The Enslaving of anna

Chapter 6

Ceremonies are psychological branding irons. Heated to a bright glow in the forge of public witness, they burn a commitment into the tender flesh of our psyche. Never do we fully appreciate in advance the agony that attends the kiss of that white hot iron.

A collaring ceremony, like a wedding, is the formal, oral validation of a signed contract. For the bride, that contract, has many legal ramifications. For the slave, none. The bride's obligations under her contract are vague and arguable. The slave's are specific and ironclad. Brides and grooms almost never negotiate the terms and details of their relationship before consummating the contract; they battle it out later. Master and slave always negotiate their contract before signing it; later there may be revised contracts, but each party knows exactly what's expected of the other at all times, in writing. Marriage contracts assume a lifetime union, and about half the time it works out that way. A slavery contract can be for whatever length of time is agreed upon. In our case there was never a question; I would own anna for life.

I picked out two collars for her from an on-line fetish supply store. The one she would wear around the house from now on, and when visiting lifetime friends or attending bdsm events, was black leather, about an inch and a quarter wide with four silver restraining rings equally spaced. It locked in place with a small silver padlock. For appearing in public when something more subtle is required, I had selected a gorgeous gold collar only 3/4 of an inch wide inlaid with alternating stones of jade and sapphire. It had a single leash ring (mostly symbolic, but functional) and a tiny imbedded lock to which, like the silver padlock on the other collar, only I held the key. To the uninitiated observer it seemed to be simply an unusually lovely choker. Naturally, it was this more elegant collar that we used at the ceremony.

There are times, of course, when any collar at all would be so out of place as to attract unwanted attention. A public beach, for example. For those times I had devised a more hidden symbol of my ownership. I had pierced both of her labia and inserted gold rings which I connected with a brass padlock. The padlock was inscribed with the name "anna" on one side and the words "slave of Master Daniel" on the other. At the beach or pool, the thong of her bathing suit would press the rings and padlock up into her vulva. On all other occasions, since she was never allowed to wear pants, jeans or panties, the heavy padlock would swing freely between her thighs, a continuous and erotic reminder that she was my property. As it turned out, the sight of it made such a tantalizingly erotic picture in my mind that I made her wear it almost constantly.

One other distinction between a wedding and a collaring ceremony was the matter of dress. Brides traditionally expend enormous amounts of time, energy and money on that critical piece of frivolity, the wedding gown. Slaves, on the other hand, spend none. The young woman making her formal commitment to slavery is always nude. Thus, she can spend all her energy and feminine expertise on cleaning her body to her Master's satisfaction, fixing her hair to suit her Master's preference, painting her toenails and fingernails the way her Master likes them and adorning her face and body with whatever cosmetics and jewelry her Master finds most attractive.

For our ceremony, anna was breathtakingly lovely. Her mound of Venus had been shaved clean to match the smooth elegance of her legs. I had applied a soft rouge to the delicate lips of her pussy and to those wonderfully ever-erect nipples — virgin still, in that no piercings had yet disturbed their natural beauty. The pastel pink gloss on her lips matched her fingers and toes — iridescent enough to highlight her slender hands and feet, but subtle enough not to spoil the sweet youthfulness of her face. She was more radiant in her nakedness than any bride swaddled in yards of overpriced cloth.

The audience I had invited to the ceremony were all friends from the Iron Collar Club who were already in a Master/slave relationship and had gone through the ritual themselves. There were six couples in all. Four were male Doms with female slaves, like myself and anna; two were fem Dommes with fem slaves; and one was a fem Domme with a male slave. The latter is a relationship that gives me the creeps because I just cannot imagine being subservient to a woman, but Mistress Tyler and slave chris are irresistible people — very funny, very charming — and behave like your average man and wife, except in scenes and at the Club. All twelve were more than willing to attend our little ceremony, not just because of the tanker of free booze and the opportunity to play with a new slave, but because we of the bdsm lifestyle are a genuinely social bunch — which is to say: voyeuristic, exhibitionistic and theatrical. We love to watch, put on and perform in a good show, especially when there's audience participation. Besides, it's a satisfying thing to witness the addition of new, fully committed slaves to our lifestyle.

The collaring, in accordance with tradition, took place at night in a room (my living room) illuminated entirely by candles. I was seated on a stool in the center of the room with the guests seated in a circle around me. anna was led into the room and through the circle on a silver leash by Tom's slave kristina. she took a kneel up position on the floor facing me. Another slave, oriana, one of two owned by Jason Moore, brought in a silver charger bearing the contract I had prepared. Unlike most slavery contracts the terms had not been negotiated. I had simply drawn them up and allowed anna to read them. Furthermore, since this contract was for life, there would be no tedious negotiations in the future. In her own handwriting anna had stated that she wanted to be my slave forever, and on my terms. That's the deal she was about to sign.

