The Collaring Ceremony

"I did everything you told me to. It was hard trying to stay in my room all day knowing I could be getting work done, but the thought of making you happy was more than enough to keep me from disobeying!" Michelle says with an infectious amount of joy. She then becomes noticeably shyer before speaking up again. "So... um... I was wondering if I earned that surprise you were talking about this morning..."

It's adorable seeing Michelle squirm a little as she tries to hide her desires. She doesn't even know what I'm about to do, and yet, she's yearning for it. I'm pretty sure it wouldn't matter what I did at this point. She would eagerly accept anything. I could slap her in the face and she would probably still thank me. But I'd never do something like that to my good girl.

"On your knees," I order.

I don't think I can fully articulate how quickly Michelle hit the ground after I said that. There was no hesitation. She dropped off the edge of the bed and onto her knees like it was pure instinct. And once she got there, she just looked up at me from her position on the floor, not saying a word.

I walk over to my sister's bed and sit where she was not even ten seconds ago. She watches me carefully as I do. Her eyes briefly flicker to my crotch. She's probably wondering if I'm going to make her blow me again. Boy, is she in for a shock. My plans are much bigger than that.

"Clothes off," I tell her.

Again, I don't have to wait for Michelle to obey. Granted, this command does take a bit more time to execute, so she doesn't finish in the blink of an eye, but she's still pretty quick. It isn't long before she's back on her knees in front of me, completely naked. It's in this moment that I realize that this is the first time I've seen my sister without any clothes on. I got her to dress up in that sexy outfit, which didn't leave much to the imagination, but now I can see everything. Her shapely figure is totally exposed for me to take in for as long as I want. And man, is it everything I was hoping it would be in more. I knew she was beautiful, but seeing her like this is something else.

I sit for a moment, just letting the anticipation eat away at her. I watch as her nipples visibly harden in front of me. I don't have the best view of her pussy from her current position, but it's probably safe to say she's pretty wet right now. And to think, we haven't even done anything yet. She's getting this turned on just waiting to see what I'll do next.

Alright. She's waited long enough. I've waited long enough. It's time for the main event. I reach into my pocket and pull out the single item that will forever change our relationship. Michelle's eyes follow my hand as it moves and locks onto the collar the instant it becomes visible. She lets out a short gasp, but otherwise doesn't make a sound.

"Here's the surprise, Michelle. You know what this is, don't you?" I ask, to which she silently nods. "And you know what significance it holds for people in positions like ours, right?" Another nod. "I'm not going to be beat around the bush. I don't think that would be fair to either or us, so I'll make myself a clear as possible. I want you to become my ****, Michelle. I want to own you. And not just as some silly little game, or as a fun temporary thing. If this is going to happen, it's going to be permanent. But I'm not going to **** you to do it. I'm going to give you a chance to decide for yourself."

Theoretically, I didn't have to do it this way. I could just tell her to put it on and be done, but something about that doesn't feel right. I know the only real requirement is that she had to do it willingly, but that's not enough for me. I want Michelle to choose to be my ****. The thought of her fastening the collar around her neck because she wants to is just too good. So that's why I'm being honest with her. To see if she's really willing to go as far as I am.

After finishing my speech, I hold out the collar toward her. It takes her a moment, but she eventually reaches out and takes it from me. When she does, her hands are even shakier than mine were earlier. For a solid minute, she just quietly stares down at the object as it lays in her hands. She occasionally looks up at me, revealing an odd sparkle in her eyes, as if she can't believe this is really happening. Still, I'm not sure if she's leaning toward a yes or a no. I finally reach my breaking point and can no longer stay quiet.

"So? What do you think?"

Michelle once again looks up at me with those big puppy-dog eyes. And to think that Mom is the one with that identity, not her. Come to think of it, I am giving Michelle a collar... maybe I should consider getting one for Mom too... Not right now. This is Michelle's moment. Let's just focus on her.

"I... I..." She pauses and takes a breath to compose herself. "I want to do it. The thought absolutely terrifies me, but... I don't know. I can't really explain it. The idea of belonging to you... just seems right."

I won't lie, hearing that was like the biggest weight off my shoulders. As submissive as Michelle is now, there was still a seed of doubt in my mind. Just the tiniest worry that this would be her limit. I should have known that after all this time, I could trust her to go along with this. I guess my nerves just got the best of me. Though looking at her face, it seems like they got the best of her too.

