CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Planning a collaring ceremony is a lot more difficult than one would think. Damien left almost everything up to me. I chose the guest list, the food, and the decorations. The only thing he decided was that we would have it at his house, and that I would walk down the aisle naked except for my training collar. It was a disconcerting thought, but it wasn't like our guests hadn't seen me naked before. Well, everyone except Tanya, Vinny, and Colton, who I made sure to invite. This was a big deal, a huge milestone in my life, and I wanted my friends to be there to witness it.
The joyous day came on the first Saturday after school let out for summer vacation. Tanya and Danica arrived early to help me get ready, not that it involved much. Basically, Tanya did my hair up in a loose bun while Danica went over the ceremony with me. Despite our rocky beginning, I had grown to like her, for the most part. Every once in a while, she still looked at Damien in a way that displeased me, but I tried to brush it off as best I could. She was his past. I was his future, and his forever.
Our guest list was small, and only half of the invited people were able to attend. Colton had chosen not to come, Tanya informed me, and I assumed it was because he was feeling a bit butthurt that I hadn't ended up with him instead of Damien. It was fine. I could understand that.
Sir Martin came to retrieve me when it was time, escorting me into the backyard at the chime of a bell. Danica followed behind with my formal collar on a pillow and our contracts folded up in the pockets of her tight vinyl pants.
My heart pounded in my chest as we approached the guests. There were nine chairs on each side, forming an aisle down the middle that led up to an archway Damien had rented for the occasion. Beneath the archway sat a single white satin pillow I would be kneeling on later.
My palms sweated around the leather leash I held in my hands, and my gait was far from graceful as I walked beside Sir Martin, trying to keep my eyes to the floor, though I could see everyone out of my peripheral vision. Our guests sported a mix of formal and kink wear, a reminder that I had forgotten to put the expected attire on our invitations. It made no matter, really. This event wasn't about them. It was about us.
When we reached the end of the aisle, Danica took her place over by the archway. Sir Martin and I turned to address the crowd, and I felt the butterflies whirling in my stomach as he began to speak.
“I present to you Cheyenne Grear, submissive in training to Sir Damien Reed. She has shown great character and obedience, meeting all requirements to advance on toward full ownership. I remove this training collar from her neck to show that she is now a free submissive, able to take a Master of her choosing.”
He moved behind me to unfasten the collar. My neck felt strangely naked without it. When he was done, he stepped away from me, and a second bell rang, signaling Damien's entrance.
Damien looked absolutely dashing in a black tuxedo with a vest and tie beneath. It was the most dressed up that I had ever seen him, and it took everything in me not to smile. The man cleaned up well—very well, and I couldn't wait to unwrap him like a present after the nuptials were over.
When he reached the end of the aisle and took his spot beside me, Sir Martin continued, “I present to you Sir Damien Reed. He has shown an interest in taking on Cheyenne Grear as his property. She has met all of his requirements for ownership, and he has removed her training collar to allow her to make this decision freely.” Sir Martin turned to me. “If you would like to take this man as your Master, you may now offer him your leash and your full submission.”
Sir Martin stepped away from us then, allowing Damien and I to take center stage, facing each other. I was so nervous that I thought I might throw up. This was it. Once I gave myself over to him, there was no going back.
Taking a deep breath, I lifted the leash up to Damien and spoke the words, “I present you with this leash as a sign of my devotion and submission. It is my desire that you take me as your own, to guide me, shelter me, and train me as you see fit, for this day, and all days that follow. I wish to belong to you and for the privilege to call you Master.”
Damien took the leash from me, holding it out before me as I had in front of him. He looked down on me with confidence and pride. “I accept this gift of your submission. I promise to care for you, guide you, train you, and discipline you how I see fit. It is my wish that you belong to me, from this day fourth. I bestow upon you the right to call me Master. Will you kneel before me and become mine?”
“Yes,” I replied, obediently kneeling on the pillow.
Danica stepped up to present Damien with my formal collar. He took it and gently placed it around my neck. The weight of it felt perfect, and with its placement came a wave of happy emotion.
“I wear this collar as a sign of my submission to you and my acceptance of your ownership. I will wear it now and from this day forth with pride at what it signifies.”
“You now belong to me.”
“You are now my Master.”
“Stand and let us seal this pact before our family and friends.”
Danica took the two contracts from her pockets and handed us our appropriate version. We had read them beforehand, so we both knew what they contained. I just hoped Damien hadn't been sneaky and slipped in a modified replacement of my contract, as he had tried to do with my training contract. That seemed like it was ages ago, and I had eventually given him what he wanted, so there was no reason to be deceptive.