In accordance with tradition, the "vows" consisted of anna reading aloud the terms of the contract. Her voice was clear, her face alive with happiness.

"I, anna, of my own free will," she read, "declare that it is my choice and intent to enter into slavery as the property of Master Daniel Fortune. By signing this Contract of Slavery, i agree to renounce all rights to my body, mind and spirit, ceding possession of them to Master Daniel as his fully owned property. i also agree that all my worldly possessions likewise become the property of Master Daniel, including all assets, finances and material goods, to be dealt with as He sees fit.

" Section A: slave's role . slave (anna) agrees to submit completely to Master in every respect. There is no place, time or situation in which slave may refuse to obey Master and understands that He may use her body in any way He chooses. slave agrees that she exists only for Master's pleasure and will strive to please Him to the best of her ability at all times. slave understands and agrees that with the signing of this Contract she has no rights whatsoever, only duties and privileges as determined by Master."

She cleared her throat and moved on.

" Section B: Rules of Behavior . (1) slave agrees to remold her body, attitude, habits and appearance according to Master's express demands, including all actions, speech and dress. (2) slave will always speak of and to Master in terms of love and respect, addressing him as Sir, Master or Master Daniel, except in vanilla company where she shall refer to Him as Daniel. (3) slave renounces all privacy or concealment from Master. slave will close no doors to conceal herself from Master and will submit to any photography or video photography required by Master for whatever purpose He chooses. (4) slave will accept gracefully any criticism from Master in any form He chooses. (5) slave will answer fully and truthfully any and all questions put to her by Master. slave will volunteer anything Master should know about her physical condition or failures to obey His rules while He is absent. (6) When not in the same room as Master, slave will knock and ask permission to enter before doing so. When in the same room as Master, slave will ask permission before leaving room, explaining where she is going and why. This includes permission to use the bathroom. (7) slave will be responsible for all household chores as directed by Master."

anna paused, swallowed with an effort, and gave me a look beseeching relief for her drying throat. Naturally, I ignored it. She went on to the next paragraph.

" Section C: slave's body and general appearance . (1) slave will remain nude at all times, except as directed by Master. Any apparel worn at any time or anywhere by slave must be approved by Master. At no time is slave to wear undergarments of any kind. (2) slave shall never close her lips or cross her legs but must remain symbolically and physically open to Master and others of His choosing at all times. (3) slave shall always keep her body parts ready for immediate display, in public or private, in case Master orders such a display. (3) Master may pierce, tattoo, scar or brand any part of slave's body. (4) slave shall at all times wear a symbol identifying her as the property of Master."

anna swallowed again, with more difficulty. Again, I merely smiled at her. I did not intend to start spoiling her now.

" Section D: Punishment . slave agrees to accept any punishment Master chooses to inflict, whether earned or not. slave agrees that severe punishment may be assessed for anything He deems to be a serious breach of this Contract or any other rules he establishes. The extent and form of any punishment shall be entirely at his discretion. He may also punish slave merely for His own pleasure. slave agrees that screaming, crying and begging, however genuine an indication of her suffering, will not necessarily affect her treatment. slave further agrees that Master may at any time silence her with gags or by any other means."

Now we moved to an area of our contract that's quite different from most.

" Section E: Safe words . The slave agrees that there will be no 'safe words' for her punishments and play. Since Master has a proprietary interest in protecting the health and value of his property, slave willingly surrenders any veto power over His decisions as to the length and severity of punishments and playtime activities."

Half of our audience looked dubious. The other half smiled. This was practically unheard of.

anna began to squirm a little as her knees registered the discomfort of the hard wood floor under her hundred and fourteen pounds. But remembering that I had twice refused her pleas for relief from thirst, she soldiered on.

" Section F: Other people . (1) slave may not have sexual relations with any other Master or lover without Master's permission under penalty of extreme punishment. (2) Master, however, may accept any other slaves or lovers for sexual purposes as suits His whim and slave will be available, as always, to serve these relationships according to Master's wishes. (3) Master, as Owner of slave's body, has the right to determine whether others may use it and to what use they may put it. slave has no say in either choice since her only valid concern is to please Master."

At this point we had reached the final stage of the contract, the part where anna and I would sign it. Once signed, there would be no turning back for anna. She read on.

" Section G: Master's Signature. I, Master Daniel, have read this Contract in its entirety and fully understand it. With the signing of this Contract, I accept this slave, anna, as my property, taking into possession sole ownership of her body, mind and possessions. I agree to love her, support her financially and protect her to the best of my ability. I agree to command her, train her, respect her and punish her as a slave. I understand that this Contract is for the entirety of slave's life and that she may not withdraw from it for any reason. In the unlikely event she displeases me, however, I also reserve the right to terminate her or her to another Master. In the event she is sold, slave will be required to sign a new contract suitable to her new owner."

