Collared

He received the confirmation of a journey started long ago. There were no names or labels put on it years ago when his mind slowly drifted to thinking of it. It was strangely comfortable sitting in the Mistress's home going over details and tasks. Puppet kept thinking to himself is this really happening. Am I finally being owned by someone who is dominant, intelligent, and beautiful. Her inner kindness kept him focused on the discussion at hand. He was signing a contract to be her's. To give himself, unworthy though he felt, to this goddess like creature. To be used for her bidding and pleasure. His only fear was of disappointing the Mistress he had come to respect so much. Contract signed and collar fitted, it was time to thank her and become the submissive she had invested so much time in. There was no doubt that he wanted this. Yearning for this balance to make his soul whole and create a world with her that would fulfill her every wish and need. It was done. Signed. Given! This was now like a journey down a dark road with no lights. Whatever happened next he would be guided by the Mistress he trusted. It would be a story they would write together. He just wondered if he was enough for her. The fear of not being what she wanted and rising to meet her every challenge without failing, scared the hell out of him. It was time he found out how strong he was. Time to become what he knew he could. No crop or knot was going to stop him. He was collared, now he had to earn it!