Taking a deep breath, I signed my copy, then Damien's. When we were finished signing each other's contracts, we handed them off to Sir Martin to sign as a witness.
I turned to Damien and knelt on the pillow again. “I accept this contract and all it entails. From this day forward, I will serve, honor, and obey you in all things. I will love you and care for you, and open my body and mind to all that your heart desires. I now belong to you and give you my submission freely as a gift.”
Damien attached the leash to my collar. “I accept your gift of submission and will cherish it to the end of my days. I will strive to always make sure you are happy, and will do whatever it takes to keep you content in your decision to give this gift to me. You and I are one now.”
I bent to kiss Damien's feet, waiting for his first command as my Master.
“Raise your head,” he said, and I did as I was told, looking up at him. He leaned over to give me a gentle kiss on the lips before telling me to stand.
Sir Martin stepped in front of our audience. “These two people are now bound together. This concludes the collaring ceremony.”
Bells rang to the sound of our union, and Damien embraced me, kissing me with far more passion than he had when I was on my knees. It seemed unrestrained and endless, our mouths moving together with excited fervor, happy that we officially belonged to one another.
Our guests came up to greet and congratulate us, breaking us free from each other's arms. Tanya and Vinny smiled at me from a distance, but I could tell the whole ordeal had made them a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't long after that they left, though the reception continued on without them.
Sir Martin had brought a Saint Andrew's cross with him, and for part of the reception, I was strapped to it while each guest got to come give me a flogging. Most were gentle, though Danica and Sir Craig left red welts in their wake.
The rest of the evening reminded me of a normal wedding reception. We ate cake and socialized and drank and danced. Damien had rented a DJ since he thought hiring a band would be a bit too much. It was always odd bringing strangers into BDSM events, he said. I understood that well enough. The DJ only did slightly less gaping at my nude body than the cook had at Damien's dinner party.
It wasn't until late in the afternoon that our guests finally began to disperse. Sir Martin was the last to leave. Damien helped him load the Saint Andrew's cross into the back of his truck, and then we were alone at last, Master and submissive.
“Did you have fun?” Damien asked, leading me by my leash into the bedroom.
“I did.” I nodded. Though I was extremely exhausted, I could hardly wait for what was coming next.
By the time we got to the bedroom, there was already a tint in his pants. Damien turned on me, gripping my hair and pressing me up against the wall as he attacked my mouth with an onslaught of kisses. He grabbed my leg, pulling it up over his hip, and I could feel the hard bulge of his manhood pressing between my pussy lips, the material of his pants rubbing out the first ounces of pleasurable sensation between my legs.
I groaned against his mouth, kissing him with equal fervor. My arms wrapped around his back, my nails clawing down it, though I was a bit annoyed that they dug into his tuxedo instead of flesh.
We broke free of each other for a moment, and I took the advantage, tugging on his tie and fighting off his clothes as if they were an enemy. Damien watched me undress him with amusement. In that moment, I was more animal than woman, fueled by carnal desire.
I pulled his cock out of his pants, feeling the firmness of it between my fingers, the velvet of his skin. My grip tightened and I gave it a few tugs, which elicited a nice moan from Damien's throat. Our mouths clashed again, our tongues fighting for space as we tasted and devoured each other. As soon as our lips parted, I was kissing down his chest, worshiping the lines of his muscles until I was on my knees, face to face with his glorious phallus. It was so perfect, and it was all mine—forever.
Like a cock hungry slut, I slurped at it, licking from base to tip, feeling the veins beneath my tongue and savoring the flavor of sweat and sex. Just the scent of Damien was like a powerful aphrodisiac, spurring me on to do indecent things to him. I massaged his balls with my hand as I made crude noises on his dick.
“You love my cock, don't you?” he whispered. “Show my how much you love it.”
And I did, taking it to the back of my throat until I was almost sure my gag reflex would go off. It didn't though, and after a quick breather, I was pushing him even further inside, bobbing my head and tasting the first drops of his pre-seed. Damien tangled his hands in my hair, roughly pressing me tighter against him. I stared up into his eyes, showing him I could take it no matter how far he pushed me. He groaned in appreciation, releasing his grip to allow me to suck him off on my own for a while longer before he pulled me to my feet and backed me up against the bed.
