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A few
days after the photo session in which my
husband tested the size of the metal
collar on my neck, he informed me he
wanted to take more photos of me. This
time I came home from work and discovered
he'd transformed my computer room into a
lush escape from reality. Again he had set
various props on my desk, such as the Book
Of Virtues and photos of me in bondage
which he'd put into small frames. There
was also more expensive champagne which,
being my favorite drink, was greatly
appreciated by me and I felt myself
already aroused before I'd even had my
first sip of it. We had by this time
talked about Serendipity and the role it
had already started to play in many of my
online fantasies. I noticed my husband had
already created an image for something he
called The Serendipity Social Club and
this was already installed on my screen as
a desktop image.
My
husband took a number of pictures of me
sitting naked at the keyboard wearing my
leather cuffs but, unlike the Friday
before when he had moved at a relaxing and
slow pace, on this night I sensed he was
in some kind of a hurry. I assumed his
rush was because the children were out at
their weekly sport training and we only
had an hour or so to ourselves and in some
respects, this was true but my husband had
another reason for hurrying that
completely surprised me.
One of
the things that has always excited me
about being blindfolded is the way it
allows me to ignore whatever is going on
around me at the time and slip deeply into
my own fantasy world. I was probably
already drifting off into that world when
my husband turned me on my seat to face
the window of my room. The room looks out
on a courtyard area at the front of our
house and is well secluded from the
street, so I wasn't particularly worried
about being seen from outside. But still,
when my husband spread my legs and tied
them apart and with my arms tied securely
behind my back, I knew I'd never be able
to escape quickly enough if anybody
unexpectedly turned up at the front
door.
I think
it was when I heard cars stop in the
street in front of the house that I first
became concerned about the prospect of
being caught naked and bound. The sound of
doors being closed confirmed this fear and
I asked my husband whether he'd heard it
as well. He denied hearing anything, which
immediately raised my suspicions, but
before I could say another word I was
hearing the gate opening and footsteps
marching across the courtyard towards the
front door.
My first
thought was that it was the children
returning home. I panicked and pleaded
with my husband to quickly release me, but
his laughter, while it reassured me it
wasn't the children, made me realize he
had invited people over to deliberately
embarrass me. I still had no idea what he
had planned or even who he had invited to
the house and as much as I tried to hear
somebody say something that would give me
a clue, all I could hear was the sound of
movement right outside my window and into
the hall beside my room. I also recall it
was then that my pussy started leaking
uncontrollably and I became acutely aware
and embarrassed by the smell of my sexual
arousal filling the room.
It was
pointless for me to struggle or resist but
I still did everything I could to try and
hide by bending over in my restraints. I
felt warm hands caressing my back and
nakedness and eventually a man's voice
spoke. It was Master R. He informed me
that I had just been given over to him and
his wife Sistah F to enter a period of
slave training that would last from that
night forward until my husband's birthday
in December at which time I would be
handed back to him in a collaring
ceremony. The group of unseen people
assembled were there to witness the
occasion.
I was
then made to sit upright again and I felt
the cold steel of the metal collar again
around my neck. It was my training collar
he said and it was to be worn whenever I
was with Master R and Sistah F or at other
times instructed by them. I was also told
that I would be required to make a number
of purple silk scarves, one of which I
would be permitted to wear around my neck
during the day to hide the collar when I
was at work. The only times I would be
allowed to remove the collar would be at
home when the children were around. My
husband was the only person besides Master
R who knew the combination to the small
brass padlock which kept the collar
secured around my neck. I was now a
collared slave in training and I had no
choice but to go along with whatever my
trainers had planned for me.
The
group of people who had witnessed my
collaring disappeared with Master R and
his wife as quickly as they had arrived.
My blindfold was not removed until I heard
their cars drive off again and the collar
was removed shortly before the children
returned home. I could still smell the
odor of my own orgasmic arousal filling my
computer room long after everything
returned to "normal". It marked the
beginning of what would be an interesting
and often wildly exciting six months,
completely controlled by Master R and his
wife, Sistah F.
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