entering quitely.... assuming my position as co-hostess.... my black curls, swept up high... soft delicate ringlets fall here and there, framing my face... caressing the back of my neck.... accentuating the way the spiked red leather collar stretches my neck..... my hands gently smooth the red leather dress... short.... snug.... hugging my full thighs.... MMMmmmm.... feels good... giggle.... my fingers trace over the soft red leather straps of the halter.... toying with the silver buckles that attach to the collar... loving the way the dress forms itself to the bottom half of my bossom.... leaving the top half of my breasts exposed.... turning slightly.... taking a peek at my bare back.... letting my gaze travel down.... sheer stockings.... red shoes... 5 inch stainless steel spikes... taking a deep breath.... filled with delighted anticipation.... the union of two special people... two special friends.....
...smiling at A/all...happy to be with my sister this day...moving through the room...my black rubber catsuit clinging to my slender body...5-inch heeled boots clicking softly as i pass between the rugs. my dark auburn hair caught high on my head...the dazzling emerald jewelry from my Master catching the flickering lights...matching my eyes to perfection...teardrop earrings almost brushing my shoulders...the deep green pendant nestled between my breasts...wide cuff bracelets, the emerald contrasting sharply with the long crimson fingernails moving to my place and kneeling
~...Standing nervously, her pouty wine colored lips curved into a smile, so proud to be a part of such a wonderful event...her long brown hair in a french braid, a few small wisps escaping to frame her lovely face....clad in a sleeveless black leather top, with laces crisscrossing the front, her breasts straining against the tight fitting leather, a small sapphire heart on a golden chain resting in between her cleavage...below, her tanned tummy is visible just above her matching leather shorts...taking slow steps in her 4 inch black heels, she walks down the aisle to the cd player...her butt poking out of the bottom of her short shorts....turning to look upon her lovely sister, checking if she's ready, she trails one finger down the buttons of the cd player, her orchid colored nails clicking against the machine....finding play, she presses it and walks over to sit with Sir Sparehawk's darling and watch... dark eyes twinkling...~
For all the joy you bring to my life... For all the wrong that you make right
For every dream you make come true... For all the love I find in you
I'll be forever thankful baby... You're the one who hold me up
Never let me fall... You're the one who see me through through it all
You are my strength when I am weak... You are my voice when I can't speak
You are my eyes when I can't see... You see the best there is in me
Lift me up when I can't reach... You give me faith 'coz you believe
I'm everything I am... Because you love me
You give me wings and make me fly... You touch my hand I can touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me... You said no star was out of reach
You stand by me and I stand tall... I have your love I have it all
I'm grateful for each day you give me... Maybe I don't know that much
But I know this much is true... I am blessed because I am loved by you...
You are my eyes when I can't see... You see the best there are in me
Lift me up when I coan't reach... You give me faith 'coz you believe
I'm everything I am... Because you love me
You are always there for me... The tender wind that carries me
A light in the dark shining your love into my life... You are my inspiration
Through the lies you are the truth... My world is a better place because of you
You are my strength when I am weak... You are my voice when I can't speak
You are my eyes when I can't see... You see the best there is in me
Lift me up when I can't reach... You give me faith 'coz you believe
I'm everything I am... Because you love me...."
Machiste said....
...enters... his tight black leather pants... glimmering in the soft light... from his glistening black leather boots... form fitting to his narrow hips... the supple black leatherof his open vest... draped loosely over his broad muscular chest... the gold chain around his neck... reflecting the flickering lights... carrying a black velvet box held loosely in one hand... as his deep ocean blue eyes... smile in greetings... catching the eye of each within the room... making his way to the center stage... and up the steps... placing the box on the floor... then standing tall... silent... waiting... looking towards the fireplace...
morgana said....
slowly gathering ...from within a slender body ..
materializes..glowing from whitin..
the fragance of northern wildflowers filling the air...as she walks sensually... towards the stage...
the soft clicking of the 5 inch black court shoes...paddlocks...steel...locking them in place...
the long legs..caressed by the black seamed silkstockings...ending just below the short...
