The Collaring Ceremony

The morning of the collaring ceremony arrives with the kind of electric anticipation that makes your skin tingle and your heart race. I’ve been planning every detail for weeks, and now the moment is finally here.

Emma kneels beside my bed, her body naked and healed. Her scars are fading but visible, permanent reminders of her choice. She’s ready. She’s so ready.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

She looks up at me, her eyes bright with tears. “Yes, Mistress. I’ve never been more ready for anything.”

I take her face in my hands. “This is the moment you become Lexi, Emma. The moment you stop being a person and start being property. The moment you belong to me completely.”

“I understand, Mistress. I want this. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

I kiss her forehead. “Then let’s begin.”

The preparation is intimate and ritualistic. I lead Lexi to the bathing chamber, where warm water steams in a marble tub. I wash her body myself, my hands moving over her skin with deliberate care. I oil her skin, anointing her with scented oils that will make her gleam in the candlelight.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper. “You’ve never been more beautiful.”

She shivers at my touch. “Thank you, Mistress.”

I dry her body with soft towels, then lead her to the mirror. She looks at her reflection—naked, her scars visible, her eyes bright with anticipation.

“This is what you are now, Lexi,” I say. “This is what you’ve chosen to become. Are you still sure?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’ve never been more sure.”

I take her hand. “Then let’s go. They’re waiting for us.”