Cam smiled and turned to Ian. “Place the collar around her neck and make your solemn vow.”
Ian held up the necklace and then placed it around her neck, the clasp snapping in place. No one would ever know it was her collar. It looked like a regular necklace, almost a choker type, with a diamond heart nestled between her collarbones. She loved the feel of it, the weight of it on her neck.
Ian caressed her uninjured jaw. “I promise to care for and protect you, putting your needs above my own. I promise to give you what you need, not just what you want. I promise to keep you safe, your health and well-being a priority in my life. I promise to be strong and responsible, a Dominant and a man you can count on and respect. I promise to do what I say I will do. I promise to be consistent and fair. I promise to listen to not only what you say but what you don’t say. I promise to respect the gift of your submission. I promise to love you every day of my life. This is my solemn vow.”
Cam looked back at her. “If you wish, Tori, you may also make a solemn vow to your Dominant.”
She nodded and took a breath. She wasn’t prepared, so she let her heart speak for her. “I promise to give myself to you, both my body and my heart. I promise to devote myself to putting your needs first, before my own. I promise to respect the gift of your dominance, knowing you will keep me safe. I promise to trust you. I promise to love you every day of my life. This is my solemn vow.” Her voice choked a little at the end. She was overcome with emotion and the beauty of the ceremony.
“A collar represents a sacred bond between the Dominant and submissive,” Conor said. “It’s a bond the vanilla world may not understand or accept, but it runs deep and true. Ian and Tori have invited us here today to not only witness their bond, but to celebrate our own. Would anyone, Dominant or submissive, like to speak about the sacred connection they share?”
Noelle raised her hand. “The necklace you wear was designed and crafted by myself. As I was designing it, I thought about the journey of a Dominant and submissive. Each link in the collar represents a step in your coming together. The heart represents the love that is the center of your relationship. The clasp is the trust which is the cement which holds everything together. Always put your relationship first, before anything else. It will grow and flourish.”
“Thank you,” Tori mouthed silently.
Conor smiled. “Thank you, Noelle. Those are wise words. Anyone else?”
Lisa raised her hand. “Submission is not about weakness. It’s about strength. Weak people cannot submit. It takes someone strong to give everything they are to another human being. There is also a peace that comes from this gift. It’s a peace I crave, and a sanctuary for me. Never let others make you feel less because you submit.”
A tear rolled down Tori’s cheek. Lisa’s eyes were filled with tears, also. In fact, every woman in the room looked about to cry.
Brianne raised her hand. “Submission has led me to a deeper trust and devotion to my husband. I feel like he really knows and understands me. He accepts me as I am. That’s a gift I never thought I would have.”
Conor looked at Sara, but she shook her head, wiping a tear from her cheek. She and her husbands only played at the lifestyle, so Tori was surprised when Jeremy spoke. “I’m not a Master, and neither is Cole, although Sara would probably tell you we’re bossy as all hell.” A wave of laughter ran through the room. “I do want to say that we love this woman with all our heart and soul. She trusts us, delights us, and loves us. We’re truly blessed.”
Sara threw her arms around her men, and Conor smiled indulgently.
“I’ll go next,” Nate said. He placed his hand on Brianne’s head, stroking her auburn hair. “I’m humbled by the trust this woman has placed in me. I’m humbled by her love. Her capacity to give and care is limitless. One lifetime isn’t enough with her.”
Conor cleared his throat. “I guess it’s my turn.” He looked at Lisa kneeling on the floor. “This journey with Lisa has been far from easy but always worth it. We started out as two kids having fun and exploring our kinky side. It became a lifestyle for us, and something I’ve never regretted. It’s brought us closer and helped me see what an amazing woman Lisa is. My wife is a formidable woman. It takes a strong woman to submit.”
Cam smiled. “The bond I have with Noelle is personal, so please forgive me if I don’t discuss it. I will say this. I’d given up on finding anyone. I thought I would be alone, and I’d made peace with that. Noelle was a ray of sunshine in my life and for that I am eternally grateful.”