clinging leather skirt...black...the fine curve...moving slowly with each step...
the leather reflecting the light...the soft top...broken laced back..shining..tight as a second skin...
revealing..all but yet nothing..the full breasts...straining aross the thin material..the rings visable...
a sparkle of black light..reflecting from the thin leathercuffs..circling delicate wrists..
glittering sky blue eyes locked to her Master...
seeing noone but Him, His blue eyes guiding her every step...every soft motion by her slender body...
for Him, sexy.. sinful ..sensually.. submissive.. movements...
waistlong lightblonde silky hair running as a waterfall down her curves as a lion mane...
before she attends the small stair up to her Master..she turnes around...
bows deeply and gracefully to the guests...smiling a soft Welcome...
turning again..back to the meaning of her life..the reason for her birth..the sunshine through the clouds..
Machiste...
morgana said....
...walking sensually and slowly up the three steps to the stage and my waiting Master...smiling softly..almost tenderly..locking my eyes to His..sparkling flames wanders between us...sinking down to my knees before Him..silently bending down and placing my velvet warm lips to each of His shiny boots..letting the tip of my tongue caress the black leather..leaving glowing lipmarks upon them..before rising to kneeling again...straightening my back..holding my head high...pride and devotion lingering in the air..resting my hands on my thighs...waiting...
Machiste said:
Greetings O/one and A/all... and Welcome! I am Machiste... Your presence here is truly appreciated, as it is our wish to share our heartfelt joy with all of you on the collaring of my slave, morgana le fay. While the ceremony itself is a simple one, for U/us, the significance and implications of a collar are both very deep and very profound. I'm sure that there are many here who are very familiar and knowledgable in the ways of Dominance and submission, but I am also sure there are many here who enter this realm, curious and eager to learn about it as well. I am also aware that there is no RIGHT means of expressing and/or practicing BD/SM. It IS a personal choice and a personal exploration. What is right for one, isn't necessarily right for another. Therefore, it is my wish and desire to share what this means to myself... and to my slave...
I did not write the following compostion, however, it IS the philosophy and the foundation of my belief and as a Master.....
"As it is often important and often necessary for one human being to have certainty and a clear understanding of the intentions, desires, motivations, and needs of another, I offer this testimony in trust and sincerity. I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent, or wiser. I am not dominant because of the strength or mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be, dominant with all women. Yet to you, I am Master."
"I am your Master only after earning your trust and I embrace your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart, and mind and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and honor. You are a woman. You are not weak or inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend and provide for you. You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts.
"We are not equal, we are halves of a whole. We compliment each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you, because you are secure in being totally feminine. We each recognize and accept our worth, and our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs. You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in the strength and control of a man. In return you present control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty, and the faithfulness of your heart. You submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of life; you have given me dominance over you.
What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman give a man. You have given me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to me. Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind. I dominate you only because you have allowed it. I dominate only because you have allowed me to and when I see your body kneel before me, in my mind and heart you are raised above all other woman, and all the treasures of the earth. What you give freely can not in reality be bought."
My F/friends, I have known the slave, morgana, for some time now. she has opened her heart to me and bared her precious soul with me, and I have found her to be worthy, to be trusted, to be admired, to be adored, and to be treasured. To me, as she kneels here before me, she is elevated above all others. she has given me the gift of her submission, unconditionally and willfully. This gift is overwhelming in it's scope, depth, and beauty. I am truely PROUD to be her Master, and I am also humbled by her gift. I know and I accept the responsibilties of being her Master, for the care and welfare of this precious gift... the gift of her mind, her heart, her soul, and her body.
As her Master, I now direct my slave morgana, to publicly profess, what she has proven to my satisfaction in private... Speak, morgana
morgana said:
..brushing a few blonde hairs away from my face...clearing my thoughts and my voice.. i will communicate with complete honesty all my needs, desires, limits, and experience. I realize that failing to do so will not only prevent You and i from from having the best experience possible, but can also lead to emotional harm and discomfort. i will not try to manipulate You. i will not push to make a scene go the way i feel it should. In other words, i will not top from the bottom.
