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towel rested in front of me with a black, rectangular box set out near the edge. I knelt, as instructed, clasping my hands in my lap.

"You may open your gift," he said. "Now."

"Thank you, sir." I pulled off the lid with trembling hands. A pink collar rested on red satin. The clasp was gold. A tiny lock sat beside it.

"Pick it up," he ordered. "Feel it."

I touched the leather, lifting it from the box. The collar felt heavy, thick. Swallowed hard. This moment represented something huge. Something I had wanted so desperately and needed for so long, sitting so close to it felt surreal. Like I might be imagining things. Or dreaming.

"Now," he said, "this is how it will happen. You put that on. You say the words, 'I surrender to my Master. My will, my rights, my life are his. I will obey. I will serve. I will submit."

"Sir..." I pursed my lips. The taste of my lipstick reminded me of who I was. The satin thong gripping my tiny, throbbing cock tightened. There was no fear anymore. I was in the right place. That was me. Kneeling on the floor, surrendering to him, submitting. "I surrender to my master."

I put the collar around my neck, struggling to get the clasp to work. I didn't want it too tight, I thought I might not be able to speak. As the clasp took, I continued the mantra. "My will, my rights, my life are his. I will obey. I will serve. I will submit." I lowered my hands, clasping them in my lap again.

The collar felt heavy, but so perfect. Like a security blanket, like something providing warmth and protection. Safety. My mind already felt lighter. Burden lifted my from my shoulders. I took a deep breath.

"Lift the lock," he said. "Hold it out with your head bowed."

I complied, holding both hands with my palms up. I heard his footsteps. Each one made me gasp. His presence felt titanic. I was small and pathetic before him, yet also alive. More so than ever before. Even when I started dressing. Even when I accepted my love of cock and my need to serve.

His fingers brushed my palm as he took the lock.

"I accept you, slave." He attached the lock. The click made every muscle in my body go tense. When I relaxed, I felt something else leave my body besides energy. It was a sense of ego, of self. I had further to go, but that moment...that sound...it was so sweet, so perfect, and so profound. I felt more relaxed than ever in my life.

"Keep your head bowed," he said. "Count to one hundred. When you reach the end, you may stand. Then walk straight ahead to the other door. You'll exit. Get in the back seat of the car waiting. And your new life begins. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, slave." He turned away. "Everything is about to change." His footsteps led away. I began to count. I complied...walked from my position, leaving my freedom behind, my rights, my choices. I got in the car. It drove away.

It has now been one hour since my surrender, and while I may have no idea where my life will go, I am thrilled to have taken the step. To have been brave enough to trust. And now...the future looks bright for the first time in ages.

I belong.

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