A Dom is for Life

by Ashe Barker

  She stares at me, her head cocked to one side as she considers what I have in mind. “You mean, like a BDSM wedding?”

  I nod. “A collaring ceremony. You, me, a few close friends. Reaffirming what we are, what we mean to each other, committing to the future. Together. How does that sound to you?”

  “It sounds…wonderful. I think.”

  “You think?”

  “I saw a collaring once. Do you remember? We hadn’t been together that long. It seemed sort of hardcore to me. The sub was naked.”

  “Clothes would be optional,” I promise her. “Would you consider the same thing hardcore now?”

  She considers this, then shakes her head. “I think I was a bit fresh-faced and naïve back then.”

  Weren’t we all?

  “It’s what you and I want that matters. And I want you. Now, and for ever.”

  She ignores my declaration in favour of more mundane considerations. “Who would we invite?”

  I sense she is fast coming around to my idea. “Heidi. Pru. Michele, obviously. A few of the other regulars at Heidi’s.”

  “What about Janine?”

  I pause. “Let me think about that one. But, generally, what about it? Would you wear my collar, Libby?”

  “You know I would. We don’t need a ceremony for that.”

  “I want one, though. I want to commit to you all over again, knowing full well what being your Dom means this time. And knowing it truly is forever. Does that make sense?”

  “A Dom is for life? You said that before.”

  “And so is a sub,” I murmur. “Will you promise to be my submissive, for life?”

  Libby smiles, and there are tears in her eyes. She says nothing, just nods. “For life,” she manages, at last.

  *****

  Libby

  Two Months Later

  “You look stunning.”

  Michele stands back to assess the results of her efforts over the last couple of hours or so. I do my own perusal in the full-length mirror and I have to agree with her assessment.

  There may well be some nudity later — our ceremony is to be followed by a private play party in the dungeon — but for the event itself I’ve gone for a semi-traditional look. I’m wearing an ankle-length sheer satin sheath in a deep shade of violet. It shimmers under the bright lighting here in the private suite turned over to me for my preparations.

  It has been a long job. Michele and I have been here since mid-afternoon, and it’s now almost ten o’clock at night, minutes before the ceremony is to begin. I’m showered, perfumed, suitably waxed and otherwise thoroughly prepared. Once the basics were in place, Michele finally permitted me to be draped in this perfect piece of specially crafted designer fashion.

  The neckline is low, and the dress cut in such a way that by loosening a couple of ties at the back the entire bodice will slip down to my waist in graceful swathes. I shall be naked from the waist up, apart from my collar. Perfect for the play party but tasteful enough for the more solemn part of the proceedings. It’s a compromise I’m happy with, and so is Josh.

  I shudder when I think of the cost of the specially adapted gown, but Josh insisted that money was not a factor. Even without the generous compensation paid to him by the consortium who own Hunter’s Gate in recognition of his injury in the line of duty, he was already well-off and keen to spend what it would take to make our day as special as possible.

  The hairdresser has just left, having fashioned my hair into a blonde tangle of artful waves cascading down my back. Here and there, glittering gemstones to match my dress have been somehow woven into the coiffure. I have earrings to match, but no other jewellery.

  This is deliberate, on Josh’s instructions. He insists that his collar must have pride of place.

  I have yet to see it, but I trust him. It will be beautiful.

  We have spent weeks planning this day. Every detail will be just as we want it, from the music, Josh’s department, to the decor and lighting, which I took the lead on, and everything else that we could possibly plan for. We have scripted what we want to say, what we mean to promise to one another, and have enshrined all of that in a contract of sorts, to be signed by both of us, and by Michele and Heidi as our witnesses. Those formalities will take place later. We decided not to include such distractions in the ceremony itself. It won’t be legally binding, but we both understand exactly what our contract signifies.

  There will be a dozen guests, and the theme is simple enough. Kink. All our guests will be in fetish wear, and all will join us for the party afterwards. Josh thought quite long and hard, but eventually decided that this would all be just too weird for Janine. She has little or no awareness of our lifestyle and hitting her with all of this at once would be just too much.

  “Are you ready?” Michele asks. She looks rather splendid herself in her new electric-blue corset, matching thong, and suspenders.

  I nod. Together, we leave the sanctuary of the suite and make our way towards the main staircase.

  Josh is waiting for me there. He looks nothing short of breathtaking in his sharp black suit, black shirt, and pearl-grey tie. He watches me approach, his features stern. I bow my head and pause a couple of paces away from him.

  He steps forward, places his fingers under my chin, and tips my face up, then brushes my lips with his. He winks at me, the gesture for me alone, then turns to lead the way down into the dungeon where the ceremony is to take place.

