Lying next to me his fingers trailing around my body. 

"I have to admit, I fucking love looking at the marks on your body" 

For the first time, I looked down my eyes going wide, bite marks all over my skin, red marks from where the whip had hit, and cuts from the rope.

While I should be disgusted, I smiled, it would be a reminder of tonight, a reminder of us being totally free to explore but mostly shows I am not free for anyone else to have. 

His hands began rubbing the cream on my body like he always did, quietly just watching me as he did.

"I want to collar you" 

His words threw me, I looked up knowing what he meant but unsure how it would work. I read about collaring, a ritual or ceremony where the Dom collars his Submissive, Slave or Brat. 

It shows she is his and it symbolizes the transfer of power from a submissive to a Dom. While I had no issues with this, I was not so keen on wearing the collar around my own family, so before I agree I need to know how much and when he expects me to wear it.

"When and where would I wear it?" I waited, wondering would I say no if he said all the time?

"Well, ideally forever, but I am happy for you to remove it when you're around family. I know we are married, and your mine and that shows it but in the BDSM world there is plenty of women married who also have a Dom outside their marriage" Nodding I replied.

"Yes, I agree, I will keep it on at all times if less I am meeting family" I smiled at him, his lips kissing mine, I watched as he jumped off the bed.

"I am glad you said yes" 

He opened a drawer, pulled out a box and walked back towards me. Pulling me up to a sitting position, he unwrapped the box, opening it I stared in amazement it was a collar, brand new with a padlock on. 

"You see, while I am mentally blocked by you being my wife, the fact you took off your ring, so I could be me just reassured me that you're the only submissive I will ever want again"

"So, I promise to always give you want you need, sometimes what I want but mostly what you need"

His hand slipped around my neck, the collar being locked into place.

"I promise to be the best submissive I can be, inside and outside the bedroom, but most importantly if I ever decide to stop and not be a submissive I promise to let you find a submissive to replace me and still love you" 

His lips pressed against mine, the thought of him losing himself again because he hides his true self is not worth thinking about. "So, to celebrate what would you like me to do Alena?" I smiled, pulling him down next to me.

"Wrap your body around mine, and hold me all night well we sleep" 

It was all I wanted, today was amazing, sure it started out awful but right now, at 6:45 am it was perfect. My eyes closing slowly as I drifted off.

8 Only His

Waking, still wrapped with Jackson around me I could hear talking, trying to ignore it and fall back to sleep I moved closer to Jackson, my body pushing against his. 

Hearing Georgina's voice though snapped me out of it, as well as waking Jackson up.

"Shit, we were meant to be up before them, the kitchen is a mess" I couldn't stop the smiled, remembering about last night, the kitchen everything.

"You won't be smiling if they find the cucumber on the floor with the condom on, I used to fuck you with" My face glowed, I knew he had used something but had no idea that was it.

"Don't worry, I will run down now and distract them, you hurry up and meet me down there"

 He got up, throwing on trousers and walking out of the room, getting up myself, I snuck across the hall into our bedroom, getting some clothes on I walked downstairs.

"Alena's here now" Liam called to Georgina as I walked towards the kitchen.

"Good, I have someone interested in your business alre....What the hell has happened to you, and why the hell are you wearing a collar and not your wedding ring?" My eyes glanced down seeing the rings was missing.

Running back upstairs, I grabbed my rings placing them on my finger, walking back downstairs I held my hand up "Happy, ring is on"

"No, we need to talk, like real talk Alena" 

I turned to Jackson he nodded, I walked upstairs with her following, here it was her time to complain, moan and tell me how wrong all of this is, yet I don't exactly care, I am getting past the point of been embarrassed about what we do, I love it, it is safe and I don't really care anymore what people think. 

"Okay, the collar we will come back to, what is with all the marks?" 

Her hands moved to pull my top down and look over more of my body her eyes widened as she seen even more across my body under my top, a smile spreads across my lips, how can I not smile, they are amazing, a turn on, I love looking at the marks.

"It is marks, not bad marks good marks, there is such a thing. If you're going to go all crazy every time you see a mark on me then you need to read up on things more and understand I wanted it" 

She shook her head looking at me in disbelief, I don't really care, I just don't want to fall out with her over something I enjoy and is safe. 

I now understand Jackson's warning, people outside the BDSM community are vanilla, they won't understand, even if they watched it happening and saw the pleasure they would still see it as abuse. He is right, I don't think there is anyway I can turn Georgina around.

"Okay, well I will look into that, but the kitchen, Marcus was cleaning it when we walked in, or he had just started to anyway, but the evidence was there, what the hell were you two doing?"

My eyes rolled, I was not going to go into detail with her, not a chance.

"Enjoying ourselves, freely and fully for the first time in months, that is all I am saying about it"

"Right, whatever, but what is with the collar and no wedding ring?" 

I hope she understands what I am about to explain, as if she takes it wrong it means explaining it over and over again, while I love Georgina and she is my best friend her questions can often annoy me.

"The collar is mine, it is something that symbolizes our relationship in the BDSM world, it symbolizes the transfer of power from me to him. As for the wedding ring he said being married to me made him hold back, so I took it off and declared us divorced for the night"

She looked at me, disbelief all over her face. 

Waiting for her to say something, I opened the laptop checking my emails waiting till she spoke. 

"So, you give him the control, you have just told him he has all the power in your relationship to do whatever he wants" 

She didn't sound happy, and as I suspected she had got it all wrong.

"No, we have boundaries, things set up that I say no to and he is not allowed to do, he does not get total freedom to do as he likes towards me"

"Why can't you see, he gives me what I need, not what I want, only a real Dom knows what a woman needs, without asking questions, for years I have had men giving me what I want, or getting what they want, he gives me what I need, he wants to please me, serve me, as a Dom just like I want to serve him as his Sub"

"Can you say, that every guy you have being with has known without asking what you need even though most of the time we don't even know what that is?" 

She looked at me like I had offended her, it was a simple question. I can easily say before Jackson no man knew what I needed, yes, they gave me what I asked for or wanted but never what I needed.

"My lifestyle and sex life have no comparison here" Her words cold, I have offended her.

"Well, then my sex life has no place in your mouth, fine ask me questions because you want to know more about the life style but don't judge me, because you have no idea about it and assume the worst" 

I walked out, not wanting to argue any more with her, but at the same time glad I had finally told her to stop.