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kink and feminism and stuff…formerly known as Absinthe Cocktail.

Anniversary

I tried to write this post last night, but I was interrupted by a marauding centipede in my room, ran screaming into the living room, got an official extension from Garnet (since I’m supposed to write about sexy and/or ouchie tiems within a week of them happening), and slept on the couch.  So now…without further ado…the post about Garnet’s and my year anniversary…

She planned some major surprises.  Garnet loves surprising me, and making me squirm for a long time beforehand trying to guess what she’s planning.  I still don’t know what our (sadly postponed) plans were supposed to be for Valentine’s Day, since she’s still saving it for another time.  This time, though, with work stress and other stress I was less excited and more…anxious.  She had implied that there would be some kind of challenge or test, and I of course, like a dumbass, got all nervous.  Also, two weeks beforehand, she took my collar.  I haven’t really written about my collar much here, as it was not a serious business collar, it was more of a…place holder.  Collars mean different stuff to different people in different relationships, and in our particular case, this was a temporary and rather casual collar…but it was hugely important to me, and I was rather apprehensive about earning it back.

So she planned our anniversary.  I knew we were going somewhere and staying overnight, and I knew I was going to be challenged in some way.  I thought there would be canes and needles and possibly some scary fear play…what I didn’t expect is that I would have to make a phone call.  A phone call to a mystery person/place, where I had no idea what’s going on or what to say.  And, outside of calls at work, I am really, really phone-shy.  I had to psych myself up a lot, and I was really nervous…but I did it.  I called a stranger and confirmed our stuff, and then, the person who answered the phone said “I just need to make sure you trust Garnet and you’ll follow wherever she takes you.”

“Yes,” I breathed, “of course.”

After the call, I knew where we were going, but still didn’t know what would happen when we got there.  I was still imagining that there would be some sort of very serious test of my abilities and figured that I would probably fail spectacularly.  It wasn’t until right before I left my apartment that I really sorted out that Garnet loves me and takes care of me and wouldn’t plan something for me that I couldn’t handle.  It takes me a while to figure things out sometimes.

I went out to Garnet’s house from work the night before, and we got up early and loaded up the car.  I had to call again and confirm, and again was really nervous about calling.  Once we were in the car, she plonked her lap top in my lap and opened up some documents.  ”So…” she said, “we’re going to have a re-collaring ceremony.  You’ve got four hours to write your part.”  I, or course, cried.  She had pulled up some ideas for me.  We had a pleasant drive, with fun music and a stop for coffee and me writing my…well…vows.

We arrived.  The place that she’d booked us into is kind of…well…like a bed and breakfast with a dungeon in the basement.  A house servant wearing only a collar took our bags inside, and we went in for a tour.  The room we were staying in was fully outfitted with both a St. Andrew’s cross and a bed great for tying someone to.  The bathroom had a huge bathtub.  And the dungeon?  I could try to list all the equipment and toys in the dungeon, but I would fail utterly, so I will only talk about the things we used and I will do that momentarily.

I gave Garnet a bath before dinner.  I was still feeling kind of nervous and worried about failing her, so I maybe did not do a great job of it, but the tub was lovely and I hope she enjoyed it at least somewhat.  We dressed for dinner, and someone came and offered her brandy.  They also asked if they should set a place for me at the table or if I’d be dining on the floor.  She decided I should sit at her feet.

Garnet is very big on manners and etiquette.  She had me study up on dining etiquette before the weekend.  Of course (#practicalsubmission), since I was sitting on the floor, my main concern was balancing my various courses in my lap without spilling anything.  Soup is difficult to eat while sitting on the floor.  Still, the next time I’m allowed to eat at a table with her I’ll be ready.  For now we’re practicing my gracefully-sitting-on-the-floor skills.  I’m hoping that this will improve my gracefully-standing-back-up-without-my-knees-audibly-cracking skills as well.

After dinner and a brief nap, we headed downstairs to the dungeon.  She found a corner she liked and had me strip and kneel.  She laid my collar on the floor in front of me, along with a leash she’d had me bring (my leash is really fancy, I wish I had a picture).  And we both got our notes out, and then…then she produced a second collar from somewhere.  ”This isn’t just a re-collaring,” she said, “it’s a graduation ceremony as well.” she told me she was pleased with my progress and my training, and that I was ready for the next step.  I got all teary.   And we read our vows, and she put the new collar around my neck, and I clipped the leash on, and she locked it in place, and I gave her the leash.  Then I cried more.  I was intensely, profoundly happy.

My collar is so pretty.  Garnet made it specially for me.  It’s red and black and purple and silver chain mail, with two loops in the front–one for my leash, and one for my tag.  My tag is purple, too, and has Garnet’s special pet name for me on the front.  On the back, it says that I’m owned by her.  On either side of the tag and loop, there are tiny silver bells.  It makes me blissfully happy whenever I look in the mirror and see it.

This is getting really long, and I’m only about half way done…I think it’s going to have to be a two-parter.

To be continued…

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