Guest post written by my kitten, Raven.
I’m finally a collared kitten! Master and I have been exploring an Owner/pet dynamic since early this year when they beat my ass until it was vibrant black and purple. From our first pet play scene, we’ve had quite a few adventures, from making a chocolate mousse out of cum to giving my darling road head in the rural, conservative prairies of Saskatchewan. But the biggest adventure happened just a few weeks ago with a piece of custom leatherwork, an o-ring, and some witchcraft.
A collaring ceremony itself is simple in design: the dominant puts a collar on the submissive and the submissive is officially theirs. However, there’s a lot of nuances involved — and I like nuance.
In the BDSM community, ‘collaring’ is often thought to be akin to marriage — an exclusive relationship meant to last forever, be all encompassing, and carrying a sense of private ownership. While this idea works perfectly fine for many people, Nillin doesn’t exactly follow a normative relationship style with their partners — and neither do I — so it shouldn’t be a surprise that we don’t think of ‘collaring’ in that way. For us, it’s an affirmation of a relationship that was already there: an explicitly non-monogamous arrangement where Nillin controls certain aspects of my life and I look up to them for guidance, all while exploring that ownership in a way we can always laugh about. Our dynamic was something that we already felt strongly, and we wanted to acknowledge its presence.
I also wanted the ceremony to have witchy elements, as I practice neopagan witchcraft (I’m a nondenominational atheistic neopagan, for the paganism nerds out there). Nillin was very cool with and genuinely excited about this idea, so I started drawing up the details.
Meanwhile, we picked out and ordered the collar. It was custom made, and we designed it together. It’s teal and black leather with dark teal stitching, an o-ring on the front, and two d-rings on either side; all of the metal appointments are a stark, matte black oxide. The collar is wide enough to be distinctly noticeable, but thin enough for daily wear. It’s the exact collar I wanted, which paired perfectly with the best owner I could possibly have.
Once the details were in place, we waited for the perfect day: a brisk autumn evening with bright, waxing gibbous moon high in the sky. A waxing gibbous moon, to me, is something growing and about to reach completion. The cool autumn night signaled a mere perfunctory change to winter; our ceremony wasn’t the start of something new, but a gesture of ongoing evolution.
We lucked out and were about to rent the mansion for the night — a place we both have fond memories of. We spent the early parts of the evening bonding together in the massive home, filling it with our love for each other. We had supper, talked, laughed, cuddled, swam in the pool, and took a shower together. It was the usual queerplatonic fare for us, but the anticipation of what was to come added an electric undertone.
The Ceremony
We scouted out the mansion and found the perfect spot for the ceremony: the fire-place mantle in the main bedroom. I started to prepare our newfound altar while explaining the significance to Nillin. You can check out the details of the ceremony and the significance of everything if you’re interested in them, but I’ll spare them here for narrative effect. We started the ceremony by burning lavender and lilac while each of us affirmed our freely given consent to participate. With the thick scent of honey and earth, we presented our vows to each other and lit a candle to signify the power for dynamic.
Raven: I, Raven, pledge to serve Nillin as their kitten, with them as my Master.
I will be theirs to train, to torture, and to love as they see fit. I promise to be honest and to openly and completely communicate my feelings with our relationship and our play.
I will, to the best of my abilities, make myself worthy of their dominance.
Nillin: I, Nillin, pledge to care for Raven as their Master, with them as my kitten.
I will cherish them and be there to inflict pleasure, to fulfill their needs, and to punish them as they so deserve.
I will always be vigilant and mindful of their mental, emotional, and physical safety at all times.
I promise to learn and grow as their Master, and to continually earn the privilege of that role.
Nillin presented the collar to me and asked if this relationship was what I wanted. My submissive side had wanted to be owned so badly my heart had ached in its absence. Nillin makes me feel complete in a way most wouldn’t even understand —they are the sort of loving, nurturing person to whom I want to give this part of me. I got down on my knees and said ”Yes, Master” — this was everything I had wanted for so very long, and excitement welled inside me. I lifted my hair to expose my neck, quivering at my Master’s feet. Nillin wrapped the soft leather collar around me, and I was theirs.
Master: As long as our lives are intertwined, you will belong to me in body and mind, to be cherished and used however I see fit.
Master also presented me with a new name to replace my common one within our dynamic. We’ve decided to keep that part private, though, so I’m afraid I can’t tell you what it is.
Cherished and Used
Once the ceremony was over, Master led me to the large bed of the main bedroom. They stopped me at the bed’s edge with a sharp tug on my hair. Master leaned in close and growled in my ear to lie down and present my ass to them. I mindlessly complied, getting on my knees and revealing my tight hole with my hands.
Master lubed their girl cock while teasing me with their fingers. As I moaned, they grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up, ordering me to watch myself in the headboard mirror as they fucked me. I watched my face light up with pleasure and I moaned even louder. Master gave me thrust after thrust, each one shaking the bed while my cries shook the walls.
I wanted them to cum in me so badly, and I begged them for it, but they stopped. ”I want to savour this, pet, and I’m going to edge you until I’m ready,” Master hissed in my ear. They began thrusting again, only to stop as my yells became desperate.
It repeated over and over — fucking, moaning, begging, denying — until my agony was ringing clear through the entire mansion. Their kitten was a sobbing, blubbering mess — broken between my desire to obey and my need to be bred.
My Master’s cries began to join my own, growing louder and more primal. They thrusted deeper into me. Master groaned and yelled, and I felt their girl cock twitch and streaks of cum squirt inside me. After one final thrust, Master slowly pulled out of my spent body. I collapsed, lost in the bliss of knowing that I was completely theirs.
HOT! And remarkably touching. Congratulations to the both of you! ❤
Thank you SO much, Sarah! We’re pretty ecstatic, and our dynamic just keeps growing and giving every day!
The writing in this post was so good, not only was it arousing but it was romantic too.
Congrats to you guys!
I hope you enjoy it
Thank you so much for the kind words, we’re really glad that you enjoyed the read!
Beautifully done
congrats
lovely collar
Thanks, slave sindee!