On Wednesday night I gave the slave his permanent ankle cuffs and we both signed the contract in our blood. It was a very moving time for both of us... I hadn't planned out any kind of 'ceremony'; I felt as though there should have been one for such a significant thing, but in the end the ceremony created itself.
The slave is over the moon with his permanent cuffs - and so am I!
It's not the appearance that makes me so happy about them, but it makes us feel closer - I know I can always feel like I am with him anyway, even when we're physically apart, but the cuffs just emphasise that. Strangely enough, they actually make me feel a lot more aware of my responsibility towards him, and more protective - I think because I have something physically around him... I really can't describe how it feels, except that it feels great. *big dippy grin*
I lay in bed on Wednesday morning and gave him the same number of strokes of the crop as his age in years, just for a laugh and because it feels decadent *grin*... but last night was particularly special as he actually asked me to cane him - rare from my slave, as he is not a masochist at all. Some people would regard that as 'topping from the bottom', but I love it when he asks for pain - it is so special to me. *another dippy grin*
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yes mistress
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