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! Oh, and as a result of his being more attentive to me, I was absolutely more attentive to him! We had sex almost every day, but we were also far more affectionate with each other throughout the day.

Colin would run a hand down my back, hold my hand, or brush my hair off my shoulders in public. At home, he'd kiss me unexpectedly, pat my ass, and brush a finger over my nipples often. I responded in kind, reaching for his hand, responding to just a look or a word, accepting the kissing without my usual annoyance at being distracted, and looking forward to cuddling with him on the couch every night.

We began 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 on the condition that I could stop the situation at any time by using my safe word.

He started toughening my nipples 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, and 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 absolutely ADORE THIS!!!

As to the henna collar, I liked it, but after the first week, I wanted more. I was surprisingly 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.

We had our own private 'ceremony'. He was dressed in a pair of black trousers, and I in nothing at all.

"You are now locked to me," he murmured.

"I am, Colin. Will you also mark me?"

"I will. Back against the wall, place your hands on your head, feet wide apart. Do not look down."

Once in position, he first attached clamps onto my nipples. The pinch was intense yet welcome. I felt my wetness begin to coat my labia.

He put gloves on and picked up his tattoo gun. I WANTED to be permanently marked by his hand. No, it was stronger than want. I NEEDED to be marked. The collar was glorious, but it could be removed. I needed something that could not be removed.

The pain/pleasure of the clamps on my nipples and the directive of not looking down distracted my senses from the tattoo. He'd chosen the design as well as the location: my left hip. It didn't take long for the application. He then ordered me to kneel and remove his trousers. I was to show my commitment by worshiping his cock.

Gladly, I did so, struggling to keep my hands on my head. We'd practiced this several times, so I was able to go down somewhat gracefully. I was allowed to move my hands only to undress him, then back on my head they went. I could use only my mouth and tongue. Colin roughly pushed my head down, causing me to gag. He kept my head in place until I could relax my throat and begin actually sucking his cock. He then began to tweak my tortured nipples while I moved up and down his length, keeping my tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his length.

Just when I was sure my jaws would break, I heard him command: Balls.

I bent down and began to lick and kiss his balls, sucking one after the other gently into my mouth.

"Stop," he commanded. "Christ, but you're good at that. I don't want to come yet, though. On the bed, table position."

I scampered onto the bed and positioned myself on my hands and knees, back straight, being careful not to look down at the new tattoo. He was behind me in a wink, his cock thrust balls deep into my wet tunnel. He reached beneath me and adroitly removed the nipple clamps. I screamed as the blood rushed back into my swollen buds and the first wave of pleasure cascaded around me.

I heard him laugh as he pressed down on my shoulders, adjusting my position. He thrust in and out of my hot, wet pussy, demanding I give him my full submission. I came three more times before he grabbed my hair close to the scalp and pulled my head back.

"Whose are you?" he ground out.

"Yours!" I shouted.

"What can I do with you?"

"Whatever you want!"

And with that, he came, shooting his hot seed deep within my welcoming body. When he finished, he collapsed on top of my body, almost pressing down into the mattress. Instead, he wrapped an arm around my waist and tilted us to the side so that we spooned each other, his body pressed against my back.

"You are magical, my love. Give me a minute to recover, then, I want you to roll on your back. I need to put ointment and a dressing on the tat."

"Can I look at it?" I asked hesitantly.

"No, not yet. Give it a day for the redness and swelling to go down. Tomorrow, when I take off the dressing, you can see it then."

I nodded sleepily. Just to ensure my obedience, Colin slipped a sleep mask over my eyes.

Today, I stand naked, as I have been since Colin locked my beautiful collar in place, looking down at my permanent mark. Colin tattooed a simple triskelion onto my hip. It was no bigger than a half dollar and easily covered by even a bathing suit.

"Oh, Colin! I love it!"