The collaring of Roger (part 2)

As ordered I didn’t touch myself over the next few days, but it was difficult. All I could think about was the exquisite dominant lady that had forced me onto the floor at work to lick her boots. What a woman , all I could think about was her and how i might serve her again, I went up  to the executive floor many times at work, any excuse to try and see her, but she either ignored me or cast me a withering glance ad if I was a piece of shit on her shoe. Such was my feverish state I began to imagine it hadn’t happened at all.

On Thursday I texted her number as instructed, saying it was me, and where was I to go to the following day. No answer at all that day and just as I was about to  give up and go to bed a text popped up. It said, “Slave r, You have been brave and made the 1st step on your journey towards Me, the Goddess. The path will be painful and severe, as I demand suffering and tears in return for my tutelage and guidance. Bow and kiss the ground and thank me for this message” she included the address and what time I was to be there the following evening. Even though She would never know if I did it or not I found myself kneeling and  then quickly kissed the ground and Said  the words “Thank You Doamna”. I felt  kind of stupid doing this there on my own, but I also had a massive stiff hard on, all I could think of was being allowed again to run my tongue over her shiny leather boots, my cock throbbed.

The next day passed in a blur, I took the afternoon off work and found myself parking my car around the corner from where She had instructed me to go. It was 7.55, I was told to be there at  8 o’ clock sharp. At 8 i walked up the pathway to Her door and rang the bell. No answer. I waited there for 5 minutes, then another 5, I thought maybe I had the wrong house. Just as I was turning to go I heard the unmistakable click clack of high heels walking on a wooden floor. I swallowed hard, did I really know that I was getting into, I started to sweat.

The door swung open and there She was, my Doamna, she wore a house coat but you could see underneath her wonderful attire, the classic femdom ensemble of thigh high boots and latex catsuit. She was a sight to behold. “Enter slave r” she said, an all knowing smile flashing across her beautiful face, her eyes burning into my soul. I had to avert my gaze. She closed the door quietly, took my face in her hand, raised my chin and said “what is it boy, you cannot even look at me in all my glory?” She laughed, “Now kneel, your head must be below mine at all times. Well good of you to show up but you had no choice really did you? You are a fly slowly entering my web by your own choice.” She let the house coat slip to the floor and turned to walk, I caught sight of a zip in the catsuit running from the front of her divine crotch right around and under her magnificent ass, I gulped again. “Pick up that house coat in your mouth slave and crawl down the corridor to my chambers, very good you will learn all my pet.”

I followed her as best I could, the corridors tiles although wooden were cold and hard and hurt my knees. We arrived at a large medieval looking metal door. She turned to me and said “Are you sure Slave r that you are ready to pass through this entrance gate? On doing so there is no going back , I am not forcing you, you enter by your own free will, but once inside you will be mine and manipulated and moulded into the male object I want You to be. You will be reborn, are  you truly ready to suffer and cry real tears? for you must endure physical sacrifice to prove your devotion to me.” I was feverish now, and starting to tremble in anticipation and longing with the thought of serving this incredible woman. In an instant I pondered my fate, and in an instant I raised my face from below her and said “Dear Doamna, I beg You to allow me to cross this threshold and begin my journey into Your femdom universe. Everything else will cease to exist when in your presence, I beg for your guidance in showing me the true path to your ownership and ultimate rule over my being, please may I run my tongue over Your boot….? “

Mistress Ezada Sinn stood over me her hands on her hips, her eyes looking right through me, looking me up and down her thigh high boot 6 inches from me.  She simply opened the door, walked through it and turned to face me, a slight smile playing across her beautiful Romanian face. Surely this woman was  descended from Transylvanian royalty. I crawled across the entrance gate all the while gazing at Doamna, for I was bewitched, under her spell, her smile grew, and a cruel look entered her eyes, she slowly closed the door behind me. The start of my new life, my rebirth.

It was dark in the interior, with a red glow from some down lighting and the smell of scented candles. As my eyes grew accustomed to the light the first feature I noticed was a raised platform in the centre of the room, on this was a silver throne, fashioned after a medieval throne but silver and modern. It had silver hoops  attached to the front and a seat that had a circular wooden hole in it. I gulped again and bowed my head.

