May has proved to be eventful and memorable. Astarte and I had originally planned to enjoy the norty delights of Nice while Virginia took off to the more bucolic pleasures of a rustic Dartmoor cottage with her faithful Doreen who would fuss over her while she caught up on her writing, passed idle moments feeding carrots to friendly ponies,enjoyed evenings of decadent dalliance with Doreen and spanking her delectable derriere before early bed. Events ran away with us however, transforming April's end into an exotic extravaganza and our proposed visit to Nice into a romantic West Country collarmoon’.
After 18 months of an ever closer emotional and physical relationship with Donald/Doreen, our TV live-in, Virginia invited her to become her collared partner. The news decided me that it was time I invited my own TV Slutmaid Georgina-Ann to be my collared ‘bride’ and bring her in to our little community as my partner. She is a specialist window dresser at a Knightsbridge department store and has been taking feminine enhancing hormones for some time now. She is emerging from her TV chrysalis as a most attractive she-male, with rounded feminine curves and 2B boobs and very spankable bottom.
“Oh! Yes, Mistress! I thought you would never ask!” she replied breathlessly and burst into tears.
That was it then! I took her joyful tears as an unequivocal YES! I parted my legs and let her slide down off my bare thighs to suck at my now wetly aroused clit with more than her usual adoring diligence and fervour.
A Collaring is for life. It can be celebrated in a simple act of submission between a ‘Top’ and ‘Bottom’. It can also be choreographed as an intensely moving ritual that is akin to an ancient pagan Handfasting. When I told Virginia and Astarte we agreed to celebrate the collaring of our partners in a joint ceremony. We fixed the date for 28th, the night of April Full Moon, (known as the ‘Egg Moon’, or the ‘Full Pink Moon’ after the herb Moss Pink, which is widespread at this time of year). So we had just two weeks to write our collaring ritual, have Georgina-Ann and Doreen choose their collaring trousseau, invite a chosen few to celebrate with us, and upgrade our original holiday plans to a joint ‘collarmoon’.
With a little help from us, our ‘Collar Brides-to-be’ chose their trousseau from Birchplace, and they went off on shopping safaris to Camden Town, Victoria and Fulham to scour the retro fashion shops for additions to their TV wardrobes.
Donald/Doreen took this pic of Georgie/Georgina-Ann dressed en femme in her gold lame before they went shopping...a bit over the top for Camden Town perhaps, but they love dressing up to go out.
For our joint 'Collarmoon', Virginia rented us a magnificent holiday house on the water’s edge at Kingsand-Cawsand, the picturesque old twinned fishing villages and haunt of smugglers on the Rame Peninsula near Plymouth, where we could enjoy total privacy together for two weeks of unbridled love n’ lust while eating like Queens on locally caught crab and lobster!
We did invite darling Astarte to join us but, rather than be a hovering gooseberry, she preferred to fly off as she had already planned, to have her furrow ploughed by a special date in norty Nice. She’s very secretive about this, but we do know her date ticks all four F boxes - she's Femme, French, Fun and very f.......!
Keep exercising that rabbit!
Alexia
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