I look at her and smile the biggest cheesiest stupidest grin I can muster.
“You look like the Cheshire cat,” Stella points out.
“I was going to tell you I was moving in.”
“You were going to tell me, were you?” She smiles and winks at me.
“Yes I was, Ma’am.”
“Good timing then. I’m thinking, why don’t we lease your house and donate all your things to charity?”
All my things?
“What do you mean by all my things?” I ask a little worried.
“Your furniture’s old and worn and probably broken, like you were when we first met. Now it’s time to move on to the next phase of your life and accept all the good, which includes me, my home, my money and everything else.”
“Stella, I don’t need you to pay my way. I have my own money and I don’t want your handouts.”
“I know that, but when it comes time to study you may need help along the way and we’re in this together. I make a lot of money, Ryan. Much much more than you do and for me I want to share that part with you, too.”
“Well, yes I’m moving in and we’ll discuss the money if the time approaches. Tell me what’s going to happen tonight? I’ve not been to a BDSM club before.”
“Tonight I’m unconventionally selling Mason to Kara and you’re being collared, so the clubs closed off to the public and is only to the Doms that are collaring their subs and for Mason to be sold.”
“Unconventional? I don’t even know what normal is anymore.”
“Yes, unconventional because selling a sub is not something that often happens, but Mason wants it so I’ve arranged it.”
“Alright, well if that makes him happy. What do I have to do at the ceremony?”
“You’ll be following behind me when we enter the club. After the sale a bell will ring and we’ll be seated, you’ll sit beside me on the floor. When all the Doms are seated a second bell will be heard, then you need to move off to the side of the room with the other subs. One by one, the subs will offer their leash to the Dom of their choice and possibly say a few words about why they want to be owned. The Dom will accept or decline it, then place a collar around the subs neck. You’ll kneel before me and kiss my feet to thank me, and then I’ll clip the leash on and present you with a gift as you present me with something too, but only if you want.”
“Wow, sounds intense and quite complicated.”
“It’s not something to take lightly, Ryan. This is a marriage of a Dom and a sub, it’s tying us together for a lifetime. I’ve never collared anyone before and I doubt I’ll ever want to collar anyone again. You need to understand, that you’re it for me.” Stella gets up from her chair and nervously paces the room.
“Come here,” I say as I open my arms for her to walk into. She comes and sits on my knee and embraces me tightly. “I know what the ceremony means to you, because I’ve been researching it and hoping that one day you’d want me forever. And I’m more than proud and honored to have you as my girlfriend and my master.” And one day soon, as my wife.
“I love you,” she mutters against my mouth as she leans down and kisses me.
“I can’t wait for the ceremony and to wear your collar with pride.”
“Good because we leave in three hours.” Stella stands and goes back to her chair and sits down, placing the glasses on. “I’m researching rent prices for your house, tomorrow we’ll organize your things and you can officially move in.”
If it makes my girlfriend happy to do this, then who am I to stop her? It pleases me to let go of all the bullshit that I don’t care about and know that Stella will take care of it.
My house has nothing to hold me to it, it’s dark, lifeless and cold. The way I was before I was saved by Stella and Mason.
Tonight’s collaring ceremony will hold extreme importance to both Stella and myself. Not because we’ll be joined in marriage in the eyes of the BDSM community, but because I hope her answer will be yes.
Chapter 31
“Mason, you nervous?” I ask Mase as we get changed in Master’s room. She told us we’re allowed to talk as we put our clothes on that she’s pre-arranged. Mason has a dark green pair of baggy pants, almost like sleep pants and I have black pair.
“I’m fucking excited. Mistress K is crazy hot and fuck the shit she does to me, check this out,” he says as he takes his shirt off and turns around. He’s covered in fading welts and straight lines across his entire back. “Look, it goes down my legs too,” he says enthusiastically as he drops his jeans.
“That looks like it hurt when she did it.” I touch the lines on his back and Mason slightly flinches.
“It fucking killed and I loved every moment of it. She’s my perfect freak, my god what she can do with a cat and a butt plug.”
“You know what, Mase? I’m happy for you, I’m glad you’ve found your equal.”
“She’s not my equal, Ry. She’s my better. I really like her, I think we could make this work beyond her play room.”
“How was it with Master letting Mistress K take you to her play room?”
“Master knows what I want and she made a great choice in Mistress K for me.”
I’m so pleased that Mason will get his happily ever after, since the first time Mistress K was in a scene with us, Mason’s not stopped talking about her and how wonderful she is. I knew from that moment, that Mason was a goner. He may not see it yet, but I can.
“You ready?” I ask as I check to make sure the small pouch that I’ve safety pinned to the inside of my pants is still there.
“Fuck yeah. Let’s get you collared and get me sold to my new Mistress,” Mason says with utmost cheer and delight in his voice.
We both make our way over to the dungeon and go into waiting position. Neither of us say anything as we wait for our Master’s orders.
I hear the clicking of heels and eagerly crave my Master’s voice.
“Pet, boy, please stand and follow me. I’ve organized a limousine to take us tonight, so please slide into the back seat, place your seat belts on and wait for further instruction. You may proceed with my commands,” she says in that hot sexy Master’s tone.
