Its been an amazing couple days. My master and I click like I could have never imagined. Everything about our relationship feels right. Today my master summoned me to my home. She brought me to the den where I sat obediently for her. She was nervous, I could tell, but after reassuring me she would be there to always support me and to punish me, she presented me with a collar.
She stood behind me and slipped it around my neck. While she did, she poped the question: would I agree to be hers. Her property. Would I give myself up to her. I was ecstatic and of course said yes!
A collar is a symbol, much like a wedding ring. It ties me to her, I can only wear one and it shows dedication and a promise.
So I am not just master’s slave any more. I am also her property. She owns me like someone owns a pair of gloves. My body is hers to do with as she wishes. The milk I produce belongs to her. Even my feelings of pleasure are hers. She owns me and controls me now. When she calls to me, I drop everything and rush to her side. If she is in a bad mood and needs to let out anger, she will beat me, just because. If she is horny she will rape me and make use of my body to pleasure herself then discard me when she is done with me.
She will tend to my wounds and make sure I am healthy. She will feed me and ensure I get plenty of nutrition. She will protect me and defend me from those who wish to do me harm.
The Nalanis 