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‘Welcome back. You were gone for four hours in total. And during that time you must have orgasmed at least eight times. You did well. To complete your slavehood, however, a ceremony of commitment will happen some time soon. Then we’ll sign a contract and you will be marked and named.’

She was aware they were laughing at her confusion. Sub-space still held her and she could easily slide back. It was a place not easy to completely relinquish, but then again, why would she want to when it held so much more? The feeling it offered was other-worldly, holding, nurturing, carrying, in a sanctuary from which ideally you would never want to return.

But then they were drawing her back to reality, to the state of being as slave. And now she laughed with them, aware of a strange kind of emptiness inside. It was not an unpleasant sensation. A leftover, she suspected, from the sub-space experience. A reminder perhaps of what had been; a reminder enticing her back if she was able. She knew from what they were saying she was finally being accepted into their life, the life she had chosen, and that she would become a full participative ‘partner’ in the relationship they shared.

‘Right now you have an invitation to join us for dinner. And you will discover that there are many parts to our union. But let it come as a surprise, a gift of the heart, this time from us to you. First we will bathe.’

The two men washed her; one her back, the other her front. Then Abi lathered gel on her hands and in turn massaged them as they had done her. They chattered and laughed, sometimes musing over things that had happened, at other times talking of the walks she had discovered, favourite sights and sounds.

Dinner was held in a grand room somewhere downstairs. Great oak panels added a hint of a Victorian era, and as the sun set outside, bowing its head in memory of a perfect day, heavy layered drapes were drawn. Abi wore the dress of their first meeting, the collar of slavehood around her neck. It felt strange wearing clothes. Now her nakedness was the most natural thing in the world. But under the table she felt Shadow pull gently on her legs until they rested apart.

He watched her movements, the expression on her face, the way she held herself, the words she used in conversation with them. And she was reminded of her true position in the household; slave, there for pleasure and pleasing... and to obey.

That night they took her as lovers. Their hands gentle, they released her emotion slowly, arousing her senses, giving themselves as she had to them.

Finally they slept, together in the bed where she often slept alone. And her dreams came of flying, reaching across the horizon, embracing what was yet to come.

Reaching Beyond What Is... To What Could Be

Christmas was a lavish affair. Abi was allowed to dress a large tree in the room in which they had dined. And to her Chamber were brought all manner of decorations and baubles and beads, together with a small ornate tree in the shape of a heart. On the day itself she was woken early by the sound of bells, and discovered Santa had filled a stocking with all kinds of childlike sweets and surprises left at the foot of her bed. Pleasant hours were filled with the sharing of gifts, listening to music, and eating a feast fit for royalty. Her wardrobe and drawers were stocked with matching underwear and dresses, as well as a strange array of fetish wear mostly in black and silver, with the most beautiful basque she had ever seen, a zip riding the front. She yearned to try it, to put it on, and in doing so felt radiantly different, her sexuality flooding through her whole being, leaving her breathless with desire and a fire burning deep in her belly, spreading through her pussy, making it wet.

And yet, in amongst all the merrymaking, was the shadow of an even greater occasion, The Calling Ritual, official ceremony and acceptance of Abi to her calling as slave.

No one talked about it, or even answered questions which preyed on her mind. But then, on the eve of a new year, Shadow and Dream Catcher came to her Chamber.

‘It is time,’ began Dream Catcher, ‘to prepare for the end of one journey and the beginning of another. Over the next few weeks there will be much to do, and you will be assigned tasks to complete as befits your calling. April was the month in which you gave yourself to us, and it will be April one year on, a time of new growth, new beginnings, when we will complete this contract between us. Are you ready to fully commit?’

Abi stood naked, legs apart, hands behind her back, right over left, as she had been taught. ‘Yes, Master, I am ready. But...’ She hesitated, knowing it was not usual to question her Master. ‘May I ask something?’

Dream Catcher exchanged a look with Shadow, knowing what her question would be, but wanting her to ask it herself. ‘Yes, you may ask.’

‘Am I to serve two Masters, you and Shadow?’

It had come to her a while ago. Shadow was more than a trainer and companion. He worked with Dream Catcher. He appeared his equal, with his equally commanding presence and air of authority, demanding respect and absolute obedience from her. In her eyes, he had become a Master too.

‘You have observed well. Yes, there will be two. You will be our slave. And yet the relationship is not quite as clear cut as you suspect. There are things you are not aware of and do not know, and it is not necessary that you do know everything.’

Abi accepted the words, perhaps not needing to understand their full meaning, and smiled across at Shadow to show there was no ill will meant by her question. ‘I’m glad this is the way. Thank you. Thank you for giving me... life.’

She was too taken up with her own thoughts and feelings to hear the undercurrent in his words. An ocean of tears was ready to flood her eyes, and a joy, a vibrant warmth was already filling her body in the certain knowledge she was to live the dream she had craved after for so long.

‘You mean so much to me; both of you. This past year has been the best of my whole life. I feel so liberated, so free, so protected, so loved... and yet I am controlled. I don’t fully understand all the implications, but then I don’t need to. I simply welcome the experience and want to carry it on.’

They embraced her then, each in turn. And it was Shadow who broke the silence. ‘You will become a fully fledged slave. But that will take nothing away from the fact that you are also our friend, our lover, our soul mate. Together we become the One, the Whole. And it is together we will agree final arrangements and prepare for a ceremony in celebration of all that has been, and what will be for the future.’

Dream Catcher withdrew a sheaf of papers from a case. ‘Let us begin. Sit with us. We will explain.’ He waited while she sat at the table, before spreading papers before him.

‘The way a Master and slave commit to one another is special and unique to them, to commemorate the very special relationship between them. But there can be three main elements to the commitment. A Contract. A Marking. A Collaring Ceremony, otherwise known as a Calling Ritual. The collaring of a slave by her Master is a serious affair. It’s like a wedding, a marriage between them, with vows as befits their relationship decided beforehand. The basics should be included - devotion, honesty, trustworthiness, love, and the promise to remain faithful and not participate in any play with another without his, or in this case our, express permission. The slave’s body, mind and soul become those of her Master, and in return the Master - or in this case, Masters - will promise in turn to love and protect and care for that body, mind and soul, until death do us part. In which case there are provisions to turn the slave over to a benefactor, as in a will. The vows should reflect the depth of their relationship and the unique love that is between a submissive slave and Master.

‘The Collaring Ceremony is more meaningful than marriage. It is a commitment between them, bound by a contract. And more, for the slave it is a calling. For she is giving herself - everything she is, everything she has - in service to her Master.

‘You should also know this; a slave cannot get out of this ‘marriage’ as easily as any ordinary couple get divorced. A slave is collared and marked as a sign that she belongs to him, that he alone is responsible for her. The marking will be such that it will show her as a true slave, and will be unique to the Master who takes her. He will also give her a slave name by which she will be known from that point on. Mind you, there are provisions made, in the event of problems, for annulment of the collaring, but this has to be very serious indeed.’

Dream Catcher leant forward, catching Abi’s face in his hands. His touch was gentle, as he brought her face to his. ‘Do you hear and understand these things which have been explained to you?’

She nodded, still digesting the information.

‘Are you certain this is what you want? It is not too late at this point to simply walk away. I have continued to pay for the upkeep of your home and it is there for you if you should wish to return. But you need to say now, for once this ceremony has taken place...’

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