Collaring Vows
I love the idea of collaring vows. Like wedding vows, but for all the kinky things we promise each other that we can't say at a wedding.
I can imagine her kneeling there naked how I taught her to kneel while I hold an open collar in front of her. I'm dressed nicely with some of my most handsome clothes and a freshly trimmed beard and haircut with my favorite cologne.
She's wearing no clothing to symbolize the submissive role she will take in the relationship. But she's done her hair all fancy, every nail manicured and coordinated, body hair groomed to how we like it, perfume wafting, she's done her makeup how she likes it, her skin is soft, and she has the faint shimmer of a subtle body glitter all over her. She's right there kneeling at my feet, like a beautiful sparkly present under the tree.
I start reading the promises we wrote together for this moment, commitments of dominance and submission that we find to be truths about ourselves and the relationship that bring us fulfillment. And after every vow, she looks up at me and makes the same promise I just did until we do this for all of our vows. We sign the paper with our vows. It's not legally binding, just a very special keepsake for us and this special moment we've created together for just the two of us to share.
Then I lock the collar around her neck and we share our first collared kiss. And probably our first collared spanking too, among other festivities. π
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