“Now strip off naked boy” She ordered, her voice matter of fact but strict, “I want to inspect the goods”. I quickly stripped down to my underpants, discarded my clothes to the side and looked down at the floor, all the while I could feel Her eyes observing me, it was humiliating stripping like as if in a prison in front of another person, especially a beautiful haughty Goddess. She walked around me slowly, her hands on her hips, Her high heels clicking on the stone floor, circling Her newly acquired property. I was but a chattel now, some goods bought at auction for Her to do with as She pleased. My face burned red with embarrassment but my cock throbbed and lurched in my pants of its own free will. She laughed, “oh You silly boy” She tutted tutted, and then harshly “I said strip, take off your underpants as well so I can see all of the goods,  do it NOW”! I quickly removed my pants and knelt before Her for inspection. “Hmm, not a bad body”She said almost to herself as if I wasn’t there, “cock isn’t a bad size, 6 and a half inches, but it will be mostly caged anyway, balls aren’t bad, big enough for my crop, clothes pegs, or whatever weights I attach”. She circled me again and then suddenly grabbed my head and forced my head back “open your slave  mouth, I want to inspect your mouth and teeth, just like a farmyard animal ha ha”, she cruelly laughed as she forced her gloved hands into my mouth prised  it open and inspected my teeth. I felt violated but still my cock ached and twitched. “Yes not bad slave, but now I want to see your other hole, your ass, it belongs to me now so bend  over and spread those ass cheeks”.  I did  as She commanded and bent over both my hands spreading my cheeks wide so She could inspect my asshole. I felt utterly humiliated by now, also confused but also wildly aroused. I was bent over submissively being inspected by this amazing otherworldly dominant Goddess who i had only met 3 days previously. She let her gloved hand tub off my nipples as she circled around to inspect me. “it looks very tight to me slave, an anal  virgin no doubt, is that correct”? …”Yes Doamna, I stammered…”….. “What’s that boy? She said gleefully revelling in my humiliation”….”Yes I am an ass Virgin Doamna, nothing has been up there before”. “Ha, I love it, I will take great delight deflowering your tight little cherry asshole, I will spend a whole afternoon dedicated to it with many of my wonderful strap ons, you will learn to love being pegged by your Goddess, ok enough now to the business at hand”.

Mistress Ezada said nothing but simply grabbed me gently by the hair and walked past me, I crawled  behind, the tug on my hair jolting me back to reality. She took her rightful place upon her throne, crossed her legs and simply pointed at her booted heel. The instruction was simple, I leaned forward and ran my slave tongue over her leather boot, the taste of leather and dirt from the floor was exhilarating, I had dreamed of this moment the past few days and could feel myself entering a trance like state. I heard from above a beautifully husky voice command ” do it properly, take the heel in your mouth and suck it” her voice was sterner now, the demand more forceful.

It was time to be properly initiated into slavehood. Maybe a few years later I would be branded with her initials as a sign of her ownership of me? but now the bond that would tie us together would be that of a collar around my neck. This would symbolise that I was owned by Her, and when wearing it i was merely her dog on a leash. She did not say this but I instinctively knew that She now wanted to place her collar around my servile neck.  She reached for the collar from the arm of the throne and now uncrossing  her legs she placed the collar in her lap, She simply pointed at it, no words were needed. As I reached forward I heard again her sexy foreign accent “Hmm, no not yet, lets savour the moment for it is a very special and sacred one, down and lick my boots again, this time from the bottom to the top of my thigh boots, quick long strokes with your filthy slave tongue.” I spent a long time licking her boots and mouthing her heels, then she ordered me to slowly with tiny kisses cover every inch of her thigh high boots. I could feel my Doamna restlessly shift her ass occasionally above me and knew she was getting very aroused by my servile display, her mere property kneeling before her worshipping her boots, what  power She must have felt. As I occasionally licked near the top of her thigh highs I could detect the sweet aroma of her pussy though her catsuit, this drove me wild and made me lick the leather more vigously. She toyed and played with me like this for about 30 minutes, my slave tongue ached. Finally She said “it is time”. She again reached for the collar and laid it in her lap. I placed my face on her lap the collar open beneath my neck. In that moment I felt an odd maternal feeling emanating from my Doamna and was again almost a little boy seeking guidance and reassurance from the eternal universal feminine figure. Doamna said these words “slave r, are you ready to receive your slave collar and wear it well? It is my symbol of ownership over You, Once  accepted You are  physically and spiritually bound to me forever throughout the ages. Even if I dismiss You at a later date You will still be mine in your own mind, are you ready to accept this and all it might entail? You will suffer real pain and tears in exchange for my guidance and training of your mind and body”.,there was a lull and silence as the true significance of her words echoed around the room. I was almost in a trance, I managed to blurt out “Yes Doamna, I accept my place beneath you as your slave and properly, it was fated to be, I was born to serve You and although not  knowing it my whole life so far has merely been a journey leading me to this point where I now bow down before You to enter the new light. Yes please Doamna, collar me and own me, take me as  your slave and follower”. With this I heard a click as the collar was closed about my neck. Doamna again raised my chin so my face looked up to hers, she said. “Now slave r, gaze upon the face of your new high Priestess and owner, I expect great things from You, you are lucky to be chosen from so many. Over the coming months you will be trained and tested to your limit, if You overcome these hurdles and move closer to me in understanding as the Goddess, and I have judged you to have cried enough tears and endured enough physical pain the rewards are ecstatic and limitless both physically and mentally” with that she attached a leash to my new collar and tethered me to one of the rings on the side of the throne. She rose and walked over to a cabinet built into the wall I had not noticed. She opened the doors, inside was a vast array of whips, canes, floggers, butt plugs, dildoes and  strap ons in varying sizes and colour, and many other gizmos and instruments I could only wonder what their purpose served, i gulped again, real fear now engulfing me. She selected  a crop and turned to face me hands on both hips a cruel smile crossing her lips, her heels clicked across the cold stone  floor as she approached me. I bowed my slave face to the floor…