I can see you there ready for me, ready for my use of you. Naked and looking to the floor, not sure what I’m going to do to you. The chill in the air produces goose bumps on your skin, and your nipples are erect. There is a vapor produces with your every exhale of your breath. I can see though you are eager to please me and gain your award. To be fully initiated into my ownership. You have been waiting for this for so long and now you get your day. You will be completely owned by a Master who will never let you go. A Dominant who will give you want you need and want. You will finally be a slave; A true slave.
I walk to you just to stop a few steps away from you. “Present your self.” I order. You lower your self to your knees sitting on your heels. Then bend at the waist and bow to me extending your arms out on the floor. Your head lowers and your hair falls around your head and also hits the floor. You’re back exposed to me. I decide to do something unorthodox. I walk to your side and kneel next to you and lean into you, closer to your head careful not to touch you. I whisper to you, “Are you ready to be owned?” and you start to raise your head to answer. I place my hand on the top of your head and keep your original position, “Just answer the question”, I say.
“Yes Sir,” Is your reply.
“Are you ready to earn your place”, I ask.
“Yes Sir.” You say again.
“You understand that after this. Your place will always be at my feet at all times?”
“Yes Sir,” With a quiver in your voice.
“You understand that you are to be at my use at all times?” I ask.
Again your answer is, “Yes Sir.”
“And do you fully understand that your goal is to please me?”
This time I hear a bit of excitement in your answer, “Yes Sir”
I stand up and step back from you. Looking down at your form on the floor I announce to you the following: “What happens tonight is not a punishment. It is a right of passage. You have earned this. You have come to a point in your life where you can finally be a permanent to me and will never be let go. This is a commitment that is not to be taken lightly. All your tasks and trial have come to this point in time where you can be what you should be. Understand that once this is over. There will be no turning back. I give you one last chance. If you wish to decide against my ownership of you, then say your piece now.”
Your voice bellows from under your form. “I have no wish to turn away Sir. I want to be yours and I am willing to take what you have to give. That is my award that I have been working for Sir. You are and always will be my Master.”
I turn and walk away from you and toward a cabinet. Opening the doors, I see my arsenal built for both pleasure and pain. But there is only one thing I’m looking for; a black leather flogger that I have used only for the soul purpose of showing a slave her place. My tool like a quill was to Shakespeare. To be used to mold slaves to be better then they are. I reach up to unhook it from its place and set it on the inner self and reach up to grab a collar with a pendent on it. The pendent in inscribed with “True Slave” on one side and “Proudly Owned” on the other. Stamped into the leather on one side of the collar is a number. The number is now going to be for her only. On the other side of the collar is stamped “Master Proudly Owns Me.” This is so true, for this slave to work so hard for me to own her. It makes me feel so proud. She had always done everything she was asked of me and she accepted all my requests with out hesitation. If she saw that I had any doubts about her. She would do what she could to extinguish those doubts. She has shown me that she knows what a true submissive is and she is more then willing to accept her place as one.
Grabbing the flogger, I turn and walk back to you. You are still in your presentation and awaiting what comes next. I place the collar on the floor between your arms at your head. I tell you to look up at your reward. You lift your head and see what it is you are going to gain from this night. “Do you know what that symbolizes?” and you respond with a “Yes Sir”. I ask you to tell me what it means when you wear the collar and you response come with true conviction and passion.
“The collar is a symbol of your pride in me. It is a symbol of my commitment as a permanent servant to you and a commitment from you that you will take care of me and make me a better slave to you and a better person to society and myself.”
And I ask, “Once it goes on?”
Your reply, “It shall never come off unless you wish it.”
I step once over your back and hover over you, looking toward your ass. I tell you to never take your eyes of your prize. No matter what happens. No matter what you feel. You do not take your eyes off of the collar, and you answer “Yes Sir”.
The Initiation begins
I ask you to recite the first rule of a slave. And you start to speak.