..looking up at You..into Your eyes..feeling how my voice fills with pride.. i will keep an open mind about trying things that i am not comfortable with and expanding my limits. i will continue to grow as a submissive and as a human being. i will accept the responsibility of discovering what pleases You, and will do my best to fufill Your wishes and desires.....smiling brightly...lovingly...
I will be responsive to You. I will not try to hide what my mind and body are feeling so that i may assist You in Your responsibilities as my authority. i know that You are not telepathic even if we share a special sort of communication, and will not expect You to know thoughts or feelings which i do not express. ...taking a deep breathe before continueing...
I will give my gift of submission only to You and remain faithful to You. locking my hands on my thighs..glancing at the emerald ring..my gift from my dear sister...straightening my back further...lifting my eyes to Yours again I will be obedient to You even if i disagree with what You are requesting.
i realize You have my best interests at heart and often know better than i, what i need in a particular situation. i know that my actions reflect upon You, and will do my best to help others see You in a positive way. ...my eyes never leaving Yours as i speak... i will not intentionally embarrass or displease You.
Above all,....glowing from whitin.. glittering flames filling the dephts of darkskyblue in my eyes i will wear my title as Your slave with honor. i will never cause others to think that being Your slave means to be weak or sub-human. i will take pride in who and what i am and will try to never show myself in a negative way. ..bowing gracefully...
Machiste said:
...having listened to my slave, knowing her words to be true, turning my eyes to her sister, Leila... smiling...
Leila, will you now please assist my slave...
Leila said:
...smiling and nodding to Machiste...wiping the tears from her dark eyes... she stands and goes over to morgana's side...smoothing back her sister's golden hair...lifting it high so that her delicate neck is revealed...looking at her sister and her Master with love filled eyes...
morgana said:
..turning my head slightly and smiling up to my lil sis...then moving it back...lowering my gaze ot the floor..before my Master's feet...hearing my heartbeats...feeling my Master's eyes caressing my head..a tusend emotions rushing through my body in a single moment...feeling how my hair lifts...exposing the smooth white skin in my neck..hardly ever touched by the light...beaming...
Machiste said:
morgana, having heard my words, my thoughts, and knowing what is in my heart, do you now accept my collar, knowing all that it means, all that is symbolizes, and all that it requires... will you wear my collar... as a sign and symbol of my ownership, without restriction or limition, as MY property?
morgana said
....lifting my head...looking up at You...my blue eyes drowning in Your oceans of blue..speaking clearly with my voice filled with emotions ...i accept Your ownership of me, i give You my vt life totally and complete without any secrets...smiling up tenderly into Your face... You know me better than anyone, and have done so for some time.... all that i am is Yours....reaching out my hands...palms upwards...
my submission is given freely as a gift, a gift given with and through love and devotion, i accept being Your property..... i accept that we are not equals and i accept Your superiority. You are a Man, i am a woman and the differences between us are as strong as You are Master and i am slave,...
slowly lowering my head for a moment before raising it again, continuing... i accept You as my Master without restrictions and offer You myself, in every thought, every heartbeat, and every breathe i take... i am Your slave.... my sky blue eyes shining brightly into Yours... I give You myself because we already share the deepest trust, and i am Yours without limits or safeword. my submission is complete... and my heart sings...
Yes, Master i accept and will wear Your collar with deepest pride and glowing joy....
Machiste said:
....reaching down, picking up and opening a black velvet box, carefully removing a solid gold collar, oval in cross-section, custom made to fit the delicate contours of your neck, a small hinge in the back, and a diamond studded, heart-shaped, locking clasp in the front... holding it before you, showing you the beautifully inscribed letter "Property of Machiste"... lifting the small gold key from the velvet box, inserting it into the heart and releasing the hasp... then placing the collar around your neck until it is locked once again... I remove the key...
There is only one key to this collar, morgana, and I will keep it. Should you ever wish to remove my collar, you have only to ask. I will not own a slave that does not wish to be mine, ever. You are now to be called and known as 'Machiste's morgana'
cybele said:
....holding her sister's hair with shaky hands... tears flowing down her face...