Mason and I both stand quietly and go to the front door where sure enough, there’s a black limo waiting for us. The driver has the back door opened and Mason and I quietly and quickly slip inside and do as we’re told.
Moments later, my Master slips in and I can’t help but let my gaze follow her lines.
She’s more breathtaking today then she was the night I first met her. The air in my lungs leaves and my heart hurts with extreme love that’s possessed me.
She’s wearing a fitted red dress that has a split which goes all the way up to the top of her thigh, it’s sleeveless and hugs her breasts and her waist. All I want to do is run my tongue from her toes and follow the line all the way up to her neck.
Her hair’s free of any clips and it cascades over her shoulders in big soft curls.
She has that black stuff around her eyes again, but they just make the green pop like a perfect drop in the depths of the ocean.
My Master is everything to me.
“Did I tell you to eye fuck me, boy?” she says in her ‘I’m not pleased with you’ voice. It makes me smile and I lower my head so my chin’s on my chest.
The ride isn’t long to the club, I never even knew it existed, but I’m still a novice and my Master’s teaching me.
“Be respectful and remain behind me, you’re not permitted to talk to anyone. If you’re approached by another Master or Dom you’re to instruct them to speak to me but you must remain respectful at all times. Pet, your auction takes place first then the collaring ceremony will begin. Do you both understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Mason and I say together.
My Master exits the vehicle first and we wait for her word to tell us to follow.
When we get inside the club, Mason and I stand side by side as our Master leads us to what I assume
is the main area. I’ve not lifted my head up to have a good look around because I’ve not been told to.
“Toys, would you like a drink?”
“No, Master,” we both say in unison.
“Master,” I hear Mistress K call.
This gives me a few moments to take in my environment, there’s talking and laughing, I can hear the clinking of glasses together and the smell of sex is gently wafting through the air.
“Which one are you selling?” I hear a man ask.
“The one with his hair tied back, I do believe he’s spoken for though. But I’m sure she’d like some healthy competition in the auction.” They both laugh and a touch of worry courses through me, but I hear a small grumble come from Mason, so I assume he loves it.
“And the other one, could you part with it for an hour or two. I’d sure like to play with it for a while. It’s got lovely skin and I’d like to watch it pink up under my hand and then a cane.”
He’s talking about me. Fucking red, he isn’t touching me. There’s only one man I’ll play with and he’s standing beside me.
“Sorry, Master J, he’s being collared tonight and I have no intentions on sharing him.”
“Really? Now that’s a shame because I could’ve enjoyed myself with it. If you ever want to toss it away, you have my number.” He’s talking about me like I’m nothing, and I’m getting fucking turned on as my Master sets him straight that I’m her possession.
“Ladies and gentleman. Thank you for coming out tonight to this happy evening, I do hope you’re all enjoying yourselves. The collaring ceremony will take place shortly, but first we have a request for a public auction. Master Stella, if you could please bring your sub to the front,” the MC asks.
“Waiting position, boy,” my Master leans in and says. Immediately I drop to my knees and remain quiet as she walks away.
“Thank you all for coming, I’d like to introduce you to my pet. Pet, ready pose,” she says to Mason. Fuck I wish I could watch, but I’m not permitted so I’ll have to just listen. “As you can all see, I’ve broken him in and he’s very obedient. He’s an anal and pain slut, but he won’t do water play, scat play or blood play. He wants to experience asphyxiation and absolutely loves being constricted. No animals or under twenty-one play, either. Did I mention he’s an anal and pain slut?” she says with a laugh. The other Masters and Doms boom out a laugh too.
“Before we start the bidding, I’d like to let you know that proceeds to this auction will go to Joyful Hearts Foundation to help abused kids. So, what will the opening bid be for this delicious and appetizing toy?”
“$50.” I hear a deep voice from beside me.
“Oh now that’s just insulting me, Master L. I’ve done all the hard work of properly training and you offer $50? You can dig further.” The man besides me chuckles.
“$150.”
“$200.” The bidding officially starts.
“$350.”
“$500,” I hear Mistress K yell out.
“We can do better than that, obviously you all need a little encouragement. Pet, strip,” Master tells Mason.
“Oh yes, that’s definitely worth more,” I hear someone say.
“$1000.”
“$1200.” The bids start coming in quite quickly.
“$1450.”
“$1600.”
“Turn around pet and show everyone that gorgeous ass of yours. Good, pet.” I quietly laugh because I think Mason will love the attention he’s getting.
“$2000.”
“$2500.”
“$3200.”
“$4000,” Mistress K shouts.
“SOLD, to the pain master whose specialty is a Sjambok.” I hear laughs around the room.
What the fuck’s a sjambok? More damn research when I get home.
“I’ll give you $150 to sit in a scene,” I hear someone say.
“Well, this could be interesting, but he’s no longer my possession. Mistress K, if you’d care to take the stage.”
“A moment with my pet, ladies and gentlemen,” Mistress K says.
