In January I proposed: that she accepts my collar permanently, and that we get married. She accepted. (It was a package: she could accept both or neither, not one or the other). The collaring ceremony was to be first and public among the local BDSM community. The wedding was to be with family and friends and was to be kept reasonably small, dignified, and tasteful - although I had a few tricks up my sleeve. The two ceremonies were scheduled two weeks apart in the first part of May.

For the collaring ceremony there was no "minister" or Master of Ceremonies other than me. The ceremony was held a local fetish club one Saturday afternoon - extending well into the wee hours of Sunday. I wrote the agenda and vows and c had an opportunity to comment and propose changes - but I had the final say.

The club was set up like a church for a wedding with rows of chairs on either side of a central aisle. There were no "bride’s" and "groom’s" sides. Participants could sit where they wish...

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