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the collaring of takara
My in-depth submissive training began two months ago. Master had me kneel before him one night and we went over protocols, house rules, short and long term goals, and daily tasks. The tasks he chose help make his life easier, as well as to remind me of his dominance over me and my willful submission to him. Over these few months he was away from home on two different trips for work. While he was away he left with me writing assignments and various daily tasks (the subject of another post perhaps). Shortly after he left on his last trip he informed me he was giving me my new name and soon after his return we would do a formal collaring ceremony. Also while he was away i was also instructed to get my toe nails done at a salon here, “pick something sassy for me” was his request. Before he returned home he gave me two questions to think and write about in preparation for the ceremony. – What does my submission to Master mean? – What it means to wear Master’s collar? When he returned home he asked me to prepare a few light appetizers to serve to Master and some friends after feeding our girls and putting them to bed on the night of the ceremony. He would decide my outfit, make-up, and hair style for the evening. His instructions to me were not to stress about the night (something i am notorious for doing). He also gave me ‘my words’ so when my mind is wandering or i am needing some focus, i am able to verbally or mentally concentrate them and help me remain calm and in my submissive mindset. The few days prior to our ceremony he walked up behind me at random times, grabbed the back of my neck, and softly yet sternly spoke into my ear. He would ask “who are you?” i replied with “Your takara, Sir.” Then he would ask what ‘my words’ were and i would recite them to him. my North Star will guide me through the dark. i will trust and follow Him. The day finally came. Master was being mysterious throughout the day and restricted me from entering the bedroom. He was out running a few errands and told me to go into the tatami room and get changed. He left my attire in there with this hand written note. This is your pre-collaring attire I chose. Obey and follow me. -M When the evening came around we fed our girls and put them to bed. i served Master and our friends the appetizers, and we enjoyed light but meaningful conversation. They are a married couple who are poly and while their ‘kink’ is slightly different that ours, they accept and appreciate what we have found, breaking free of the vanilla lifestyle…knowing there is so much more to be had. Once enough time had passed to ensure the kids were indeed sleeping, he pulled me close and spoke into my ear “Go to the bedroom, close the door, and follow my instructions waiting for you there.” i went to our room. In between three small candles was another hand written small note card. Take off all clothing and lingerie. Wait as you have been taught, facing away from the door. -M my mind was soaring with so many emotions. i was naked and exposed, slightly afraid Master had planned to do the ceremony with me in this vulnerable state to drive home the point that i was his, to do with as he pleased. The door creaked open and i heard his steps. Again he came close behind me and caringly yet domineeringly asked who i was, what my name meant, and to repeat ‘my words.’ i answered him back, “your takara Sir,” meaning treasure in Japanese and recited ‘my words.’ He told me to stand, then took a dress he had bought on his recent trip out of the closet and instructed me to hold my arms above my head. He slipped the dress over me. i felt an overwhelming sensation of being looked after and taken care of. My eyes started to well up with tears. He took my hand in his and guided me to another room, again lit with various groupings of three candles (signifying the three parts of the BDSM emblem). Our two friends were there sitting comfortably on a couch. He guided me to one of my many pillows and instructed me to kneel before him. Being on my knees at his feet is something i do often but there was so much power in being in this position for the first time in front of others, i felt humbled yet honored at the same time, it was the only place i wanted to be at that moment. Master began by asking me what my submission to him meant and then spoke about what his dominance meant. He then asked me to tell him what it meant to me to wear Master’s formal collar; he followed by telling me what his formal collar symbolizes. By this point tears of love, joy, and absolute submission were streaming down my face. He told me to ‘kneel up’ and asked if i would accept his collar. After i chocked out the answer of ‘yes Master’, he had me bow my head and placed my formal collar around my neck, where it has remained and will for as long as i can see into the future. He told me to stand and wrapped his arms around me and allowed me to cry into the crease of his neck (one of my very favorite spots). He lifted my head and wiped my tears and held me close. “you are my takara and I love you” he said into my ear. At that moment and every day since i have never felt more submissive, owned, cherished, loved, and willing to serve. He is my Master and i am his takara.
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