Countdown to a Collaring - a slaves story
By Elizabeth Swan onAn ongoing true story of the willing relinquishment of his freedom to Queen Elizabeth Swan by her slave Part the Third in which slave learns to trust Queen Elizabeth without question As spring turned to summer, i continued to see more and more of Queen Elizabeth Swan and with a couple of exceptions, stopped visiting other dommes. When i did “stray”, there was little satisfaction as, hanging on another woman’s cross or feeling her clamps on my nipples, i just wished that it was my Queen tormenting me. At my request, my Queen acquired a remote control e stim machine and this became a central part of our play as She started my ongoing training in handling more and more pain. We even had a walk in a nearby park where i was wired up and grimacing whilst She grinned as She discreetly played with the controls. My Queen is indeed a sadist who takes pleasure in Her victim’s pain but she is ever watchful and caring. She ensures that she is not pushing Her slave too far and will often end a particularly painful incident with a gentle kiss. This need of Hers to enjoy my pain and my need to please Her came to a head one day when She mentioned that my tolerance levels had reduced since I first met Her. i immediately resolved to “man up” and I have done my best to keep a stiff upper lip and trust my Queen and accept whatsoever She wishes to do to me. She in return has gradually increased the pain levels and so we intend to continue. My fetish fantasies and initial play were all based around corporal punishment but i soon learned that, as i could not be marked, it was a fairly tame and unsatisfying experience and i longed to carry a Mistresses marks. i had long wished for the opportunity to push the boundaries and it occurred this July. i had to go abroad on my own for a week and arranged to meet my Queen for a session before leaving for the airport. She promised me that she would mark me but that the marks would go within five days. Despite my liking and admiration of my Queen, i was still unsure and we had considerable correspondence about this. i even went onto a fetish forum, where a Mistress told me to “trust my domme”. This i did and we agreed on three day’s marks. The day arrived and the caning, paddling and flogging that i received were what i had hoped for and very erotic. The marks, of course, were gone in three days and i look forward to my next trip away; with any luck it will be for two weeks. The purpose of this narration is that the marking and trust was a major turning point in how i viewed not just my Queen but my own reliance on Her and belief in Her. It was a huge stepping stone on the path to slavery.