As anna read these last terms, I watched our guests closely. There were some raised eyebrows at the provision for her possible sale (a highly unusual feature, to be sure), but no one appeared to have caught the significance of the word "terminate." Just as I had expected, they assumed it was simply another way of saying "withdraw from the Contract." anna knew the true implication full well, however. she had, after all, proposed the idea herself in her letter.

oriana handed me a gold-plated pen and I signed and dated the Contract on the appropriate line.

anna moved on to the final paragraph.

" slave's signature . i, anna, have read this Contract of Slavery in it's entirety and fully understand and agree to it. By my signature below i agree to relinquish possession of my body, mind and spirit to Master Daniel, to be his wholly owned property. i agree to abide by all the terms of this Contract and obey all other rules demanded of me by Master now and in the future, accepting His decisions in all things. i understand that this is a lifetime Contract and i cannot withdrawn from it for any reason whatsoever. i further understand that if i fail to please Master, He may terminate me or sell me as He sees fit, and that in the latter event i will sign whatever new contract He orders me to sign."

slave oriana handed anna a special antique quill pen, the type that the Bob Crachets of the world used to dip into ink wells. anna knew what was coming and waited stoically with her eyes closed as oriana handed me a small knife. Holding anna's left hand firmly, I cut a quarter inch gash in the end of the fourth finger. she jumped a little at the sting, then opened her eyes to watch the blood trickle down her finger and collect in her palm. she dipped the pen into the gathering pool and signed and dated the Contract with her own blood, a unique touch to symbolize a contract of rare severity.

Now it was time to present anna with the symbols of my ownership. While kristina bound up anna's finger, oriana handed me the gold collar and its key. I put it around anna's neck and snapped the lock shut. kristina then held out the next symbol of anna's new status, the inscribed brass padlock and its matching brass key. I ordered anna to stand up, spread her feet wide apart and clasp her hands behind her neck. When she did, I threaded the open shackle of the padlock through the two rings in her labia and snapped it shut. anna's face glowed with such pride that I kissed her firmly on her newly locked pussy. Then I stood up and made a show of dropping both keys in my pocket. The guests applauded and cheered loudly. It was the signal to begin the party.

 

anna's journal. April 5

Master has ordered me to keep a journal as part of my daily activities. As if i didn't have enough to do around here. Oops! i forgot. Master will be reading this journal. Guess i'll be punished for that bit of sarcasm. Sorry, Master. i shouldn't disrespect Your commands. But You did insist that i be absolutely open and honest about my feelings. So when you warm my butt, or however you decide to punish me, please remember i'm just trying to be honest and above board in my clumsy way.

i see now why You insisted i write in pen and not on the computer. No way to edit out things i shouldn't have said. So now i can get myself in constant trouble, right? i foresee my bottom is going to be sore a lot! The journal is bound, too, with pre-numbered pages. A nice touch. No cheating possible, even if i wanted to. Which i don't. In my contract i promised You 100% honesty and that's what You will get.

The collaring ceremony last night was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me and i'll cherish the memory of it as long as i live, which, of course, is now in Your hands, Master. i almost chuckled when no one caught the word "terminate" and what it really means. i get all tingly just thinking about how absolutely i am Your slave, now, how You may do whatever You wish with me, no matter how terrible, and i must endure it.

Master, i want to be tested, no matter how cruelly, so that i may prove how much i adore You, so that in my sacrifice of pain and terror i may give You the pleasure You desire. Even when, at the last moment, my natural instinct is to turn and run from the room, i force myself to submit meekly. What a relief it is when You chain me or tie me up so that i am helpless to resist Your punishments, no matter how painful or humiliating. How marvelous it is to be gagged so that i can't annoy You with my screams. Sweet Master, every moment of my suffering is fully repaid when You take me in Your arms and tell me You love me. i live for those moments.

i have to confess it was really hard to read that last bit in the Contract about You having the right to sell me if i displease You. i know how we discussed the fact that I'm now property, just like Your BMW and Your house and Your golf clubs and You can do whatever You want with me. It's just that it's scary to think that You might get tired of me and throw me away. i can't bear to think of life without You. i'd rather You "terminate" me like a sick old dog. Dear Master, i promise to do everything in my power to keep you happy for as many years as i live; but if i fail and You decide You'd rather sell me than put me out of my misery, please sell me to the cruelest Master you can find, someone who will make me pay a terrible price for that failure.

But i'm not going to dwell on dark thoughts any more. You promised to love me and that's the thought i'm going to cling to!

