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The morning of my one-year anniversary comes around slowly, but eventually, it's here. I lay in bed, smiling at the ceiling and thinking about how much my life is going to change.

At the moment, I sleep in a separate bedroom to Master. Tonight, I will be in his bed. He has only let me sleep in it a couple times before as treats when I was really tired or sick.

It takes me all morning to prepare for my ceremony. I want to be perfect for him. I wear his favourite colour on me; blue. I shave and moisturise and plait my hair back. I put on one of his favourite dresses, he bought it for me for my birthday. I don't wear a collar because he collars me during the ceremony.

I don't get to see him all day, kind of like the bride and groom on a wedding day. There is a big fancy ceremony in the events hall and there are seven of us being initiated today.

We have to line up and wait for our names to be called. My stomach flips and flutters with nerves and I twist my clammy fingers together. I'm at the back of the queue and have to wait the longest to hear my name.

Finally, my name is called. I climb the steps up to the stage and all my worries disappear when I see Master waiting for me. I walk up to him, smiling widely. He picks up the gold collar from the satin cushion.

"Do you accept this collar as my pet, Blue?" He asks calmly.

"Yes, Master."

He smiles warmly. "And do you also accept my heart as my chosen mate?"

That's the part that makes me weak at the knees. I nod frantically. "Yes!"

"Turn around and lift your hair."

I do as instructed. He clips the collar onto me like he's done a hundred times before. Only, this time, this collar isn't coming off. It has both of our initials engraved into it, like a wedding ring. It's a symbol of our commitment to one another. Master has a matching bracelet - a simple black band- which is also engraved.

He takes my hand and leads me off the stage. My excitement only grows as we walk straight past the crowds and over to the lifts.

The doors of the lift close, sealing us off in the metal box. It starts to rise and my master pulls me closer to him. He presses my back to his front and grinds his erection against my lower back. I grip his hands tightly.

He brushes my hair to one side and kisses my neck. His hands release mine and massage my breasts from behind. I let my head fall back against his chest and I rest my weight on him.

"Such a perfect little pet," he murmurs in my ear.

I preen at his compliment and close my eyes, savouring how happy I am in this moment. The doors open and I have to open them again to walk to our apartment.

Master agreed that, once he had collared, marked and turned me, everything would be shared between us. I even get to take his last name.

He lets us into the apartment and ushers me into his bedroom. He takes off his jacket and hangs it up. He sits on the bed and removes his shoes and socks, leaving him in only his slacks and shirt. I stand in front of him, patiently waiting.

He looks up at me and motions to my dress. "Strip."

I slide the material off my shoulders and let it fall down my body to the floor. I step out of it and nudge the fabric to one side with my foot.

"Turn."

I do as he asks, letting him get a good look at my lingerie. I love having his eyes on me, it makes me feel so special. When I turn back to face him, he nods with approval.

He stands from the bed and my heart beats faster with each step he takes towards me. He runs his fingers up my arms to my shoulders. He slides the straps of my bra off my shoulders and deftly unhooks it at the back. The bra falls to the floor, leaving my breasts bare.

His dark eyes drop down to them and they instantly harden under his lustful gaze. He flicks his thumbs over my nipples and then rolls them. When they're really tight, he pulls so hard that I have to lift up on my tiptoes to relieve the pain. I love a bite of pain in with my pleasure and he knows it.

When my nipples are taut and pink, rather than their usual light brown, he relents. He skims his hands down my body, feeling the dip of my hips and the softness of my stomach. He trails his fingers over the waistband of my g-string before pulling it down my thighs. He crouches as he removes my underwear, making him eye-level with my crotch.

His warm breath fans over my thighs and they clench together responsively. He chuckles and taps the inside of them, silently telling me to part my legs. I widen my stance, opening my legs up for him.

I don't miss the way he sharply inhales. His eyes zero in on my pussy and, despite him having seen it so many times before, I blush. He parts my lower lips with his fingers and rubs his thumb around my sensitive clit. He smears my juices over it, making sure it is slippery before he really starts rubbing it in a circular motion.

I clench my hands at my sides to stop myself from reaching for his hair. I watch him touch me from above and desperately try to keep my hips still. I want to rock against his head and increase the pressure, but I know I can't. He is in control here and I must remain still.

Master smirks up at me. He knows how hard I am finding this and he knows how much I am working to control myself. Hopefully, my good behaviour has earned me an orgasm.

He pushes one finger experimentally inside of me, wiggles it and watches my reaction. I bite down on my bottom lip but try to school myself. He adds a second finger and rubs my clit faster. The pleasure builds and builds but I hold it back, I don't have permission.

"Do you want to cum, pet?"

"Yes, please, Master," I whimper.

His fingers are still torturing me, holding me on the edge without release. "Then ask me."

"Please may I cum, Master?"

"Good, pet. Yes, you can."

With his approval, I cum hard, clenching on his fingers and rocking my hips. I can barely stand when the pleasure has finished ploughing through me. Master catches me and places me on the bed.

My eyes are blurry with bliss as he undresses. He gets naked and parts my legs for him. He doesn't even need to check if I am ready for him, he knows that I always am. He slides inside me, joining us as one. I clutch onto him and silently pray that I get to do this for the rest of my existence.

He rocks his hips, entering and retreating, giving us both unadulterated pleasure. Although his pace starts steady, it builds into something stronger, faster.

"Touch yourself," he orders and I comply instantly.

My fingers are clumsy as I rub my clit. It's wet with my juices and very slippery. I manage to capture it between two fingers and rub in small circles. With Master lodged inside of me, my orgasm builds quickly.

"Please, Master, can I cum?" I beg him quietly.

"Not yet, you cum with me."

He speeds up to chase his own orgasm but doesn't understand what that does to me, who is on the brink and desperately trying to hold back. I force myself to do so, for him. I keep my climax at bay and I focus on making it feel good for him.

"Now, Blue," he demands.

My body obediently complies. I cum at the same time he does. We moan and groan and cry out each other's names. In the midst of it all, he buries his face in my neck. My head turns to one side and he has full access. He bites down, marking me as his own.

I feel close to passing out with the pleasure that hits me, both physically and emotionally. We are connected, we are bonded, we are one. I am his and he is mine, at last.

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