Cam stepped back. “Tori, it is customary at a collaring ceremony for a submissive to be disciplined before the guests as an outward sign of her obedience and devotion. Do you wish to do this?”
Ian leaned down so only she could hear. “You don’t have to do this, love. It’s okay. Not all ceremonies end like this.”
She looked up at Ian, her heart full of love. She nodded. “Yes, please.”
Cam held out his hand and she placed hers in his. He helped her to her feet. “Congratulations to both of you. We’ll step back and let you finish.”
Ian took her hand and led her to the spanking bench. “You don’t have to do this.”
She gave him a mischievous look. “Don’t I have several punishments coming to me? It’s not like you to let me out of them.”
He nodded, his expression turning stern, but his blue eyes were soft and tender. “True, slave. You do have several punishments coming to you.” He pointed to the spanking bench. “I think you know what to do.”
She did. She was practically wriggling with excitement as she climbed onto the bench and let him secure her wrists, legs, and ankles to the soft leather. He adjusted the bench until her ass was in the air. She was shocked he hadn’t removed her thong, but grateful at the same time. She didn’t want her pussy in her friend’s faces. Some things shouldn’t be shared with others.
She felt his hands rubbing her ass cheeks, warming up the skin. “Do you accept this punishment, slave?”
“Yes, Master. I accept this punishment.”
He reached into his bag and pulled out a tube, opening it up and retrieving a riding crop. Her pussy clenched and honey started to drip from her cunt as she imagined how it would feel on her vulnerable bottom. She’d never had the crop before but had seen it used. It was going to leave some marks.
He held it in front of her. “Kiss the tool of your discipline, slave.”
She pressed her lips to it and he disappeared from her sight, rubbing her ass again. He usually made her wait for it, but perhaps because of the observers he got right to it. The crop whistled in the air and then she felt a line of fire across her butt cheeks. She pulled at the restraints and whimpered at the unexpected sting of the crop. She’d been expecting more of a thud, like the floggers he had used.
“Where are we, Tori?”
She had to take a breath before answering. “Green, Master.”
“Good girl. We’ll continue.”
Three more times the crop came down on her ass, and three more times she hissed at the burn. Her whole bottom was on fire, his stripes laid neatly in a row. She knew the next one was going to be on the crease of her ass, right where her thigh met the cheek. It was a sensitive spot and it was going to hurt like a bitch.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Where are we? Do you need to use your safeword?”
“Green, Master.”
“Close to yellow, love?”
She shook her head, realizing her voice had been shaky. “No, Master. We’re green. I’m not looking forward to the next stroke. I know where it’s going to land.”
He brushed back her hair from her forehead. “We can stop now. You didn’t need to do this in the first place.”
“No, I want to do this.”
He knelt there looking at her for a long time. Their guests had to be wondering what was going on.
“Why do you want to do this? Because you had a punishment coming? Because you want to show everyone your
devotion and submission? You have shown them, not that’s it any of their fucking business. And you’re not going to be sitting comfortably this evening, so you’ve taken your punishment. So why do you want me to continue?”
Honesty was the cornerstone of any Dominant-submissive relationship. Lying to her Dom was a serious offense. She had to be honest. She’d come a long way since their first date.
“I want you to continue because as much as I hate it, I love it. I love submitting to you. I love the bondage. I love kneeling at your feet, feeling your love and protection. I even love this fucking crop which is turning my ass into a white hot flame. I love it. I’m aroused and I need you to keep whipping me. Please, Master?”
* * * *
Her admission set him on his heels. Her honesty was forthright, raw, and beautiful. She humbled him on a fucking daily basis. How did he get this lucky?
He stood up and nodded. “Then we’ll continue.”