“You Sir are my Master and no other: You have this one’s best interests at heart. It is your job Sir to take care of this one, and the energy and thought you Sir put into our relationship are as much for this ones benefit as for yours Sir. This one is not to doubt anything you do or decide Sir. For everything you do and decide is in the interest for this one to learn and understand. This one trusts in that you Sir will protect this ones body, mind, and soul with all your strength and wisdom Sir. Only in serving you Sir, this one finds complete freedom and joy.”
With the end of your statement, I flog your ass. The leather tassels spread wide and wipe both of your cheeks and well into your spread ass crack and down onto your slit. I pull the tassels quickly back and tell you to recite the second rule of a slave.
“Have no secrets from you Sir: For secrets are a thing that would keep this one from being more perfect in your eyes Sir. Secrets would put a barrier up between you, my Master and this one. Those barriers will keep this one from learning the lessons this one need to know to make this one more perfect in the way you Sir need this one to be.”
I flog you in the same manner as before, and ask you to recite the third rule of a slave.
“Take Pride In The Fact That This One Is A Submissive/Slave. It does not mean that this one is weak, or stupid. This one is a strong woman, she will find firm views and a clear understanding of what one wants out of life. This one dose not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength. She looks to her loving Master for guidance and protection, for never is she more complete than when He is with in her heart, mind, body, and soul.”
I flog you in the same manner as before but I hear a moan out of you. I can tell that the pain is getting to you. I ask you to recite the fourth rule of a slave.
“One Should Accept Your Punishments Sir: One knows that at times your punishments can be harsh. But this one should accept them thankfully, knowing that you Sir have her best interests always foremost in your mind. If you Sir desire this body for pleasure, then this one shall joyfully give it to you, and take pleasure in ones self from knowing that one has brought you Sir happiness; Understanding though that the pleasures of the flesh are but one facet of any relationship.”
And yet again another lashing but a bit harder this time. I see your body clinch up a bit from the pain. I can see some redness upon your ass. I ask you for the fifth rule of a slave.
“The love, The Trust and The Sharing: the words are spoken and always felt, those are all parts of the master/submissive relationship. Ones body is yours Sir, and if you say one is beautiful, then this one is beautiful. No matter what one looks like to others, one is beautiful in Masters eyes, and because of that one can hold her head high, for who can tell one that you Sir, my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in ones self??? If you Sir say one is your princess Sir, then one is that...regal and graceful, and if one sees laughter at her self in the eyes of others, then one will not recognize it, for who are they to call you, my master wrong??? If you say one is your toy, your tramp, your slut, then one is that.... as wanton and dirty as you Sir want me to be, and if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind, not ones Master”
I give you another lashing. Just as before, but there came a grunt and a grown. I look back at you. I see that your focus is still on your prize. I can see that your collar is something you want. I’m feeling so much pride in you. My chest swells from the growth of my heart filling with emotion. You are doing so well, but I tell you to recite the final rule of a slave.
"Your Lessons Sir Are Not Always The Ones, One Would Seek On Her Own: but they are lessons you Sir have Decided one needs, and so one learns from you Master. This ones soul is yours, as bare to your touch as ever this ones skin could be when she kneel naked at your feet Sir. Never a moment goes by when this one dose not feel your presence Sir, whether You Sir would be miles away or standing over this one. If one were to ever displease you Sir, Your displeasure would be a blow to this ones soul, worse punishment than any lashes could be. The anguish of ones soul that this one feels when this one disappoints you Master is harder to bear than any physical anguish this one could feel when your belt caresses this one with fire.
I provide one final lash to you. You push your body forward a bit with the sting that comes from it. I look back again and I still see your gaze upon your reward. I move my self from over you and stand beside you. “You can stand now”, I say and you begin to move up. I lean down and pick up your collar. Looking over to you as we both get back to a stance, I see your eyes are still following the collar. I grab your wrist and lead you to a plan wooden chair with no arms on it. I sit you with in the chair and tell you to spread your legs wide. In front of you hanging from the ceiling is a string with a hook on the end of it. Your eyes are still fixed upon your collar. I hang the collar on the hook and you sit there, legs spread and eyes straight forward. I walk to the cabinet again and I grab my tattoo gun. Plug it in and turn it on and off to test it. I walk and stand at your side and ask, “Do you know what comes next?” You reply with the usual yes Sir. I ask you to go on. You explain that it is time for you to receive my mark upon your body. I go on with,
“This is permanent. This is to show you are mine forever. I again give you the chance to back out of this.”
