what a truly obedient slave can be. Your submission and willingness to follow every command will serve as a good guideline as I serve Master Finn."

Then came Beauty. As Robin curtsied, tears brimmed in her lovely eyes and her shoulders shook. "Beauty, without your help I might be dead by now. You and Master Finn have saved my life. I can never repay you except to call you my sister if you will allow me." Beauty took her hand and raised her up and swallowed her up into a warm and long lasting embrace that turned into a deep and beautiful kiss. "I am so happy for you and so proud of you, Robin. I am proud to have you call me sister."

Finally she reached the nameless couple. Again she made a deep curtsey. "I am sorry Master and Mistress, I do not know your names but I know I will be forever indebted to you for giving me my new name. At a time that Master Finn appoints I shall be pleased to come to you with deep gratitude and willingly and enthusiastically offer you the full use of my body for as long as he deems appropriate. I hope you find me worthy."

My friend beamed with pleasure. How wife caressed Robin's cheek and kissed her gently.

After these formal greetings I said, "Before we dine there are two more formalities left to conclude. Beauty, would you remove Robin's dress and collar please?"

"Yes, Master"...Not 'sir' clearly she was getting increasingly caught up in all of this.

With Robin standing naked but for her heels and the rest of us forming a witness circle around her I said, "Kneel." She complied assuming a Gorean style display position, legs wide, hands resting on knees, palms upturned, head bowed.

"Lift your head, Robin. I wish to see your face." I took a square flat jewelry box from the sideboard.

"To honour your willingness to serve and to give yourself to me I have a gift for you." I held the leather covered box before her. "Open it."

She lifted the lid to reveal a half inch round metal circlet collar made of brushed stainless steel. It was a deep red colour with a one inch ring dangling on the front. On the back was inscribed, "Robin: Property of Master Finn".

Robin's face dissolved in tears as she fingered it oh so gently. She looked up at me held it out and through liquid eyes whispered, "Please?"

Removing a small key on a chain from the case I unlocked the circlet and gently placed it around her neck locking it firmly into place. I then hung the key around my own neck and tucked it into my shirt.

"Thank you, Master."

"You may rise." I held her and kissed her tenderly on her lips and whispered, "Forever," hoping that it would be so. I then directed Judy and Beauty to redress, Robin, rebandage her back and fix her tear stained make-up. Unbidden the wife of my government friend joined them. Her husband smiled at me knowingly. While they ministered to their slave sister, Pauline and I shared a glass of wine and sat at the table.

"Not bad for a rookie," she said with a smile. "That was elegantly done, sir." She held up her glass in a toast.

"Pauline, am I supposed to love a slave this much?"

She placed a hand on mine. "Sometimes in this shadowy world of ours, this is the only place people like us can find true love. I think you have saved her...but that act on your part has, I think, saved to you as well. I wish you every happiness. Just don't forget that she needs to be your slave, not your equal. Listen to her, respect her, for that's the kind of Master you are becoming, but always remember who wears the collar and who holds the key. She needs to serve, Finn. She needs to be used, sometimes harshly. It won't always be this intense, but never forget that while you may choose to grant her pleasure, her pleasure belongs to you and her first purpose is to bring you pleasure. You have a kind heart, but to keep her happy, be selfish."

Later that night at home I told Robin that unless I was displeased, she would sleep in my bed, not beside it. I showed her a new chain affixed to the headboard, for I would still lock her up at night. Were I to order her to the floor, she would know she was being punished and that more would come.

I told her to strip, kissed her gently while fondling the new barbells affixed to her breasts and then told her to stand while bending over, face and torso on the bed, arms outstretched. Knowing what I wanted she spread her legs wide. I warmed her ass up with my hand for awhile and then removed my clothes in a leisurely fashion. Then I picked up a crop from atop the dresser and started to strike her ass and upper thighs with increasing intensity. I kept up a steady pace until her ass was nice and red and I could hear the beginnings off sobs being buried in the mattress. Then I took my slave girl's pussy and later, after a generous application of lube, her ass as well. I came in a daze of passion with a renewed a sense of ownership.

I left her there while going for a shower and found her exactly where I had left her. While not surprised, I found it immensely heartwarming. She was lying there chest on the bed with arms extended and cheeks aflame, not because she was afraid of me, but because this was where she wanted to be.

Epilogue Five years later

We celebrated our enslavement anniversary in the same restaurant. She wore the same lovely green dress. She asked that it be kept for anniversaries only. It was just the two of us.

Like all relationships, things settled into a comfortable set of habits. I kept trying to mess her up now and then and we still had plenty of scenes alone, with old friends and in new kinky situations. An unexpected benefit is that I had unlocked a previously unknown degree of creativity in my dominance. I did my best to keep her off balance in our games. Sometimes I was harsh, sometimes gentle, sometimes she was tied up and left for hours without me ever touching her, sometimes she she services strangers in the dungeon never knowing who they were. I loaned her out periodically and discovered a few BDSM clubs where she would be made to perform. I even made her perform online now and then. She loved the humiliation of 'performance'...it never got old for her and I did like watching her serve others knowing she was still my property.

We travelled often sometimes encountering wildly erotic scenes in European sex clubs and even brothels. You know those Czech super glory holes? Yep, she spent a night there being fucked and toyed for an evening and later swallowed the largest load I had ever dumped into her mouth. Despite scenes like this we were almost always comfortable in each other's company.

She acquired more education with my encouragement and blessing. But as I said, I liked to mess her up. The week she graduated her program I took her to an amateur stripper's night at a gentlemen's club near her college and entered her. The thought that she might be dancing for some of her classmates filled her with a sense of shame and eroticism. Later I had her spend an hour on her knees in a glory hole filming her sucking cock all the while. I ordered her to take each load on her face, in her hair and on her tits. Obviously she did not get to clean up before we went home...and we took a several block detour to get to the car.

At home I strapped her spread eagled and alternated crop strikes and caresses until she came screaming in her bonds, then I took her down, cuffed her hands behind her back and jacked off all over her beautiful face adding yet one more load. I didn't let her clean up but made her sleep chained and cuffed on the floor teasing her for being high and mighty with her brand new Bachelor's degree. "You're still my slave and don't you forget it!" I failed at sounding stern. With a happy smile she said, "Oh yes, Master," she replied, "just your lowly slave slut cum bucket ready to serve!" before drifting off to sleep.

She acquired more jewelry like a clit ring (that she adored for it kept her constantly stimulated) and a tongue stud that I certainly enjoyed. Many doms keep their slaves naked for much of the time, but I preferred her to dress enticingly and erotically. Few of her clothes left much to the imagination, but as her collection of lingerie, straps, fine chains and other accessories grew, I found I always had a pleasing slave to enjoy even just with eyes alone. Finding ways to excite each other regularly, if not every day, was a goal we shared. She was always trying to 'top from the bottom' finding ways to seduce me to take her or punish her or, ideally, both. The Master/slave bond was built on deep trust that kept growing. There was less fear on both sides.

I had started thinking about a different commitment in the not too far distant future---marriage! We had even discussed children. But tonight, well it was a simple affirmation of what we had both come to believe. Ours might be an unusual relationship, but it would be a lifelong one.

Still...I had some surprises waiting for her in the dungeon tomorrow to start a new year together.