about February 12, 2002

      Why does it seem longer than two years ago that He collared me?  Time always seems like such a funny thing to be measured.  Some days it seems i have been here all my life - other days it feels like i've just moved in.  (That's usually when i'm out roaming the streets though, trying to figure out which direction i'm going.)

     Sometimes i wonder what direction my life is heading as well.  Besides the inevitable 'deadness' we all have to get to.  Ick.  Too early in the morning for morbidity.

    We stopped an hour or two of time on our anniversary though.  Like the collaring ceremony, He took me to bed and we scened. Unlike the first time, my resistance was pretty low, so it was a short one.  He did allow me to keep on a waist cincher - whereas during the original ceremony i was completely naked - not even makeup on.  But  i always feel so ... pretty would be a good word ... when i'm wearing the very first cincher He bought for me, and the brown leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists.  

     i made sure i left work early so that i wouldn't be exhausted as per usual.  He was actually out when i arrived home, so when He got in He found me reading email.  We spent some companionable time together and then i was told to change.  A short while later (after He'd showered) He came back into the office and, holding my hair, guided me to the bedroom.  He'd set up the ropes over the ceiling beams and had me fastened in very short order.  

     That's when we discovered that my resistance is way, way down.  We quickly came to the conclusion that we need to work on that again.  Which i of course have absolutely no objection to!  It was a bit disappointing though, because i'd have loved to scene longer.  Next time.

     Once He unfastened me i was told to get on the bed.  He then fastened me to the headboard by the left wrist cuff.  He attached nipple clamps, draped the chain the way He liked it, and left the room.  i was more than a bit grateful for the portable heater He'd thoughtfully set up, since i was on top of, rather than under, the blankets.  i was able to lie there and be comfortably floaty.  Perfect.

     A short time later i discovered what He had been doing when He left the room.  It took a few trips as He began carrying in our dinner, but before long a veritable feast was artfully presented on the bed.  And dinner was sushi.

     Sushi in bed!  i loved it.  And i wasn't released from being tied to the headboard, so i had to consider each movement as i was eating.  i loved that as well.  

     We didn't leave the bed again that night, even though it was still early.  Instead, after eating, we shared our bodies and then snuggled and visited.  We didn't talk a lot but that was okay.  There weren't a lot of words needed.  And with our outside lives being such a hectic struggle these days, i don't think He wanted to bring any of that into the bed with us.  Let it stay "out there" where it belongs.

     So.  Two years collared.   And since i started this as a comparison to the first ceremony, i should complete the thoughts.  i think the first time was like a bright and sparkling rosé - full of bubbles and a rosy blush that dances on your tongue.  This time was more like a deep bodied smooth red wine that flows sensuously past your lips.  

     i look forward to more of that red wine.

                

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