Your reply is, “I am pleased that you Master find me worthy to bear your mark Sir. I will cherish it as if it would the only piece of gold on earth. It is important that I have your mark Sir. Please if you see me fit for it. Give me your mark. Let me be yours forever and ever more Master.”
I walk to the front of you and kneel down. Your pubic area is smooth from being freshly shaved. I touch you to rub the spot I plan on putting my mark. Just at the top of your slit. You push your hips forward and up to my touch. Removing my hand from you to reach down and open the ink I placed on the floor in front of you. I hear a soft sigh from you. I don’t look up at you but I do smile to what I hear. I turn on the gun and dip the tip into the ink. Then I position my self comfortably and touch you for the first time with the gun and you give a slight jerk to the first penetration of the needles. “You need to sit still. Don’t move. Keep your thoughts on the prize.” I tell you. I feel you settle and relax. I begin again to do my work.
After a few minutes, I finish the tattoo. You are now marked. I now completely own you. You are my pet now. I move the ink and the gun to one side and stand to block your view of the collar. “You may look at me,” I say and you look up. I can see a tear in your eye and I ask why. “I feel so special right now.” You tell me “I’m yours and I don’t want
to be any body else’s. I am just so happy that you find me worthy to be yours.” With that I walk behind you and pull your hair up. You reach up to hold your hair in place as I rap the collar around your neck. I buckle it and place 3 fingers between your skin and the collar to make sure it’s not too tight on you. I finish my check and you drop your hair. I place my hands on both your upper arms and help you up to stand. You turn to me and face me. I see you with your new prize and my mark on you. Sliding the chair to one side I step to you and put my arms around you. You lift your arms up around my neck. And our lips touch. Softly and with all the passion I have with in me. . . . . . I kiss you with pride.
I walk to you just to stop a few steps away from you. “Present your self.” I order. You lower your self to your knees sitting on your heels. Then bend at the waist and bow to me extending your arms out on the floor. Your head lowers and your hair falls around your head and also hits the floor. You’re back exposed to me. I decide to do something unorthodox. I walk to your side and kneel next to you and lean into you, closer to your head careful not to touch you. I whisper to you, “Are you ready to be owned?” and you start to raise your head to answer. I place my hand on the top of your head and keep your original position, “Just answer the question”, I say.
“Yes Sir,” Is your reply.
“Are you ready to earn your place”, I ask.
“Yes Sir.” You say again.
“You understand that after this. Your place will always be at my feet at all times?”
“Yes Sir,” With a quiver in your voice.
“You understand that you are to be at my use at all times?” I ask.
Again your answer is, “Yes Sir.”
“And do you fully understand that your goal is to please me?”
This time I hear a bit of excitement in your answer, “Yes Sir”
I stand up and step back from you. Looking down at your form on the floor I announce to you the following: “What happens tonight is not a punishment. It is a right of passage. You have earned this. You have come to a point in your life where you can finally be a permanent to me and will never be let go. This is a commitment that is not to be taken lightly. All your tasks and trial have come to this point in time where you can be what you should be. Understand that once this is over. There will be no turning back. I give you one last chance. If you wish to decide against my ownership of you, then say your piece now.”
Your voice bellows from under your form. “I have no wish to turn away Sir. I want to be yours and I am willing to take what you have to give. That is my award that I have been working for Sir. You are and always will be my Master.”