  The only floor lighting in use is that which is needed to light our way to the low stage at the front. Our guests are gathered around it and have been asked to remain silent throughout. The only sound will be the music, an instrumental version of Careless Whisper by George Michael which is playing as we advance in convoy through the playroom, Josh leading, me following, and Michele bringing up the rear. When we reach the stage, empty apart from a single table set at the centre, Michele slips aside to join Pru, and I step up onto the raised dais.

  Josh turns to face me. I drop to my knees. The music fades to silence.

  Long moments pass, then Josh opens the proceedings.

  “Libby. You and I are here to reaffirm our lifelong, ongoing and absolute commitment to each other, before our friends and family.” Josh pauses, places his palm on my bowed head. “I am asking you, Libby, to commit yourself to me and only me, making me the highest priority in your life. Do you accept my terms?”

  I murmur my response. “I accept.”

  “In return, I am promising you, here, before our family and friends, that I commit to you and only you. My commitment is lifelong, ongoing and absolute. You will always be the highest priority in my life. Do you accept my promise?”

  My response is the same. “I accept.”

  “Today, I offer you my collar and with it my unconditional love. I swear to protect you, to lead you, to provide discipline when you need it, and comfort also. I will care for you and do all in my power to ensure no harm will ever come to you. In return, I ask that you accept my leadership and my authority as your Dominant. That you consent to accept my discipline, and pledge your obedience, your respect, your honesty and your trust. Do you accept my collar on these terms?”

  I reply again. “I accept.”

  Josh turns to the table behind him and picks up the collar. I have not seen it before, and the temptation to raise my gaze and take a peep is near enough overwhelming. I don’t, though. I wait, on my knees, head bowed, while he leans down to fasten it about my neck.

  Michele steps forward and places a key in my hand. I kiss it, then, still without raising my head, I offer it on the flat of my palm, to Josh.

  “Sir, today I offer you the key to my collar, and with it my love, my loyalty, and my lifelong commitment to the vows we have exchanged. I promise to accept your authority, your leadership, and your discipline, and I pledge my obedience, my respect, my honesty, and my trust. Do you accept my key on these terms?”

  Josh takes the key and offers his own response “I accept.” The
n, he uses it to lock the collar in place.

  “You may stand.” He offers me his hand and helps me to my feet. “With the commitment we have both made today, we are now bound to one another, for life. This collar symbolises our bond. I also have a gift for you, to acknowledge my thanks that you have agreed to my terms. Bare yourself.”

  I reach behind me to loosen the ties on my bodice, then allow the fabric to drop to my waist. Although the dungeon is warm, my nipples are already hard, perhaps in anticipation of what is to come.

  Josh produces a pair of nipple clamps from his pocket, the tweezer type which he knows I find challenging. He has chosen them deliberately.

  They are pretty, and delicate, with small gems suspended from the ends of the ‘arms’. He slips first one then the other over my swollen nipples, then tightens each in turn until I wince.

  “You may thank me for my gift, Libby.”

  “I thank you, Sir. I have a gift of my own to offer you in return.”

  “I would be pleased to receive it.”

  I sink to my knees again, but this time I do not bow my head. Instead, I reach for the button on his neatly pressed trousers and unfasten it. Then, I lower the zipper to free his cock.

  He is hard, solid, the shaft thick and veined, the head already slick with his juices. I run my palms over the silky skin encasing the iron rod, then lean forward to take him in my mouth.

  I mentioned this part to Michele beforehand. She looked somewhat squeamish, and I suspect she will have averted her gaze by now.

  Or maybe not…

  His fingers are in my hair, gentle but demanding. I hollow my cheeks and take as much of him as I can. Only when the crown of his cock hits the back of my throat do I stop.

  My eyes water. I am breathing through my nose, managing to maintain the suction at the same time as I draw my tongue along the underside of the smooth head. I can taste his pre-cum, salty and musky. I lap it up, bobbing my face back and forth as my Dom’s breath hitches.

  I know this won’t take long. We both appreciate an audience, and the sensual magic soars almost instantaneously. His grip in my hair tightens. He thrusts forward, then lets out a low hiss. Semen, hot and thick, fills the back of my throat.

  I swallow, breathe, then I’m forced to swallow again when he continues to pump jizz into my mouth. I clear my airway several times, until, at last, he is spent.

  I sit back and look up at him, a droplet of cum slowly escaping over my lower lip.

  Josh catches it on his finger, and I lick it from there.

  “Thank you. Your gift was truly exquisite.” He smiles at me and fastens his dick back inside his trousers.

  I get to my feet, unaided this time, and Josh sweeps me up in his arms.

  Let the party begin!

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  About the Author

  USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

  Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.

  At the last count Ashe had around eighty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

  Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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