"Sparkles"
By Sascha Illyvich
(C)2002 (reply to SSSCB@hotmail.com)


"Good evening my pet," Mistress Allison stroked her slave's head as he kneeled n front of her. He kissed her feet in greeting before rising to his knees.

"I have a very special gift for you today. You must however, earn it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. Because we're going out to play tonight and I want you to show everyone how gracious you are for my training. I want you to be on your best behavior."

"Of course Mistress." He looked up at her loving eyes. Allison's heart was filled with joy and eagerness at the prospect of giving slave Tom his collar tonight.

She walked away, swaying her ass in the feminine manner that she did. Tom looked at her, adoring her beautiful body before he went back to cleaning her whip.

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Mistress Allison shut and locked the door behind her as she sifted through a drawer in her oak desk. When she found the burgundy box, she took it out and placed it gently on the desk. White leather, three shiny silver O-rings, a friend of hers handcrafted the collar with loving care, studding 'HERS' on the back so everybody could see he was taken. It specifically fit Tom and would be his first collar. After tonight, Tom would truly deserve her loving gift.

He had been such a good slave, offering his services to her when they met at an S/M function one night. Shortly after they began playing, she ended up in the hospital for major surgery; a biking accident broke a few ribs and her left leg. Sensing the delicate connection between slave and Mistress, Tom understood his role with Allison. He immediately took time from work to care for her, learning her chores and becoming the caretaker of her household. He took on such a huge responsibility with her, bathing her and dressing her; they eventually became closer as a couple. She still found time and energy to play with him but their activities were limited since she had been on bed rest for a week. Physical therapy and healing took up most of her time but Tom had remained patient. Mistress Allison could still deliver quite a powerful over the knee spanking.

She proved that two weeks after she returned home from the hospital. Remembering that Tom wanted to learn to control his orgasms for her, she took the liberty of punishing him for his masturbatory habits by spanking him. Her juices flowed from the instant she raised a hand and connected with his ass. It turned Tom on so much to be spanked, his erection bobbed between her luscious thighs. She caught it with one hand and pumped him while she spanked him with the other, enjoying his groans of confused pleasure and pain. He came when she ordered him to, puddles beneath her. She still couldn't move her legs yet to part her pussy lips for his tongue but he more than returned her gesture by bathing her, fingering her ass and working her pussy with nimble fingers.

Allison loved to shave his legs and make him a proud sissy boy, humiliating him in front of her friends, even when she had the leg cast on. He looked so sexy in his skirt and stockings and she couldn't wait to fill herself up with his cock. When the cast came off and she could move her legs better, the first thing she did was fuck him senseless, ordering him NOT to come until he'd counted at least two orgasms AND took his spanking punishment well.

His ass reddened, tears streamed down his face. When Allison grunted in his ear, he thrust into her, slamming his passion against her sweaty skin. Her pussy convulsed and gripped his cock tightly. She milked his cock dry as he came. Of course he had to be punished but Mistress Allison was fair, she made him go grocery shopping in her favorite pair of pink panties, one of the skirts she purchased for him, and of course, high heels. That humiliation finished, his punishment served to reinforce that she was boss.

Mistress Allison admired the jewelry before setting it back into the box.  "Come Tom, we have to get ready for tonight's party. It's only a few hours away and I'd like a nice bubble bath, my hair washed and a pedicure. Oh, I need a shave too."

Tom came into her room on his knees, "Yes Mistress."

"You may stand."

"Thank you." Tom stood up, a good four inches taller than Allison. She admired her slave's solid form; he lifted weights to stay in shape, which was a good thing because Allison was a Rubenesque woman with beautiful blonde hair. Tom loved her voluptuous curves and graceful form; the way she
carries herself always in a sensual, flowing manner.

Tom left to draw a bath for Allison while she stripped and walked into the bathroom. The scent of jasmine filled her nostrils. Pleased, she took Tom' s hand and stepped into the warm bathwater, easing her body gently in until she slid in. The warmth surrounded her body; Tom's hands began to knead her rigid muscles into a state of relaxation.

An hour later, Allison appeared from the bath, wrapped up in a towel, shaved and smelling of sweet moisturizer. Tom helped her into her black corset, lacing her up nice and tight. She slipped into a flowing black dress, boots and a little makeup for emphasis on her eyes.

"Tom, get ready now." He knew that meant his pouch, a leather sheath, which tied neatly above his scrotum, a cock ring that kept him semi erect while he wore it. A leather vest and chaps completed his attire. Allison looked one last time in the mirror before she Okayed herself and with a snap of her fingers, Tom left to fetch the car. Allison slipped the burgundy box into their toy bag before going to the car.

For most of the drive to the club, there was silence, as Tom wasn't allowed to say much. But shortly before they arrived, Allison took his hand in hers, looked into his doting eyes and spoke firmly; "I know you're going to be on your best tonight. There is a special reward I've been saving for you."

Anxiously, Tom nodded, "Yes Miss Allison. On my best."

"And you'll show them why I'm so proud of you, won't you?"

"Yes Mistress. On my best."

"Good. That's my little pet." She took his hand in hers and tightened her grip lovingly before she pulled into the parking lot of the club. When Tom closed his door, Allison pushed the collar down further beneath a few of her scarves so to hide it more from Tom, in case she should forget and request him to get her a toy.

When they entered the club, lights blinded them until their eyes and ears adjusted to the sounds of music and people. A few cracks of a whip could be heard in the background, Tom jumped. Whips weren't for him, ever. Allison didn't like the pesky things either; she always ended up hurting herself
somehow. She wasn't clumsy, just untrained.