I turn and walk away from you and toward a cabinet. Opening the doors, I see my arsenal built for both pleasure and pain. But there is only one thing I’m looking for; a black leather flogger that I have used only for the soul purpose of showing a slave her place. My tool like a quill was to Shakespeare. To be used to mold slaves to be better then they are. I reach up to unhook it from its place and set it on the inner self and reach up to grab a collar with a pendent on it. The pendent in inscribed with “True Slave” on one side and “Proudly Owned” on the other. Stamped into the leather on one side of the collar is a number. The number is now going to be for her only. On the other side of the collar is stamped “Master Proudly Owns Me.” This is so true, for this slave to work so hard for me to own her. It makes me feel so proud. She had always done everything she was asked of me and she accepted all my requests with out hesitation. If she saw that I had any doubts about her. She would do what she could to extinguish those doubts. She has shown me that she knows what a true submissive is and she is more then willing to accept her place as one.
Grabbing the flogger, I turn and walk back to you. You are still in your presentation and awaiting what comes next. I place the collar on the floor between your arms at your head. I tell you to look up at your reward. You lift your head and see what it is you are going to gain from this night. “Do you know what that symbolizes?” and you respond with a “Yes Sir”. I ask you to tell me what it means when you wear the collar and you response come with true conviction and passion.
“The collar is a symbol of your pride in me. It is a symbol of my commitment as a permanent servant to you and a commitment from you that you will take care of me and make me a better slave to you and a better person to society and myself.”
And I ask, “Once it goes on?”
Your reply, “It shall never come off unless you wish it.”
I step once over your back and hover over you, looking toward your ass. I tell you to never take your eyes of your prize. No matter what happens. No matter what you feel. You do not take your eyes off of the collar, and you answer “Yes Sir”.
The Initiation begins
I ask you to recite the first rule of a slave. And you start to speak.
“You Sir are my Master and no other: You have this one’s best interests at heart. It is your job Sir to take care of this one, and the energy and thought you Sir put into our relationship are as much for this ones benefit as for yours Sir. This one is not to doubt anything you do or decide Sir. For everything you do and decide is in the interest for this one to learn and understand. This one trusts in that you Sir will protect this ones body, mind, and soul with all your strength and wisdom Sir. Only in serving you Sir, this one finds complete freedom and joy.”
With the end of your statement, I flog your ass. The leather tassels spread wide and wipe both of your cheeks and well into your spread ass crack and down onto your slit. I pull the tassels quickly back and tell you to recite the second rule of a slave.
“Have no secrets from you Sir: For secrets are a thing that would keep this one from being more perfect in your eyes Sir. Secrets would put a barrier up between you, my Master and this one. Those barriers will keep this one from learning the lessons this one need to know to make this one more perfect in the way you Sir need this one to be.”
I flog you in the same manner as before, and ask you to recite the third rule of a slave.
“Take Pride In The Fact That This One Is A Submissive/Slave. It does not mean that this one is weak, or stupid. This one is a strong woman, she will find firm views and a clear understanding of what one wants out of life. This one dose not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength. She looks to her loving Master for guidance and protection, for never is she more complete than when He is with in her heart, mind, body, and soul.”
I flog you in the same manner as before but I hear a moan out of you. I can tell that the pain is getting to you. I ask you to recite the fourth rule of a slave.
“One Should Accept Your Punishments Sir: One knows that at times your punishments can be harsh. But this one should accept them thankfully, knowing that you Sir have her best interests always foremost in your mind. If you Sir desire this body for pleasure, then this one shall joyfully give it to you, and take pleasure in ones self from knowing that one has brought you Sir happiness; Understanding though that the pleasures of the flesh are but one facet of any relationship.”
And yet again another lashing but a bit harder this time. I see your body clinch up a bit from the pain. I can see some redness upon your ass. I ask you for the fifth rule of a slave.