The ceremony was spectacular! The candles, the velvet drapery, the men in their handsome leathers and their women in such stunning finery! i loved slave teri's burgandy dress with the front slit and the way it flared open slightly when she walked, giving us little peeks at her pussy. When You threaded the padlock through my labia rings, i thought my heart would burst with pride. Actually, i had thought maybe You would take out the rings and push the padlock through the little holes in my flesh, and i was determined not to scream. But using the little rings is even better because now it clinks a little as i walk, so i not only feel the padlock banging around down there, but hear it, too, all day long. i can hardly wait for the next time You take me out so i can wear the beautiful gold collar. Thank You, Master. i shall do my best to be worthy of Your generosity.

The activities that followed the collaring made a perfect official start for my life in slavery. i hope i made You proud of me! i'm gradually learning how to deal with pain so that i don't try Your patience. On the other hand, perhaps it pleases You more when i cry and go to pieces and beg for your pity like the cowardly slut i am. That way You can gag me and punish me all the more. If that's what you prefer, that's easy!

Remaining on my hands and knees for an hour to be used as a table for the drinks and the finger food was a cool idea. Of course my knees were already sore and my throat dry from reciting that long contract so i had to concentrate on not whining. Then, when i was ordered to lift up my head and stick out my tongue so our smoker guests could use me as an ashtray? That was a first! i really did my best not to duck away when the hot ashes hit my tongue, or gag when i had to swallow them. i hope that You appreciated how well i behaved.

You had already explained to me that, as a newly minted slave, i would be the main subject for the night's entertainment, so I prepared myself mentally as much as i could for whatever might ensue. Obviously, my imagination fails to measure up to yours.

i remember how relieved i felt at being ordered to my feet, giving my sore knees a break, even though i was offered nothing to ease my throat or my burned tongue and ashy mouth. When You made me spread my legs, tied a spreader bar to my ankles and had me put my hands behind my neck, i didn't get too worried at first, even when you added a blindfold. i figured that whatever was coming next couldn't be really painful or You'd have restrained me more. Fear began to crawl up my belly, though, when i heard You explain to the guests — Masters and slaves alike — that they were to express their congratulations by selecting "one of the items" oriana was holding and give me five congratulatory whacks. FIVE EACH for TWELVE guests!! i don't know who hit me the hardest, the Masters or their slaves. The whips, crops and canes landed all over me — my butt, thighs, breasts, belly, pussy, even my armpits. By the time it ended i was crying, but You have to admit, i never broke my pose or tried to dodge any of the blows. And twelve times five is a lot of strokes! Fortunately, some of the guests took pity and used a flogger, which i actually like. It stings but it doesn't have the terrible bite of the cane and the whips.

The next part was scary, but only because i was still blindfolded and didn't know what you guys were up to. While i was still snuffling, four hands picked me up and laid me face up on what could only be our ottoman. i'm glad it wasn't a table or the floor because the fresh stripes on my back and bottom were very sore. The cool leather upholstery of the ottoman was actually a little soothing. Someone held my arms stretched over my head and one or two others held my legs up and spread into a V. i felt the labia padlock being removed and the lips spread open. When the first plop landed on my breast and instantly blossomed into a burning pain, i knew right away it was candle wax, probably the purple and black ones that had lighted the ceremony. Those dark waxes are particularly hot and really hurt when they sit there on your skin sealing in the heat! But i didn't scream until someone poured it right on my spread-open cunt. Oh my God!!! Slapping it off of there with a little leather belt wasn't exactly a joy, either. But then, when someone inserted a funnel in my vagina and started pouring in champagne, Holy Cuntlips, Batman! Did that sting! But when everyone had a go at slurping it out again, that was a white horse of a different color! The alternating between the cold stinging when it went in and the warm lapping when it came out made me cum over and over. i wonder how that tasted!

The final part of this little congratulatory sequence, the gang bang, would have been pure pleasure for me, if it were not for the residual pain all over my body and formerly private parts. So far as i could tell, all twelve of our guests, including the girls with their dildos, had at me at least once, filling every available hole, while others held me in various accessible positions, my forearms taped together tightly behind my back. Were You among my visitors, dear Master? i hope so. It's embarrassing that i could not tell which cock was Yours. Some were so huge and so long that i gagged on them when they were pushed way down my throat. i know i vomited at least twice. It was nice of slave terri to clean it up for me, by the way. Please accept my heartfelt thanks, Master, for a magnificent ceremony and for allowing me to end it with a dizzying series of orgasms.

Later, after our guests had left, You topped even that by telling me You love me and allowing me to spend the night cuddled next to You in Your own bed! It made a wonderful grand finale to the most important day of my life. Thank you, Master. i am the world's happiest woman and most devoted slave! At last my life has a clearly defined purpose and i never again have to worry about my future and plans and making the right choices. i made my ultimate choice when i gave myself to You and ceased to exist as my own miserable person. Anna with a capital A is gone as surely as if she sank into the depths of the ocean. slave anna is merely a part of Your estate, no more, no less. The planning and the choices for slave anna are Yours to make.

All i ask out of life is the opportunity to earn Your love. Whatever it takes.