Another snap of fingers reminded Tom to his knees as another couple passed, saying a hearty hello to Allison and Tom. She waved back at them and called Tom's attention to a spanking bench in the corner. Tom stood up, walked over to the bench and bent over it at the waist so his upper body was parallel to the floor, placing his hands on the grips that extended from the bottom. His ass in the air was a nice sight to many of the Dominant women there whom admired tight asses. Allison spread his legs apart and locked them into place with the restraints at the bottom of the bench.

"Now, don't let go of those handles." Tom heard Allison's commanding voice, wishing he could feel her hot breath against his ear. He felt nails scratch gently across his back before Allison slapped his ass lightly a few times. Leather fingers caressed his back and ass before he felt the smack of her short tailed flogger against his ass. Repeatedly, Allison struck the same spot on his ass and the skin changed to a light pink colour. Allison dropped the flogger and took out her riding crop. She tapped Tom's ass gently. So far, no squirming or sounds came from her slave. She aimed a little lower; the underside of his ass hadn't been warmed up properly.

"Time to heat things up pet," Allison looked pleased with the way Tom's ass looked but it was time to increase his pain. Allison felt wetness between her thighs at the prospect of hearing Tom scream. She landed a few swats over Tom's ass, harder than before and he flinched, but kept his grip on the handles as instructed.

Four whacks on Tom's ass ended the use of the crop and he gritted his teeth on the last two, suppressing a low moan. Allison picked up a heavier flogger, brought the shiny buffalo hide to her face and inhaled the lovely scent of leather before she swung it through the air, landing two blows across Tom's ass. They stung; Tom winced and let a moan escape gritted teeth. Two more blows across his ass in an X fashion across his ass before she raked her nailed across his back. He yelped. She bent down by his ear, blowing lightly and whispered, "That's a good boy." Still, his grip hadn't lessoned. Allison worked her hand gently down Tom's back and slapped his ass in an already reddened spot before she grabbed his throbbing cock and pumped him lightly, just to keep him fully erect. She tugged lightly on his pouch before thumping his balls lightly. From that, he groaned. Allison laughed; a wicked smile drew across her face before she returned to swatting his ass with the flogger. She slapped his thigh, the sound of leather against leather made a sharp noise that excited Allison more. She always loved fucking Tom when he wore those chaps.

When Allison was sufficiently certain Tom had enough of the flogger, she swatted his ass twice for good measure, causing him to cry out. She landed a few strikes over his shoulders and back but he merely tensed up, feeling nothing. Two forceful blows landed on his ass and little tears formed in
his eyes but when he closed them and blinked, they went away. Allison came to his side, rubbing a rabbit's fur across his ass and back as she knelt down beside him and whispered in her sensuous tone, "You're doing so well lovely, are you okay?"

He nodded, "Yes Mistress."

"Good. We're almost done. I want to see my beautiful pet release, okay?"

Tom nodded. She continued to lightly caress Tom's back with the pelt before she spanked his ass again. She dug her fingernails into his skin, he yelped. She took out the burgundy box and placed it atop Tom's shoulders.

"Don't drop this. If you do, you'll be very sorry," The stern tone sent a chill down his reddened back.

Allison took two matching short tailed floggers from her bag and swung them both around for showmanship before she landed blows hard against Tom's ass. The pain shot through his system, she'd landed twice on an already sensitive spot. Tom fought back tears but Allison refused to stop just yet. She knew the tears welled up but she wanted to hear more from her subbie.

The whacks didn't stop and every odd smack landed much harder than the previous stream of smacks. It didn't take much more than a few well-placed smacks on his ass, his thighs and near his balls that made him writhe. When Allison heard him cry out, she looked over at his hands; they were straining to hold onto the handles. Every inch of his body had tensed; a sight that turned Allison on even more. Her pussy throbbed but she couldn't take him here. However, she could make him hurt just a little more. So, she took out the flogger with metal tipped braided strands. She swatted his ass a few times with that; he trembled, arching his back. He remembered the box atop his back and he tried desperately to control himself as she stung him her toy at him, but it was too late. The box fell towards the ground. Another Mistress caught it, pausing before she looked at the engraved name.

"Ally, I told you didn't I?" she chided but Allison looked in shame at her.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry. He looked so hot, so tempting and I guess I got a little carried away." Allison picked up the rabbit pelt and slid it over Tom's burning skin. As his skin cooled, he let loose a flood of tears as he knew he disappointed his Mistress.

"Tom, stand up," Allison ordered as she undid his shackles. Tom stood up and was led to a quieter corner where the three could better hear each other.

"You know you dropped the item."

"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry." He tried to avoid her gaze but she put her hand on his chin and forced his eyes upon her face.

"No. Don't be. It's my fault. Mistress Sherrilyn warned me and I didn't listen. Either way, it's time we discussed something very deep to both our hearts."

"Yes?" she took a finger and wiped away a tear from his cheek. With that same hand, she pressed down on his shoulders and he knelt before her.

"Sherrilyn, would you hand me the box?"

"Gladly. I've been waiting to see this for the past few months Ally."

Anxiously, Allison took the box and gave it to Tom. He opened it up and his eyes widened. The sparkles from the collar reflected against the light in his eyes and he smiled widely.

"You've earned this my Love. Happy Valentines Day." Allison took the collar from him and fastened it around his neck.

"Does this mean?" he felt tightness in his throat and a knot in his stomach.

"Yes. We'll set a date for your official collaring ceremony and at some point, if you like, a traditional marriage."

"Oh Mistress, I'm so...so happy!" Tears streamed down his face. Allison took his face in her hands and kissed him, deeply.

"I love you Thomas, my beautiful sub and slave. You're such a good boy."  She couldn't hold back tears.

"I love you too Mistress Allison."
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