When we reached its edge, he pushed me over, grabbing my legs and shoving his head between them. I moaned as his hot breath wafted over my mound. Then his tongue plunged between my folds, licking the wetness that had amassed there. His mouth was skillful as ever, sucking and kissing and massaging. All the while, I played with one of my nipples, feeling my body climb up the hill of climax. There was no teasing tonight. The second I warned Damien that I was going to come, he allowed me to spill over the edge, my toes curling from the strong contractions that rolled through me. A soft laugh of contentment escaped my lips, thinking of how I owned Damien's mouth and hands and cock now. I may be his submissive, but we belonged to each other equally. I would enjoy the pleasures of his body for the rest of my life.
“Onto the bed,” Damien ordered when my contractions had stopped.
When I crawled up onto it, he urged me onto all fours. I watched him position himself behind me, gripping his cock to slide into my pussy. The feeling of him entering me was exquisite. As soon as he was inside, he began thrusting at a hurried pace, grunting with each buck of his hips. I whimpered and moaned in response, feeling absolutely shameless.
Damien's hand came up behind me, and he jammed his thumb into my asshole. My entire body tensed from the surprising intrusion. It hurt at first, my muscles contracting wildly as they had the first time I had anal. Since my birthday, Damien hadn't tried for it again, even though there had been a time or two when I had secretly craved it. While I still thought anal was gross, I did enjoy the different stimulation it caused.
Damien probed his thumb in and out of my asshole while he fucked me. My pussy sucked on his cock while my ass slurped on his finger. It felt strange to be filled in both holes, but a good kind of strange. His fingers dug into the flesh of my back, only increasing the sensation.
“Fuck yeah,” I cried out, my voice sounded foreign in its rough pitch.
Damien pulled his cock out of my cunt, focusing on my ass by rotating his thumb inside of me. My pussy throbbed in approval, wanting his finger to go deeper. I writhed on my hands and knees, a prisoner to my own lust.
“Put it back in,” I begged, and Damien was quick to oblige.
His manhood entered my slick cunt with little resistance, causing my body to feel pleasingly full. He stilled for a moment, and I feared he was spent. When I looked back at him, he was grinning.
“You want it? Show me,” he said.
Without hesitation, I pressed back against him, rocking and fucking myself, using his cock as a pleasure tool. A sharp crack filled the air, and my breath hitched from the feel of his hand slapping across my ass. The stimulation from it only made me move with more vigor, hollowing out my pussy with his meaty shaft. My clit pulsed with miniature contractions; my cunt felt hot around him.
“Ride me,” he demanded, pulling out to crawl up onto the bed.
I followed, straddling him and crouching down until his dick was pointing threateningly up at my swollen pussy. With a lecherous grin, I gripped his shaft. It was so warm in my hand it almost burned, and the way it twitched spoke of his want for me. I released him for a moment to lick my palm, lathering his mushroom tip up with as much saliva as I could muster. Then I positioned him ever so carefully and began to lower myself.
Pain rushed through me as his glans kissed my asshole and began spreading it wide. The tiny muscle fibers fought against the intrusion. All the while, Damien moaned beneath me.
After some struggle, his helmet crested the ring of reluctant muscle, and I slid down onto his shaft, groaning. When he was all the way inside, I began riding him, leaning back and watching his cock go in and out of me. It was an arousing sight, the way his balls bounced when I fucked him. I reached down to take them in hand, rubbing and massaging, which seemed to drive Damien wild. He thrust up into me, breathing heavily.
“You better not come in my ass. I want it in my cunt,” I warned him.
He made no reply, but simply kept bucking until his breathing was ragged, then waited for me to take over again. It wasn't long before I pressed him to his limit.
“I'm going to come,” he told me, and I quickly pulled him out of my ass and redirecting his cock into my pussy.
A few more thrusts, and he was gasping, his body tensing as he shot his load deep into my womb. I watched with a satisfied smirk as his balls pulled up toward his cock. It was as if I could actually see them ejaculating into me.
By the time his orgasm subsided, Damien was panting, his body a relaxed heap below me. I rocked my hips a few more times, wanting to keep him inside of me until his manhood grew flaccid. He wouldn't allow me that luxury though. Very gently, Damien urged me off of him. I could feel the heat of his juices running down my thighs. It made me feel complete, for some reason. He pulled me into his arms, nuzzling my forehead with his cheek before giving it a kiss.
“That was incredible,” he said.
“Yes. Yes, it was,” I sighed contently, resting my head against his chest.
“You really need to not do that though. Birth control or not, I could get you pregnant.”
That wouldn't be the worst thing. “I know. It's a special night though, and I wanted to make you feel special.”
“You always make me feel special. Just having you by my side makes me feel special.”
“Then you'll feel special for the rest of your life.”