“The love, The Trust and The Sharing: the words are spoken and always felt, those are all parts of the master/submissive relationship. Ones body is yours Sir, and if you say one is beautiful, then this one is beautiful. No matter what one looks like to others, one is beautiful in Masters eyes, and because of that one can hold her head high, for who can tell one that you Sir, my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in ones self??? If you Sir say one is your princess Sir, then one is that...regal and graceful, and if one sees laughter at her self in the eyes of others, then one will not recognize it, for who are they to call you, my master wrong??? If you say one is your toy, your tramp, your slut, then one is that.... as wanton and dirty as you Sir want me to be, and if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind, not ones Master”
I give you another lashing. Just as before, but there came a grunt and a grown. I look back at you. I see that your focus is still on your prize. I can see that your collar is something you want. I’m feeling so much pride in you. My chest swells from the growth of my heart filling with emotion. You are doing so well, but I tell you to recite the final rule of a slave.
"Your Lessons Sir Are Not Always The Ones, One Would Seek On Her Own: but they are lessons you Sir have Decided one needs, and so one learns from you Master. This ones soul is yours, as bare to your touch as ever this ones skin could be when she kneel naked at your feet Sir. Never a moment goes by when this one dose not feel your presence Sir, whether You Sir would be miles away or standing over this one. If one were to ever displease you Sir, Your displeasure would be a blow to this ones soul, worse punishment than any lashes could be. The anguish of ones soul that this one feels when this one disappoints you Master is harder to bear than any physical anguish this one could feel when your belt caresses this one with fire.
I provide one final lash to you. You push your body forward a bit with the sting that comes from it. I look back again and I still see your gaze upon your reward. I move my self from over you and stand beside you. “You can stand now”, I say and you begin to move up. I lean down and pick up your collar. Looking over to you as we both get back to a stance, I see your eyes are still following the collar. I grab your wrist and lead you to a plan wooden chair with no arms on it. I sit you with in the chair and tell you to spread your legs wide. In front of you hanging from the ceiling is a string with a hook on the end of it. Your eyes are still fixed upon your collar. I hang the collar on the hook and you sit there, legs spread and eyes straight forward. I walk to the cabinet again and I grab my tattoo gun. Plug it in and turn it on and off to test it. I walk and stand at your side and ask, “Do you know what comes next?” You reply with the usual yes Sir. I ask you to go on. You explain that it is time for you to receive my mark upon your body. I go on with,
“This is permanent. This is to show you are mine forever. I again give you the chance to back out of this.”
Your reply is, “I am pleased that you Master find me worthy to bear your mark Sir. I will cherish it as if it would the only piece of gold on earth. It is important that I have your mark Sir. Please if you see me fit for it. Give me your mark. Let me be yours forever and ever more Master.”
I walk to the front of you and kneel down. Your pubic area is smooth from being freshly shaved. I touch you to rub the spot I plan on putting my mark. Just at the top of your slit. You push your hips forward and up to my touch. Removing my hand from you to reach down and open the ink I placed on the floor in front of you. I hear a soft sigh from you. I don’t look up at you but I do smile to what I hear. I turn on the gun and dip the tip into the ink. Then I position my self comfortably and touch you for the first time with the gun and you give a slight jerk to the first penetration of the needles. “You need to sit still. Don’t move. Keep your thoughts on the prize.” I tell you. I feel you settle and relax. I begin again to do my work.
After a few minutes, I finish the tattoo. You are now marked. I now completely own you. You are my pet now. I move the ink and the gun to one side and stand to block your view of the collar. “You may look at me,” I say and you look up. I can see a tear in your eye and I ask why. “I feel so special right now.” You tell me “I’m yours and I don’t want
to be any body else’s. I am just so happy that you find me worthy to be yours.” With that I walk behind you and pull your hair up. You reach up to hold your hair in place as I rap the collar around your neck. I buckle it and place 3 fingers between your skin and the collar to make sure it’s not too tight on you. I finish my check and you drop your hair. I place my hands on both your upper arms and help you up to stand. You turn to me and face me. I see you with your new prize and my mark on you. Sliding the chair to one side I step to you and put my arms around you. You lift your arms up around my neck. And our lips touch. Softly and with all the passion I have with in me. . . . . . I kiss you with pride.
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That was a really beautiful account of initiation. i hope that You have found slaves worthy of Your ownership.
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