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My collar is fitting better than ever. When she first put it on me, it would only close on the last hole, which is about a 22 inch circumference. I could wear it around, but would feel significantly choked when I tried to lay down with it on. This weekend, however, it started fitting on the second hole in, about 21 inches. Last night, when it was time for bed, I asked Abigail if it was all right if I put on my collar. A few swats later she let me know that it was her decision as to when I got to put it on, but she did relent and let me get it for her. She put it on, removed the chain leash, and jumped back on the bed. She was watching something (I don't know what, I was paying attention to her, not her tablet) and her hand casually reached down and found my growing erection. It always amazes me know how virile I am. For the last ten years I had struggled with erectile dysfunction, so to function like a 19-year-old once again is a wonder. She also had trouble getting physically aroused, and when we had made love, it usually required lube. Now, as evidenced by last night, we definitely don't need any artificial support. I won't get into detail, but suffice it to say she likes to tease me (which she did plenty before we started). Sometimes the teasing ends in sexual congress, as in last night, while at other times she will spend fifteen or twenty minutes playing with my nipples (intense pleasure) and then roll over to go to sleep. During our lovemaking last night she played a familiar game. As long as her fingers were on my nipples, I could make love to her. The second they came off, I had to stop. She REALLY likes the control, and I have to say, I respond well to it. We finished when I came, and just in time, because our youngest called from downstairs (heard the squeaking of the bed?) for help with a form for work. After taking care of that, it was back to bed. She had her show back on, and put my collar back on when I came back up, and then bound me to the bed, on my back. I was so excited. My first time sleeping through the night in my collar. I was aroused, too, apparently, because when she finished with the last strap, and went to climb over me to get to her side of the bed, she just stopped on top of me and slid right back onto me. It can't have been 15 minutes since the last time, but she was riding me like I was a thoroughbred. Her hands were all over me, caressing, pinching, and stroking, with special emphasis on my nipples. She promised to queen me (look it up!) if I came again, and it was a close thing. But she came first, a long, shuddering orgasm. She laughed that sleepy laugh right afterward, kissed me, and rolled over, pulling the sheet over us. A few mumbled words between us, and she was out. I was completely sexually satisfied. I find it so hard to convey that. A typical sexual encounter from before our new dynamic would only end in my orgasm, or in disappointment. But I had such a warm, glowing feeling from pleasing her, that I was floating on cloud nine. I could feel every inch of my studded leather collar, and while it was tight, it was not constricting. More like having one of her hands on my throat all night long. It felt so right to have this physical manifestation of her domination around my neck. I drifted right off, and slept solidly until about 2:45 AM. I woke up then with the same feeling of wonder I had that first night, tied awkwardly to the bed. The faint glow of the windows lit the room like a surreal blanket of bioluminescence. I could see the outline of her body, and stared at this beautiful woman with wonder. By 3 AM I felt a little like I needed to go to the bathroom, so I woke her up (not fully) and asked her if I could release myself and use the toilet. She gave her assent, and so I did. When I got back to bed, I first connected my leg cuffs together through the satin loop that holds them to the bedpost, then looked at the braid connecting my wrist cuffs. It was about a foot long with metal loops at each end and in the middle. I unhooked my cuffs and reconnected them to the central loop, creating a tight bond. Then I hooked one end around the carabiner connected to the loop on the headboard, and the other using another carabiner to the loop on my collar. My hands barely had the reach to adjust my pillow, restricted by the tightness of the connection of my collar to the headboard and how closely together they were connected. My ankles barely had more give. It should have been uncomfortable, but it wasn't. It was tight, but I was exactly in the right position, exactly where I wanted to be. I couldn't really sleep but I wasn't tossing and turning. Instead, I was absorbing the energy of the night; some from the coolness of the air, but most from my lady laying next to me. In her sleep, her hand snaked up and grabbed the braid that secured my wrists and collar, and moaned a little in her sleep as she gave it a few tugs.
I must have fallen asleep, because I blinked and then pre-dawn light was pouring through our windows. I must have moved too much, because I woke her. She commanded me to stay still as she had to get up at 5:30, and I was already in for a spanking for waking her up. Did I want to make it worse? I did not. Not because I feared the punishment, but because she needed her sleep. So I spent the rest of the morning watching dawn break its light over my lady love as I felt the tightness of the collar around my neck. She tossed and turned, and I kissed whatever part of her she put within range. At one point she loosed one of my hands, which was permission to stroke her body. This I did with abandon, caressing every inch of her I could reach. It actually put her to sleep, because when I got a little bold with her bottom, she woke back up, chuckled sleepily, and tied me back up. When the alarm (and two snoozes) went off, she got up to work out. I knew she would leave me there, but what I didn't know was in what state. Well, first things first. She tanned my ass with her bare hand for waking her up. That was a little bit erotic, but she certainly didn't pull her punches. Then she went to my side of the bed and stuffed a pillow under my crotch, propping my ass up. I felt her hands on my ankles then, and she pulled my legs down, hard. My body was stretched out to the point where I couldn't really move, and my collar was pulled tightly away from the headboard. I could still breathe fine, but the pressure was exquisite. She re-tied my ankle straps, and I was locked to the bed as tightly as I have ever been. I couldn't even do much more than turn my head from side to side. It felt like two hours, waiting for her to get back. I became aroused at least a half dozen times. It was probably only 20 or 30 minutes, though. When I did hear her come back into the room, I let out a deep breath, a breath I hadn't known I was holding. She didn't say anything to me, just freed first my ankles, then my wrists and collar. I stretched out on the bed, doing a bad version of downward dog, and she tapped on my ass. "Get up." It was a command. Unadulterated. I complied instantly. Her hand went to my collar and she pulled on it, forcing me down, down, down. I went to my knees, then all fours, and finally I was prostrate before her, her feet and toes filling my field of vision. She left her hand on my collar, applying pressure, for a little bit longer, and I think we both enjoyed that display of power. Then she stood up, and I kissed her feet. I also got very emotional. I could feel my collar, like it was a part of me, tightly wrapping around my neck. I started weeping softly, and thanked her, again and again, for the freedom to feel my emotions, for the clarity submission has brought my thoughts, and for the peace my soul has now. I don't think I articulated all of that, but those were the reasons.
She bent down low over me, and then we prayed together. Prayed for guidance and peace, for the will to follow our hearts, and for aid to those in our lives who needed it. It was a sublime connection, and I could feel the warmth flow out of her onto my back, her energy filling me. Then I got up, at her direction, and she took off the collar, to be replaced with the necklace I wear during the day. A spectacular night and even better morning. I love how fulfilled I am in this relationship, in the power I have to please and delight her. It is unlike any joy I have ever known, and it's most apt physical manifestation is my collar. It is the avatar for my love and obedience, and now I truly never have to be without some form of it. I am blessed.
