Free Dominique by Sir Nathan Page B

  They were shaking as she whispered, “This girl is s-so happy to hear that, S-Sir.”
          “It is my wish for you to be mine.   Is it your wish also?”
          “I ... This girl feels yours already, S-Sir.”
          I smiled softly as she raised her blue eyes to mine.   “It is my wish to be known as your Master.   Is it your wish also?”
          She began shivering more obviously as she struggled for words.   “It ... It is, S-Sir.”
          “Turn and face the fire.   I will remove your training collar.”   I don’t know what was going through her mind at that moment.   She shuffled around and sat back on her heels, straightening her back and breathing deeply.   She flinched as I touched her, taking her golden shoulders in my hands and caressing across the top of them.   She held her hair atop her head and I unbuckled the leather collar and slipped it off, laying it aside.   “Before the fire is your jewellery box.   Fetch it, and return to me.”

    Oh, my God!   Oh, my God!   Oh, my God!   Oh, my God!   I hadn’t even noticed it but there it was.   Shaking like a leaf, I crawled over to the fire and picked up the jewellery box and crawled back, my eyes filling with tears.
          “Kneel for me.   Place it before you,” he instructed.
          “Y-Yes, Sir,” I said, doing as he asked and looking up at him.
          “A collar has four functions.   The first is to make you easier to tether.”   He winked and I shivered, a smile spreading across my face.   “The second is to visibly identify you as a submissive.   And the third is to impress your submissiveness on you ... to remind you of who you are.   These things you have experienced with your training collar.   I have decided your training period is now at an end.”
          “Wow,” I whispered.
          He smiled before continuing.   “The fourth and final function of the collar is that it identifies you as mine.   By wearing this collar, you are mine , Dominique.   And you are mine until such time as we mutually agree to part company.   Only in extreme circumstances would this requirement be waived, such as extreme misbehaviour or finding out I was married or something.   Which I’m not, by the way.”   He winked again.   “In accepting this collar, you accept me as your one and only dominant, the one you obey and respect, the one to whom you have given the gift of your submission.”
          “Y-Yes, Sir,” I said, a little to eagerly.
          “It is important you offer your collar to me, pet.   Open the box.”   I did and gasped, a tear falling down my cheek.   “Take it out.”
          Reaching inside, I picked up the heavy, white leather collar in my fingers, eyes wide.   The shiny silver rings and studs sparkled in the firelight and my heart ballooned in my chest.   “Oh,” squeaked out of me unintentionally as I raised it to him, bowing my head.
          “Thank you, pet,” he whispered, accepting my offering.   I rested the back of my hands on my thighs and kneeled up straight, looking down and trying not to cry.   “Repeat after me, using your own words.   He is Master, I am his .”
          “Y-You are Master, th -this girl is yours, Sir,” I breathed, my voice cracking with emotion.
          “ He is owner, I am owned .”
          “You are this girl’s o-owner, she is ... owned by you.”
          “ He commands, I obey .”
          “You command her, and this g-girl obeys.”
          “ He is to be pleased, and I am to please ”
          “Y-You are to be pleased, and this girl will please you.”
          “ Because He is Master, and I am his .”
          “Because you are this girl’s Master, and sh -she is yours.”
          “Good girl,” he said.   “Relax, Dominique.”
          Raising my eyes to his, I was met by a beaming smile and I burst into tears.