Machistes morgana said:
...feeling the collar caressing my neck for the very first time...seeking deeply into Your eyes...the wellknown blues of my Master...tears streaming freely down my face...my eyes drowning in Yours..joy..happiness..love from the deepest corner of my soul..speaking softly...
"i love You, my Master...i'm Yours with every cell in my body..with every beat of my heart...as long as You wish...i belong to You...as long as i am capable of satisfying and nourishing Your dreams..Your wants and needs...Your desires...Your heart, soul, mind and body..as long as You want me...i am Yours"...
cybele said:
...releasing her sister's hair and looking upon her with pride filled eyes...stepping back...
Machiste said:
....lifting your beautiful face to mine... my eyes reflecting the glowing radiance of your beauty... kissing your tears as they fall... sweet golden tears of love and submission... kissing your lips tenderly... then taking your upturned hand in mine... standing proudly... in a voice filled with pride....
My friends, it is my desire and my pleasure to proudly present my beloved slave, morgana... she is mine and I accept full and total responsibility for her, her welfare, and her actions from this point in time... she is known to me and she is part of me... a most beautiful and precious part of me... In my absence.. she may speak and act on my behalf as well... she has earned my trust and my love for her... and I am blessed with... and by... hers as well...
morgana said:
..rising from my kneeling position on the floor...standing straight and proud beside You...reaching for Your hand and twisting my fingers in between Yours...smiling brightly...pure sunshine glittering in my eyes...turning and facing A/all O/our friends...letting my eyes touching each and everyone's face..a soft caress of gold and joy.. ....ThankYou, thankyou ...A/all of Y/you for being here, for the wonderful blessings and well wishes earlier...for all help..all love and all friendship.....my eyes turns again to my Master....
Machiste said:
....smiling proudly... standing tall... My beloved slave at my side...
Thank Y/you A/all for witnessing and sharing in our special celebration, Y/your presence here has honored us deeply, and We are most grateful. May each of Y/you find that which Y/you seek in this unique and special place, as I and my slave have. Now W/we invite A/all of you to join us at bianca's for a brief celebration....
W/we have been overwhelmed and touched by so many of Y/you... your warm wishes, your gifts, your thoughts, and your love. As most of you know, my beautiful slave also happens to be a sorceress. Though I have severely curtialed the use of her magic, especially when it comes to bondage, I have instucted her to provide each of you with a small token of O/our sincere appreciation...
... turning to my slave... smiling warmly...
morgana said:
...smiling brightly...mumbling slowly a magic spell from a long forgotten ancient language...in Y/your hands materializes a golden papyrus watermarked paper with glittering roses...the fragance of them filling the air as Y/you read the follwing on it....
one who is a craftsman
the best
he plays his craft like a fine violin
he knows every curve
every sound
every detail
every fact
no one is more knowledgeable
of the craft than he
and so he plays
he caresses it's soul
and makes it sing
he polishes it's surface
and makes it shine
he draws his fingers across it's body
as he draws the bow across the strings
with fine precision
and true purpose
taking care
not to break the strings
for to break them
his instrument would be useless
so they are one
the Master and his instrument
without each other
they would be nothing
the instrument silent
the Master without purpose
they compliment each other
for he is the Master
and she.....his instrument....
Machiste said:
...smiling... turning to O/our guests for the last time...
Thank you A/all for coming, I know that many of you have juggled your RT schedules to be here, and I also wish to thank Sir Sparehawk's darling, cybele,sweet betsy, and XVAIR's caprice for their gracious assistance.
Please excuse U/us for now I wish to spend speak privately with My slave and before joining Y/you shortly at bianca's...
...turning to my slave, whispering softly in her ear, then leading her by the hand, down the steps, waving to A/all, as my slave and I exit the room... *gone*
note: Machiste formerly used the name Braveheart, so when this collaring took place morgana's name was Braveheart's morgana, as Braveheart now has changed His name back to Machiste again, it's been both our wish that His ordinary name is used here as well.
Last updated 1997-07-15 16:45:16