I was licking her boots when she said “Stop!”
“Sit up on your knees but keep your head bowed. Do not speak unless invited to.”
“For the next week you aren’t my lover. You aren’t my pet. You are my slave but that won’t be your title. Nor am I your Goddess. I am your Owner. You are my property.”
“What am I? Answer.”
“My owner.” She kicked my right knee.
“What are you? Answer.”
“Your property.” She kicked my left knee.
“If you had the proper mindset you wouldn’t be wondering why you were kicked. But I know you: you wonder why.”
“You will learn how to speak as property.”
“I forbid you to use pronouns or adjectives. You will use nouns and verbs. Nothing else.”
“You should have said ‘Owner, owner.’ Property can never say\ my because property has nothing. Never address your owner without using your owner’s title.”
“You probably think you should have said ‘Property’s owner.’ But property has nothing. You must say ‘Owner of property.” Never use the possessive.
“Unless I tell you to use other words. Spoken protocol may change by day or hour. I may call you many things. You exist only to please my whims.”
End of Part 3
She was smiling. “Before I accept you must make a formal present of yourself. You may still back out. But the moment the ceremony ends there will be no turning back.”
My few clothes fell off quickly. Then I gathered chains and cuffs. I positioned myself before her.
Binding my testicles I said, “I offer my sexuality and manhood to your control.”
Locking ankle cuffs and a chain in place: “Willingly I give you my body to do with as you wish.”
Similarly locking my wrists: “Freedom I no longer claim, accepting that you will use me as you wish.”
Bowing my head: “I beg for the honor of your collar. Please accept my mind and heart. Willingly I surrender to you all that I am if you will only kindly accept my offering.”
She draped a simple but solid length of chain about my throat. A padlock clicked into place. I was hers. I trembled.
“Look at me.” I raised my head. Though so near she seemed a thousand miles away. She was still smiling though if kindly or cruelly I couldn’t tell.
“Are you brave or a fool? It doesn’t matter does it? You are mine now. You may lick my boots in gratitude.”
bent down and my tongue hungrily washed her boots. Confused and uncertain I felt even more grateful than usual to be able to focus on simple homage.
End of Part 2
We were sitting on the couch. I’d come in from work a couple of hours ago. Now, after a nap and a cup of coffee my brain was clear, happy to just relax.
She looked at me, pursed her lips, seemed to shrug and said, “You have a choice to make, you know?”
That had been in the back of my mind but I’d kept it hidden, as if it were behind an iron door.
“I know” trying to smile agreeably as I replied.
“Well … ?”
Knowing I stood all too good a chance of getting what I asked for it was hard to speak. I had to close my eyes before I could say “Yes, please I want to try it.”
“Honey this isn’t about trying: this is doing.” Patting my knee, she continued, “Say no and I’ll understand. But you better understand before you say yes.”
Giddy and nauseated at the same time I said, “Yes.”
“Do it properly.”
Sliding off the couch I knelt before her with my head bowed.
“I beg you to take me and use me without reservation or limitation for the next seven days.”
“Give yourself to me formally. Remember: once you do that, the word “no” will become a word that you are forbidden to utter.
End Part 1
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