Swallow Ch. 04

swallow Ch. 04 – swallow ‘s Collaring

(c) 1997 LordFalco

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It was one of those cool spring weekend mornings that I woke to the pleasant sensation of a small hand sensuously stroking my morning erection.

Opening one sleepy eye, I looked below at the naked figure curled up in my arms. Her concentration was on my cock, stroking it gently in her delicate hands. She was usually a late sleeper. But today, she seemed to have found something to wake up to.

“Mmmm,” I sighed with a smile. “A wonderful good morning to you, my swallow.”

She looked up with a grin. “You’re an early riser for the weekend, my Lord.”

I groaned. Playfully spanking her exposed ass, I growled lovingly, “Saucy little wench! Stop playing with your breakfast.”

I pulled her close to me, warming her from the chill of the morning and nuzzling into the familiar bouquet of her red hair, and neck before passionately kissing her. She continued her ministrations with long gentle strokes. I gazed along her pale arms, lightly freckled, contrasting with the black leather wrist cuffs which she wore in bed and out. They were like a second skin to her, and she had once admitted she felt so different not wearing them.

“Do you realize how long we’ve been together now, little one?”

“Over two years for sure, my Lord. And I’ve loved every minute of it with you.”

“Yet, you still remain uncollared.”

“Yes, my Lord,” she answered, stopping her hands and looking up at me. ” I do want to wear your collar some day, but not until you think I am ready for it.”

I gazed back into her green eyes. “Do you think you are ready?”

“My heart, my soul and my body is devoted to you, my Lord. Never in my life have I connected so well and so close to another person as yourself.” Her words filled my heart with warmth. “And you, my Lord? Am I what you expect your sub to be?”

I embraced her close. “Yes… Yes, you are all that I want in a sub, and more. You’ve been my sub, my friend, and my lover with total dedication and devotion. And even your little fits of mischief and troublemaking make you all the more challenging and fun to call my own.”

She blushed. “I’m sorry that I’m not so perfect a sub, my Lord.”

“No, no,” I explained. “That’s all part of the fun and enjoyment of it all. In my eyes you are perfection,” I whispered into her ears as I gently stroked the velvet skin of her throat. “And you, my swallow, are ready for your collar.”

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I walked into the living room where she knelt quietly in front of the crackling fire. The setting sun painted the darkening blue skies with splashes of orange and red, receding to the black darkness of approaching night.

Despite my pronouncement that morning, I did not proceed immediately to collar her. And now, with the arrival of dusk, the tension and anticipation on her were plainly evident. Shortly after we had dinner, I had instructed her to stoke a fire, and then kneel to wait for me in silence. She obeyed well, of course. An hour later, I was still doing my little chores, prolonging her wait.

Eyes downcast, she obeyed silently, but each time I passed her, she mewled softly like a kitten. It was the only sound she knew I would tolerate without punishing her when ordered to be silent. Finally, knowing she had waited long enough, I walked into the living room, the leather collar in my hand.

It was a simple collar, for I believed in the elegance of simplicity. Cut from Latigo leather and dyed black like her cuffs, it’s ends were one inch wide for the strap and buckle, but it spread into an inverted triangular taper. At the center point hung a stainless steel D-ring which provided a place to tie something, such as a leash. Stamped deep into the facing was my symbolic falcon. Once worn, it would tell any person seeing her who she belonged to.

I approached behind her. Going to one knee, I touched her shoulders and brushed my hand down her back. Her posture was perfection. Indeed, she endured many bare bottom spankings before reaching this stage. Now, it was instinctive to kneel or sit like this, without even thinking of it, whether it be on the floor awaiting to pleasure me, or in the office, working. One hand cupped a breast as the other slipped between her open thighs. A finger parted those hairless lips, feeling her heat. “My little swallow,” I greeted her in my typical way as her Dom, listening to a deep purr emit from her throat.

I moved to my easy chair by the fire, and looked over her perfect supple body, bathed in flickering golds, reds and yellows by the firelight. I loved her body, and spent many evenings and weekends caressing her. I loved to explore her feminine nooks and crannies which my stroking and licking would make her sigh with pleasure, and the fleshy hills and valleys which I struck in play and in punishment. I had to smile contentedly when I thought of her, curled up against me in a fetal sleeping position, wrapped in my arms, night after night.

Her small stature was a poor representation of the bundle of life and energy that really was swallow. And I knew that we were made for each other.

“Come and kneel before me,” I spoke simply. I had rehearsed in my mind many different ways of doing this, but like I said, I tended to prefer simplicity.