Her bottom was a rosy red with four dark stripes running parallel. She was correct in her assumption of where the next stroke was going to land. He lined up the crop and brought it down right where the curve of her ass met her thigh. She half-screamed, and her hands and feet tensed in the restraints. He gave her no respite, laying the sixth and last stripe about an inch below the last. He rubbed the abused flesh and she whimpered as his fingers traced the stripes.
Her ass had to be on fire, but up close, he could smell her arousal. She was turned on. Time to get rid of their guests. He unbuckled her restraints, letting her catch her breath, and headed straight for Conor.
Conor understood immediately, rounding everyone up and practically pushing them out the door. Conor had arranged for them to have this room privately for as long as they needed it. If Ian had his way, they would be in it all night.
He helped Tori off the bench, looking her over closely to see if she needed a breather. Her hands started roaming over his chest and under his jacket. She was ready to keep playing.
He pulled her toward the St. Andrew’s cross. “I have a special surprise for you. Let’s get you set here.”
He’d been planning it since they exchanged I love yous. He quickly popped the hooks on her corset and let it fall away before tugging her soaked thong down her legs. He lifted it to his nose and smiled.
“Someone liked her punishment. What do you think of the crop, love? It is a keeper?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I told you. I definitely have a love-hate relationship with that thing.”
He laughed, clipping her wrists to the wooden X. “It sounds like the perfect implement for punishment then. I’ll keep it handy.” He bent down and spread her legs, clipping each ankle to the wooden planks. She was spread out and lovely. Her skin flushed and her eyes sparkled. She loved bondage most of all.
He reached into the leather bag and felt for the small ring box. He had another surprise for his beautiful woman. He stood in front of her and leaned forward, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. His heart ached with love. He dropped to one knee.
“You’ve accepted my collar, Tori. Will you accept my ring? I know when we started all this you weren’t looking for a permanent commitment. Well, you’ve got one. From me anyway. Will you live with me for the rest of our lives and build a life with me? A partnership, Tori. A marriage of equals.”
She pressed her swollen lips together, and her eyes were bright with unshed tears. “Equals, huh? Are you sure about that?”
He grinned. “Never more sure. Of course, there will be times when equal might mean something different than conventional wisdom says it is.”
A smile broke from her lips. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? Where might this be true?”
“In the bedroom, mostly. By the way, enjoy this while you can. This is the first and last time you’ll see me kneeling at your feet, asking you to take pity on me. Damn, woman, are you going to put me out of my misery or not?”
She giggled and the sound made his heart do flips in his chest. He would make her laugh every day of their life.
“Yes, partner, I’ll marry you. Now get off your knee. It just looks and seems wrong. Especially here.”
He stood up and held the emerald-cut diamond up for her to see before reaching and placing it on her finger.
“Fits perfectly. Now on to my surprise. I think you’re going to like this, little slave.”
Ian opened a closet door and wheeled out the cart Conor had prepared ahead of time. It was filled with candles of different colors and sizes, plus a pitcher of water and a bucket of ice. He placed it so Tori could see, and her eyes went wide with delight. He lit each candle to let the wax start to pool and removed his jacket and tie, rolling up his shirt sleeves. He would need to test the wax on his forearm. The entire time, Tori’s eyes were riveted to the candles, her nipples tightening and her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. He felt his groin tighten in response.
He needed to get control of his aching cock because it was going to be awhile before he got any release. Despite his dire warning at the beginning of the evening, his lovely slave was going to come long before he would. He wasn’t going to tease her for long. Only enough to make her come for him. Hard.
“First, we need to warm you up a little bit.”
* * * *
She was feeling pretty warm already. She could feel the heat from the candles, and her arousal had ratcheted up a million notches. Her pussy was flooded and her nipples were hard nubs in anticipation. She felt butterflies in her stomach, but they weren’t from fear. Ian would keep her safe no matter what.
He nuzzled her neck and kissed and licked the skin on her neck and down to her shoulder before running his tongue to the sensitive skin under her arm. She giggled as he traced circles down her ribs.