“Boy,” my Master whispers in my ear. “You may stand and watch the rest.” I rise from the floor and stand behind my Master as I see Mistress K petting Mason. His eyes are lowered and his dick is so hard that I can see the pre-cum from here.
He’s one twisted man, but fuck I love him.
Mistress K gives him a command and Mason falls to the floor waiting for her to speak.
“I’ll auction off four scenes with my slut and myself. But, the bidding will start at $2000 for each scene and the money will go to Joyful Hearts Foundation. Opening bid is $2000, do I hear $3000?”
“$5000,” my Master yells and I can’t help but laugh out loud. She shoots me a look over her shoulder and I temporarily lower my head in shame.
“Sold,” Mistress K says and gives my Master a small nod.
The next three scenes are all sold for $5000 each and they’ve managed to raise $24000 for the Joyful Hearts Foundation.
“Ladies and gentlemen, that was fun but now we’ll have a small fifteen minute break then we’ll start with the collaring ceremony,” the MC announces.
Mistress K approaches us with Mason following behind her.
“May I speak with your toy?” my Master asks as I stand still and watch.
“Of course, and please help yourself to him. Pet, you’re to speak openly and honestly to Master.”
“Yes, Mistress K.”
Master steps in front of Mason and extends her neck to kiss him. “I’m proud of you Mason, you’ve fought hard to clean your life up and now you have the entire world to explore. You’ve made me happy at how you turned your life around. Be good for your new Mistress.”
“I love you, Master,” Mason says as he wraps her in a hug and kisses her soft lips one last time before he leaves her possession.
“I love you, too,” she sighs against his ear loud enough for me to hear.
Mistress K steps forward and Master steps back to be beside me, “Boy, would you like a drink?”
“Yes, Master.” I’m parched because I’m a little emotional to know that Mason will no longer be in our dungeon when Master and I play.
Master walks to the bar and I hear her order two Cokes. She hands one to me and orders me to drink it, I down in one go and feel the dry is now well moistened as I wait for the collaring ceremony to begin.
The ringing of a bell is heard and it’s all about to start.
My life is just about to take a completely new direction.
And I can’t wait.
“You’re to sit beside me until I tell you to move to the front. Do you understand what it is you need to do?”
“Yes I do, Master.” Fucking yes I do, I think as a small smile plies my lips.
The second bell goes and my Master gives me my leash.
“Go with the other subs and wait for further instructions.”
I walk to the front and wait.
The MC starts to talk and one by one the other subs go and ask for their Masters to accept them as their partners and subs.
When it comes to me my fucking heart’s leaping out of my chest because this is going to be so much more than just a collaring.
“Take your leash, boy and ask to be guided,” the MC says as he taps me on the shoulder.
I walk directly to my Master and stand tall before her. I take a deep breath and hope she says yes.
“My desire is to please you and follow you through every journey that you’ll take me on. I offer you my heart and my leash so you can guide and lead me.” I lower my head and lift my leash waiting for her to accept it by collaring me and attaching the leather to it.
“I accept this leash as a symbol of you giving yourself fully to me. I promise to care for you, guide you and lead you on a safe journey. From this day forward, you belong to me and I’ll endure to protect you as you willingly join me in this journey called life.”
I love her so much.
“Will
you kneel before me and take this symbol as my ownership of you?” my Master asks as she holds out a thick black leather collar that has silver loops all around it.
“I kneel before you as a sign of my total submission and acceptance of your ownership. I will proudly wear the collar you provide me every day of my life, Master.”
I kneel in front of my Master and she leans down and attaches the collar to my neck.
My body instantly expels any feeling of uncertainty and every negative emotion I’ve ever held on to.
I completely belong to my Master and she’s a slave to my happiness.
“You now belong to me,” Master says with love in her voice.
This is it.
Now’s the time for my Master to know exactly how much she means to me.
“I can’t fully belong to you yet, Master,” I say as I quickly release the safety pin from inside my pants. “I was haunted with pain and I merely breathed to survive. Every intake of air was laced with poison and dread and I wanted to simply stop existing. I was battered and bruised until the day you found me, and you gave me hope and unconditional love. In you I’ve learnt to live and love. You’re my best friend, my lover, my Master and I hope, you’ll be my wife.” I lift the ring and offer it to my Master.
“Ryan,” she says as she gulps in a huge breath of air.
I stand and embrace her as my mouth closes over hers in a kiss. “Say yes.”
EPILOGUE
5 YEARS LATER
I park my car outside and when I get to the front door I’m assaulted with the most delicious smells wafting through our home.
“Hello,” I yell to whoever wants to answer. “I’m back,” I say a little louder.
“Dad, how do you think you went?” Lucy walks out of the kitchen eating an apple and eagerly accosts me.
“I’m not sure, I hope I passed.” I lean down and give her a kiss on the forehead. “Where’s Stella?”
“She’s in the kitchen and she’s pretty moody, so just be on guard,” she giggles and goes toward her room.
When I walk into the kitchen, my beautiful wife’s wearing a yellow sundress and she’s hovering over the cook top stirring something in a huge black pot.
“Hey, Gorgeous,” I say as I come up behind her and run my hands over her seven month baby bump.
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