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When my
husband and I first joined the BDSM scene,
one of the first "social" functions we
attended was the collaring ceremony of a
couple of friends. My husband and I
thought it was a wonderful thing - for
them - but we both more or less agreed at
the time that such a formal D/s
relationship was not for us. It came as a
bit of a shock then when my husband
suggested what he really wanted most of
all for his upcoming fortieth birthday was
to collar me in a similar ceremony as part
of his birthday celebrations. His
"birthday gift." It was only July and his
birthday wasn't due until December, so I
humored him and agreed thinking it was
either a joke or that he would probably
forget all about it by the end of the
year. How wrong I was!
A couple
of days later my husband told me he wanted
do a private photo session with me. This
in itself was a bit unusual because I was
by now used to having him do all his photo
sessions of me in public at the club or
elsewhere with scene friends. But I was
pleased for the change and happily
agreed.
It was a
Friday night and when I got home from work
I discovered my husband had created a
lavish little "photo studio" in our lounge
room. He'd obviously been very busy during
the day and created an artistic setting
complete with decorative props and
beautiful purple satin and fur drapery. On
a small table he'd set things like the red
rope that had become something of a
signature in all the bondage photos he'd
taken of me as well as bottles of wine and
champagne and a book of mine I had
forgotten I even owned called
The Book Of
Virtues
. The house was filled with
the fragrances of incense and a
beautifully cooked meal. In short, it was
like stepping into an exotically romantic
dream that instantly put me in the mood to
submit.
After
showering and preparing myself for what
promised to be a wonderful night of photos
and fun, we shared a few glasses of
champagne while I posed in various states
of undress. Everything was so different to
the way we usually did things. Normally I
was dragged off to the club and thrown
over to my husband's friends who would
strip me as quickly as they could before
tying me up and disciplining or
humiliating me while my husband
photographed everything. It felt so nice
to be alone with him and for him to take
his time with everything for a
change.
By the
time he had me completely undressed, I was
incredibly aroused. This was only
heightened when he cuffed my wrists and
ankles and then blindfolded me. He guided
me to a spot on his photo stage and then
proceeded to take numerous pictures of me,
telling me to turn around slowly on the
spot so he could get shots of me from
every angle.
Next he
shackled my wrists together behind my back
and then spread my legs so he could attach
my ankle cuffs to a spreader bar. Again I
could hear him photographing me and I
found myself drifting off into a familiar
fantasy world where unseen hands were
ravishing me and taking advantage of me
while I was held open and restrained. Not
even the strong smell of incense burning
in the house could mask the smell of my
arousal by this time.
The
first touch of cold steel encircling my
neck alarmed me and I immediately
questioned my husband, asking what he was
doing. It was a collar - I knew that - but
it was the metal that surprised me. I have
a number of collars and they're all made
of leather, but this one was obviously not
one of mine. I asked if it was new and my
husband was evasive but he said it was
borrowed and hinted that he needed to make
sure the size of it was right because I
would be getting a similar one of my own
when I was officially collared later in
the year.
It was
at that moment that I knew my husband was
serious about his birthday wish and, after
all the trouble he'd clearly gone to, I
knew I would be expected to grant his wish
when the time came. He never did actually
show me the collar that night but when I
did next see it, it was a lot sooner than
I expected and under circumstances I never
would have predicted.
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