“Ticklish, sweetheart?” He nipped at her hip bone. “You seem pretty warm. How about we get you hot?”
His warm lips traveled over her belly and down to her pussy, sending arrows of pleasure throughout her body and fire licking along her veins. She squirmed and bit her lip, trying not to beg. He had promised earlier she would be waiting for her pleasure tonight.
He kissed a trail up her inner thigh, swiping his tongue along her slit. She moaned as he made contact with her swollen clit, pulling at the restraints. She wanted desperately to touch him, run her hands all over his yummy body. He ran his tongue all over her dripping cunt, teasing her clit until she was panting and thrashing her head back and forth. He pulled his mouth away and stood, looking her up and down.
“I think you’re ready.”
He lifted up one of the white pillar candles, holding it high, and dripped some of the wax on his exposed forearm. He lowered his hand a few inches and dripped a little more before nodding.
“Do you want this, slave?”
The candle glowed in his hand and she licked her suddenly dry lips. “Yes, Master, I want it.”
“Ask me for it.”
She looked into his beautiful blue eyes, full of passion and hunger. “Please, Master. Please drip the wax down my body.”
He moved close and lifted the candle above her shoulder, tipping it until the wax dripped down and splashed on her skin. The sear of the heat was immediate and then it was gone, a pleasant warmth left behind. She blinked in confusion. It had happened so fast.
He tipped the candle again and drew a long line from one shoulder to the other, the wax a thin line, hardening almost immediately. He stepped back.
“Where are we, slave?”
“Green. Very, very green, Master.”
“What a pleasure you are to play with.”
He smiled and tipped the candle again, splashing wax on her shoulder and watching as it dripped a few inches down her arm. He reached for another candle on the tray and quickly tipped the wax down the sensitive skin under her arm. She jumped as the heat lasted longer, then finally blew out her breath.
“Are we okay, slave?”
“Green. Please don’t stop.”
She forgot to use his titl
e, but he didn’t seem to notice. He began using different colors of wax to paint her shoulders, belly and thighs. She was a quivering, begging mess by the time he finished filling her belly button. He gave her a look of pure wickedness as he reached for an ice cube from the bucket.
“Time to cool you off. I don’t want you to come yet.”
He ran the ice all over her right nipple, and she sucked in a breath as the iciness contrasted with the warmth of the wax against her skin. He ran it all over the puckered skin until the nub was almost frozen. He tossed the cube away and lifted up a candle, the wax poised over the cold nub. Their eyes met and he tipped the candle, the wax landing squarely on the rosy flesh.
She closed her eyes and screamed at the sensation, the heat against the cold skin. Her cunt tightened in a small orgasm she couldn’t control, and cream rained from her pussy. He picked up another ice cube and ran it around her other nipple, the anticipation making her whimper and moan. He picked up the candle again.
“You do not have permission to come. Don’t think I didn’t notice the baby one you snuck in a few moments ago. You know the rules, Tori.”
She steeled herself, biting deeply into her bottom lip and clenching her fists to control her response. His expression was stern as he dripped the wax on her vulnerable nipple, the heat hotter than she’d expected against the icy backdrop. She cried out, desperately trying to control the pleasure racing through her. She was panting, her body pulling against the restraints. She’d never known arousal this intense was possible, never dreamed a human could stand this much pleasure.
He reached for another ice cube. “Where are we, slave? Do you need to safeword?”
She shook her head vehemently. “No, please, Master. I’m green. God, please don’t stop.”
He nodded. “You have permission to come, sweetheart. You don’t need to hold back.”
She sighed in relief then went up on her toes in shock when he applied the ice cube to her cunt, running it all over, through her folds and then over her sensitive clit. She was groaning and twisting as much as she was able to in the restraints, but she couldn’t get away from the ice cube, cooling down her slit and raising goose bumps on her heated flesh.
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