The Collaring

Kneeling before me
Serving as my heart desires
Pleasing beyond any wildest dreams.
My hand softly caressing her cheek.
She offers the beauty of the gift
One of total trust and control .
The softness of this one's smile
Telling the gift of submission
She is to about to bestow.
Looking upon the grace of her loveliness,
The bareness of her neck,
I Set before her a collar
Of leather and golden studs.
Her eyes lowering as I place it upon her.
A golden lock clasping to seal the bond
Between this Master and slave.
Looking into her eyes
A tear of happiness runs from them
Dropping down her cheek.
Cupping her chin in my hand
Her eyes raising to mine
Speaking in a soft gentle voice.
"From this day forth my lovely one
You will wear my collar
And I will be your Master,
As you serve me so well
I am very pleased.
I will protect and cherish you
For you are my prize possession, my lovely
one.
To you I will let no harm come."


©southernshell - 1997