Since announcing, on 6 June, that I had been collared and was no longer seeking a Master, I have had a lot of questions about my new role and station in life. There have been questions about my Master and whether or not I can be used by others, or commanded by them. In light of all the questions and interest in my new role, I felt it was time I write a few Blog entries to answer some of the most asked questions and hopefully satisfy some of the curiosity. In this entry I will say a few things about my Master and describe the Collaring Ceremony and Celebration.

First of all, the man who has placed his collar on me is a man I have known for over 15 years. He has been one of my closest friends, a fuck buddy, a Dom and sometimes Master, and for the last few years, my employer. He is the one person I have always been submissive to, even to the point of cancelling my plans to satisfy his whims. In many ways, he was my Master, though he never saw himself in that role.

He probably knows me better than anybody else. He has always enjoyed sharing me, as well as watching me when I have been pleasing other men. He is not a cuckold as he remains in control and is the dominate one in just about every situation, yet he does enjoy watching when he gives me to other men. He has been that way since the day we met.

A few months before he actually collared me, he told me of his intentions. However, before he put the collar on me, he planned to have an addition built on his home which he referred to as The Slave Quarters. The plans had been drawn up, the local zoning approval had been gotten and the construction scheduled. I was afraid that COVID-19 restrictions were going to disrupt all the plans, but thanks to housing projects being classified as essential and the addition was listed as an apartment, everything went according to plans.

It took less than 2 months to complete the construction of the 3 bedroom apartment and get the furnishings delivered and installed. On the morning of 30 May I moved the last of my personal belongings into the Slave Quarters. That evening a number of invited guests came for a tour of the Slave Quarters, a collaring ceremony and a celebration of my being owned.

The finished basement of the Slave Quarters is one large room, referred to as the Playroom. At the time of my collaring it was not completely furnished, but had some seating and a couple of bondage apparatuses. More importantly, for the ceremony, it had built-in shackles, 3 sets of 4. The tour ended in the Playroom. As most of you know my normal attire is quite slutty and revealing, however, for the tour my Master had me completely dressed, even wearing panties, which I almost never wear.

As the guests gathered in a semi-circle, my Master called me to the center. While he fastened my collar around my neck, he declared that I was now his property and his slave. He then shackled my hands above my head, then pulled the ankle shackles from their recessed compartment in the floor and put them on me. With me shackled in a spread eagle, he began ripping away my clothing stating that slaves did not deserve clothes and must almost always be naked and accessible. When he had me stripped down to my thigh high stockings and heels, he declared that was how slaves should always be dressed.

He connected a chain dog lead to my collar, then adjusted the chains on my wrist shackles so my arms were held close to waist high. Using the lead, he pulled me forward and down until he connected the lead to the floor. I was bent over at the waist, with my head at about hip high, and my wrists slightly higher. He pulled his already hard cock from his pants, gripped my hair and pulled my face up, then shoved his cock into my mouth. As he pushed deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat he declared that my purpose would always be to serve free people and to be used for their pleasure. Obviously he had discussed the ceremony with others beforehand because within seconds another cock was pushing into my wet cunt.

For over an hour cock after cock pushed into my mouth and cunt. Nearly every one of them dumping their load in me and on me. I wondered how these men could all cum so quickly. Later I learned other women were bringing them close to erupting so they did not fuck me long before they could empty their loads.

I was finally released from the shackles, but was immediately locked in a pillory, in essentially the same position only with the pillory's support. Once my Master had me locked in place, he stepped behind me. Using the cum that had been dumped on my ass as lubricant, he was soon pushing his dick deep into my bowels, this time declaring that no hole or any part of a slave was off-limits. Moments later another cock pushed down my throat and the almost non-stop fucking of my holes resumed, this time including my ass.

I remained in the pillory for nearly 2 hours, by which time I was coated nearly from head to toe with cum. My Master released me from the pillory and lead me to a corner of the Playroom where he used a garden hose (cold water only) to rinse me off a bit. Following my rinsing, I was lead to the center of the room, put on my knees and told to service anyone who wanted service. The real gangbang began, which included a few cunts to lick, some cum-filled. During the gangbang it was not unusual for me to be servicing 4 or more cocks with my holes, hands and feet. More than once that required taking 2 cocks simultaneously in my pussy or ass, with another cock in the other of the 2 holes.

The celebration ended with a bukkake with at least ten cocks unloading on me. I was exhausted and a bit sore when it ended, but my Master proved his dominance by hammering my sore ass one more time before releasing me to get cleaned up and some rest.