On accepting a woman as my slave.
I’m dressed in all the Dom gear, which in my case consists of black jeans and a black tee-shirt, and the only actually bdsm-y thing is knee-high black boots with buckles all over them. I’m standing.
She is naked, and kneeling, leaning forward so her forehead touches the carpet. She’s not allowed to speak.
Me: Kiss my boots. Use your tongue.
While she obeys, I say: You walk with me, following me and beside me. I promise to lead you.
I raise one boot: Good girl. Now kiss the underside.
While she obeys, one boot at a time due to my inability to levitate, I say: You come into this new relationship between us as my slave. You are always beneath me. You obey, you show respect, and you never forget your enslaved status.
Me: Good girl. Now kiss my hands.
While she obeys, I say: You are in my hands now, as my property. My hands are for your punishment when you need it, and for pleasuring you, too.
Me: Good girl. Now, using only your mouth, unzip me, kiss my cock, and take it in your mouth.
While she obeys, I say: We’re together now, for your pleasure and for mine. You will please my cock in any way I tell you, and I will please you. We’re together for love and pleasure.
Me: Good girl. Now kiss my mouth.
After she’s obeyed, I say: You listen to me, as your master, and you do as you’re told. I will praise you often, and sometimes tell you to prepare for punishment. And I’ll kiss you often, and lick your perfect cunt.
Me: Good girl. My girl. My property, little slavegirl. Now get back on your knees. Bow your head.
While she kneels, I fit her collar.
That’s the ritual of formal enslavement. I’ve done it three times in my life. It marks the transition from one kind of relationship, even if it was already a bdsm relationship, to another. So it’s very formal.
I thought about how to mark it, they first time I entered a master/slave relationship. I felt that it should be very formal, and ritualistic, with each step and each aspect (like the fact that only I speak) having a clear meaning. It may seem flat, on the screen, but live, in the moment, it has power.
When it’s done the next step follows from the ritual, but isn’t defined by it. She’s allowed to speak again. What she wants might be a glass of wine, or a fuck. Or something fierce and harsh. When the ritual’s over, the moment dictates.