"If you really mean that, than you can put it on. Just make sure you really want this. You can't take it back," I warn her. I'm trying to be as careful as possible, but for some reason, I feel like I really don't need to be. It feels like Michelle really does understand the gravity of this situation, even if she doesn't know anything about the remote or its power.

"No, I don't want to take it back. I'm sure this is what I want. I'm not sure what other people will say, but I can say with total honesty that I really don't care anymore. I love obeying you. The thought of being able to it forever makes me happier than I can put into words. I want to put it on and prove to everyone that I really am yours," Michelle says.

She looks back down at the collar in her hands. She takes an end in each hand and slowly reaches toward her neck. However, about halfway through the process, I notice a change in her face. A hesitation. I feel a pit in my stomach as she turns to me again.

"Is there something you want me to say?" She asks.

"What?" I reply, somewhat caught by surprise.

"I just feel like... I don't know... in a situation like this, you're supposed to give me some kind of oath or pledge to say. Like a 'repeat after me' kind of thing."

Huh. That's... not what I was expecting to hear. I guess she does have a point. Maybe I should do something like that? I don't exactly have anything prepared. My mind has been going a million miles a minute, so I'm having trouble thinking of anything I would want her to say.

"Um... I guess I never really thought about it," I tell her.

"Then if it's alright, would you mind if I said something myself?" Michelle asks. Now that's an interesting request to make. Suddenly, I'm curious to see where this is going to go.

"Go for it," I answer, possibly a little too casually given what comes out of my sister's mouth next.

"I, Michelle Anderson, hereby agree to be Matthew Anderson's ****. By putting on this collar, I vow to serve and obey him forever. I will no longer be a human being, but instead a possession for him to use in any way he sees fit. I swear to follow his commands without question or hesitation. I will love him more than anything and will live for his pleasure above all else. With this final act, I willingly give up my freedom and accept my true place as his property."

I... I was not expecting that. That was one of the most intense things I think I've ever heard. And yet, the way she said it, and the way she stared directly into my eyes the entire time, I can tell she meant every word. I can't believe she came up with all of that on the spot. Or maybe she's been thinking about this moment for quite some time. Either way, that was better than anything I could have told her to say. As always, leave it to Michelle to go above and beyond in whatever she does.

With her speech finally over and any last bit of doubt gone from her mind, she does it. She reaches up and fastens the collar onto her neck, trying to hide a smile the whole time. The moment the collar is fully secured, I notice her eyes start to lose focus. They glaze over and her mouth opens slightly, a single drop of drool rolling down her chin and dropping onto her tit. This must be the remote rewriting her mind. Given how powerful this change is, it's understandable that it caused her to trance out. A second later, the life returns to her eyes as the mindlessness fade.

"How do you feel, Michelle?" I ask her.

"I feel wonderful. Better than ever. Now, how can I serve you... Master?" She replies, making sure to put extra emphasis on that last word.

Hearing my own sister call me "Master" is a feeling unlike anything else. And knowing that she really means it when she says it makes it even better. A bit surreal, sure, but definitely worth all of the effort. Throughout her transformation, Michelle seemed to get more and more attached to me, but the level of admiration I can sense she has for me now totally outshines anything I've felt from her before. To think we used to do nothing but fight. Those days seem like eons ago at this point.

"Stand up so I can get a look at my new ****," I instruct.

"Of course, Master," Michelle says as she rises to her feet.

There she is. My personal submissive slut, wearing nothing but the cute little pink collar I picked out for her. I think it fits our new relationship perfectly. It shows the love we have for each now while also making it clear who's in charge. No one will confuse it for some kind of fashion statement, yet it's just subtle enough that she should be able to wear it out in her daily life without too much issue. Top it all of with a metal heart in the center to solidify both the cuteness and the submissiveness, and I really feel like I made the right choice, especially now that I see it on her. Maybe at some point I'll also get her something a bit more hardcore for when I want to spice it up even more, but for now, I'm more than satisfied with the sight in front of me. It also helps that she's giving me that seductive look. It's like she's begging me to take advantage of my authority over her.

"You look fantastic, Michelle. The collar looks great on you," I tell my ****.

"Thank you, Master! I love it so much! I promise to treasure it forever!" Michelle responds with pure elation.

"Now, why don't we cement your new place in life by finally letting you fulfill your purpose? I know you've been waiting patiently for me to use you like that."

"Wait, you mean...?"

"That's right. It's time for you to spread your legs so I can give you the dicking you deserve."

I didn't think Michelle could get more excited after seeing her agree to be my property. It turns out, I was wrong. Time to put the "sex" in "sex ****."