Colin was right – the dye he used in Henna Collar lasted a full month and a few days. Of course, I helped that along by taking excellent care of the temporary tattoo. During the last month, I was also Colin’s 24/7 submissive. He limited my clothing selection (which saved me a ton of stress and hours of deliberating about what to wear!) and worked on adapting my nipples more. To be honest, I didn’t think I’d like any of it as much as I did!

We began a month ago by going through my closet and eliminating clothing that he didn’t care for. Oddly enough, it was mostly clothing I hadn’t worn often because I didn’t care for it either! He also wanted to ‘climatize’ my nipples (which have always been ridiculously sensitive) to harder, rougher play. I agreed to give it a go.

He started this simply by rubbing and tugging gently on my nipples at every given opportunity. By the end of the first week, I got wet when he LOOKED at my nipples! He then had me be topless most of the time we were together (in private!). He had me wear nipple jewelry which was attached by an adjustable loop around my nips. He began to suck and then nip a bit on my red buds. I actually began to edge!

Finally, after I began to beg for MORE, Colin pulled out the big guns. he went slowly at first, checking with me often to make sure I wasn’t in too much pain. He began with adjustable clamps then moved on to clothespins, weighted clamps, biting with his teeth, then clover clamps (which I couldn’t tolerate – yet). He refused to actually fuck me until I’d come at least once with just nipple manipulation and finger fucking. This week, he took away the finger fucking. I had to come with just the nipple treatment before he’d actually give me his cock. Now, I find it a little difficult to come WITHOUT some nipple play!

I LOVE this!!!!

I feel like I’m on edge (the good kind of edging) all freaking day!

As to the henna collar, I liked it, but after the first week, I wanted more. I was grateful that every outfit of mine that Colin approved was low neck – either a deep V, backless, or a high V (work related). People would look at my collar of henna appreciatively. A few even asked about its significance which I proudly and truthfully explained. One person made a disparaging comment, but everyone else nodded and smiled, accepting the reason without even a raised eyebrow. Every time I caught a glimpse of it, I smiled as well. I couldn’t stop myself from touching it.

As it slowly faded, I found myself desperately wanting it to last. Finally, I wanted it gone. Why? Because I knew that when it was gone I could admit that I wanted, desperately needed, to wear Colin’s real collar.

Last night, he gave it to me. He’d chosen one of the five I had chosen. As the 14k gold encircled my neck and I heard Colin tighten the locking device on the latch, I felt a deep sense of peace come over me.

I BELONGED to Colin, and he to me. I’d always known this deep down. Now, the world will know it as well.