| The quarter moon hangs low in the sky as the split log benches come into view. The forest surrounding the clearing, as it's creatures arrive with the guest to witness this moment, the shadows being held back by the ancient oaks. A soft glow eminating from the jars of captured fire flies sitting by each bench. The soft lighting leading the guests to their seats. The only sound to be heard is the soft murmmering of the crowd. Soon the creatures of the forest begin their song, as LP makes his way down the soft grass isle. Dressed in his black tuxedo, complete with charcoal grey shirt, dark blue bow tie, top hat and cane. The tails of the jacket hitting the back of his knees with each step that he takes. Stepping over the small foot bridge. The brooke babbling softly, the sound of the insects and creatures as they serenade, he turns and awaits his mistress's arrival. His body relaxed, as the cut of the suit hugs his well trimmed and toned body. His hair perfectly combed and parted. Humming a little non-sence tune to himself as his eyes meet the gaze of his one as she walks slowly toward him. A soft breeze sweeps through the gathered crowd of friends as cherry blossoms drift silently into the grassy isle. Her feet never touching the ground as the sweet smell of the blossoms fills the air. Dressed in a bright yellow and white brocade dress as it hugs her lucious form the plunging neckline reveals just the softest hint of clevege. The yellow silk inset holding tightly to the spit neckline as her breasts fill the dress to bursting. Her golden blond hair pinned to her head, the elegant dropped shoulders of the dress sweeping back as they flare into a criss-cross pattern. Her well tanned flesh shining though as the full skirt with flounce embrace her body lending her the air of the Goddess Aphrodite. Draped across her wrists a light yellow wrap drifting loosely across the small of her back. The edges of the wrap adorned with only three rows of white beads per side. Joining her Master across the small bridge He takes her hand as He leads her to the center of the clearing. As He pulls her close to Him and wraps His arm around her waist suddenly a ring of bright blue fire surrounds them. The flames only reaching waist high as He looks down deeply into her eyes. Kneeling before her Master she lowers her head in respect. Lifting her chin to meet his gaze evenly He says to her..... My one....My precious...when I first met you, you were new to the whole chat experience as well as myself. Over the next two years you have changed and adapted very well, with my training and coaxing. I have watched you blossom and grow, even though it was painful at times. I have grown with you as well. Discovering things about myself I never thought possible. Sweeping his arm out toward the flames in a signaling motion. A baby fawn comes soundlessly through the flames. Unharmed the white speckled fawn kneels down before them both. It's head lowered in respect of the special occasion. Draped over it's back is the collar. Tonight infront of this gathered crowd, with them as our witnesses, within this ring of sacred fire, I discover that my life is incomplete without you by me. I offer my collar, but most of all I offer my love to you...... my love.....my precious.....my temple......my heart. Eight sets of five antique silver links encrusted with five half carat diamonds each guide the five rows of polished platnium chains, the black velvet lining highlighting the silver and ruby brocade glowing unabashedly in the center. Two deep green emarlds, one falling off to the left and the other off to the right of the silver and ruby brocade, on two inch long platnium chains. Each one symbolizing the birth month of both Master and submissive, as well as, the two years T/they have known each other. Falling down directly from the center of the lovely brocade and a half inch farther than the two emeralds is a glowing one and a half carat blue diamond, to symbolize the preaciousness of the submissive to her Master. The black lace boardering of the collar highlighting the precious stones. Taking the collar from the fawn and watching as it leaps again through the flames to watch from the cover of the forest. Holding it up to his one and only as she bows her head she gives her promise to her Master..... My promise…….. T. is for.. true love I give you. R. is for. respect which I bestow on You U. is for.. undivided attention, Compassion, and commitment. S. is for..submissive I am and want to be to You. T. is for.. truth and honesty I promise You This is my promise to u Master from today and everyday here after Leaning down and kissing her deeply and passionately he takes her by the hand and leads her through the burning blue flames and across the small bridge to the awaiting crowd. |
| LP's collaring of His passion |