She scurried to obey. Though she was not exercising, or working hard, her breaths were short and rapid, indicating her nervousness.

“In the time we have spent as Dom and sub, you have proven your capability to learn, and to serve,” I started. “You have demonstrated love, passion, dedication, and devotion. Thus to you, my swallow, I now collar you as my one true sub, just as you shall call me your one true Dom. My sub whom I will continue to love, and cherish, to punish your wrongs and reward your rights.” I leaned forward, and affixed the collar around her neck. The collar fit snugly, and D-ring sat just above the slope of her breasts.

I sat back into my chair, looking down at my complete submissive who wore my cuffs, and my collar.

She answered in a small quiet whisper, her voice cracking with emotion. “This sub is honoured to receive your collar, my Lord. I will love and obey you with all my heart, and will strive for the perfection of my submission to you,” she said.

My hand reached out to caress her cheek, and felt the wetness of a tear. I tilted her face up. Those gorgeous green eyes, which I always loved to stare into, brimmed with tears, but they were not of punishment, but of her joy. I smiled at her, and kissed her. She was now totally mine.

***

She walked sensuously back into the living room from the kitchen, a delicious movement which included a gentle sway in her hips as her bare feet glided across the hardwood floor. Her walk could make a dead man rise, let alone me; I was rock hard just watching her. After her collaring, I attached a small sleigh bell onto her collar with a green ribbon. It jingled as she moved and she took great pleasure in making it ring with her steps.

Holding a ceramic mug in both hands, she moved with fluidity from standing to kneeling position in a single graceful movement, as effortlessly as a swan coming to rest on the water from flight. I made her practice that movement, over and over, until we were both happy with it. The day she had managed to do it in perfect sequence, she had let out a great whoop of glee, an act which was unbecoming of a sub but which I overlooked with understanding, letting her off with just a scolding.

It was a mug of rich rum and cocoa, and its chocolate scent filled the room. She held the mug close between her breasts. She brought the mug up to her lips, and placed a light kiss on its rim. Then, extending her arms, she offered the drink to me. “My Lord, this sub serves you your drink as commanded.”

I took the cocoa from her, bringing it to my lips to sip that warming drink. “Thank you, my swallow. Run and get yours and come back to sit with me.”

She beamed. “Thank you, my Lord.” She moved back to her feet, jingling and swaying her hips back to the kitchen. She returned with her own mug, and knelt quietly beside me and we enjoyed the warmth of the crackling fire together.

My hand wandered out and lovingly touched her cheek, gently stroking her neck beneath her collar. My fingers danced over her shoulders along her straight back, riding over the groove of her spine, ending at her tail bone. Then I moved my hand around, to feather light strokes on her breast, along the slope, the side, and beneath it. A finger traced the perimeter that way, spiraling inwards until the finger whirled over her nipples, which stood erect at my touch.

She sighed in pleasure at my touch, leaning into my caresses and nuzzling my hand. A deep throated purr sounded from deep within her. Swallow enjoyed touching, and being touched, as much as I did. We both considered our skin to be a big sensual playground and delighted each other mutually in stroking, feeling, and kissing our skin.

I set my mug down, and tugged on the little bell on her collar. “Come snuggle in my lap, my little collared swallow.”

She jumped at the command, of course. It was one of her favourite pastimes which I occasionally allowed her. She nestled her luscious ass into my groin, grinding herself as if trying to locate a comfortable spot, draping her legs over mine, and pressing herself into my arms and body.

There was a satisfied smile on her lips as she sipped her drink. “My Lord, you don’t know just how happy I am now. Enjoying the comfort of your embrace. Being your sub. And with my submission completed with your collar. I don’t ever want this to end!’

I nuzzled neck while her red hair tickled my nose. Her scent always drove me wild, and I was sure she could feel my stirring cock beneath her. My lips placed soft sucking kisses on her neck, my tongue tracing little strokes just beneath her collar. Moving only slightly, I nibbled one dainty earlobe.

“Ohhh!” came her purr of pleasure.

Looking down, I could see the quickening of her heartbeat. My hand reached to cup a breast. I loved her breasts. They fit my hand perfectly, neither too large nor too small. I squeezed it, feeling the firm flesh. Her nipple were in perfect position to be stroked and teased. And in the cool spring night, they jutted out hard and perky. I rolled it between my thumb and finger, tugged it, and pressed it, eliciting gasps and a delectable wiggle from her.