*This story incorporates BDSM and slavehood and is a work of fiction

The Morning

Today is the day of my collaring ceremony. Master told me yesterday that I had completed my training and ready for the next step. It’s been a long, sore road but I’m committed to serving my master with every fibre of my body. I start my normal morning routine for a Saturday. I am to cook breakfast for my master then wake him up. After that I am to present myself for Master to inspect.

Master inspects my body every Saturday in the morning after breakfast. “Stand up ready for inspect Slave” Master ordered. He has me stand legs spread apart with my hands interlocked behind my head. Master inspects me from the bottom up. He runs his hand over my legs ensuring that every single piece of hair has been shaved smooth. As he moves his hands, I moan a little.

“Quiet, no moaning Slave!” he yells at me.

“Sorry Master”.

He moves up to my pussy taking extra care here. Master runs his fingers around making me wince a bit. I’m trying very hard to hold in the moans. I’m so wet I just want to cum. But I know that would be bad as I would be punished. I always need Master’s permission to cum, He keeps me on a tight leash. He moves up my body inspecting everything. Finally getting to my hair.

“You are to leave your hair down today, nothing special with it, just brush it” Master said smiling a little.

“Yes Master” I say.

This was unusual for him, Master normally makes me keep my Waist length, thick, blonde hair up in a bun. He says it a hassle and needs to be kept up and out of the way while serving him.

“You did very well today, I found no infractions” Master told me, as my face turns into a smile.

 “However that doesn’t get you out of your maintenance.” Immediately my smile fades.

“You know the drill, hands on the bed, arch your back” I do as I’m ordered,

I always hate this part of my inspections. I know its good for me, to be reminded of my place to keep me submissive, but I’ve never enjoyed these. After every spank I say, “thank you Master”. Once my maintenance is complete, I say “Thank you for reminding me of my place Master”.

“Stand up! Listen! Today is your collaring, you are to wear this dress and these shoes.” Master points to the bed which has the clothes laid out. The pink dress is short, as short as it can be without revealing anything. The shoes are some high heels. Not to high just enough to make me that little be taller and stand up straight. Master always makes me wear these sorts of clothes when going out. he said its so can he has access to all of me whenever he needs to.

I want to know what’s going to happen today, but I know better than to ask. “It’s not a slave’s place to ask” Master would say. After we finish inspection, the day goes on. I follow Master around tending to his every need. When and wherever required.

The Drive

A couple hours have pasted and I’m getting more and more nervous. Master hasn’t said anything else about it since my inspection this morning. I’m kneeling down next to him waiting as turns to me and says “Time to go, get in the car”

I hop into the passenger’s seat of the car ready to go. I notice Master put a bag into the back seat of the car. He sees me looking at him “Nothing to bother yourself about” he says as he gets into the driver’s seat. He slowly rubs his hand against my inner thigh, causing me to moan and squirm a little. “I bet your nervous, we have a bit of a drive ahead of us so get some rest you will need it” he told me. “Yes, Master as you wish”

The drive is long about two hours outside of the city. It looks like we heading to the middle of nowhere. The sun is starting to go down and quickly the bright sky turns to dusk. We arrive at a farm. Outside of the barn is about thirty or forty cars. Around some of the cars are a few people around the place. Some of the couples look similar to me and Master. A smartly dressed man and a sluttier dressed girl. “Where are we Master?” I ask. “No talking tonight unless you are given permission. You are to be on your best behaviour” Master says sternly. “Yes Master” I stutter. I’m suddenly very nervous.

The Farm

We park up and get out of the car. Master signals me to follow him. We walk inside, the barn is set up like a theatre. Row after row of seats all facing towards two poles with chains hanging down. Master takes us up to a woman in a black suit with a masquerade mask on.

“Are you here for the collaring?” the attendant says.

“Yes, this is my slave. It has completed its training” he says somewhat loudly.

The attendant hands him a masquerade mask and a permanent marker. “Your slave is number six tonight” she says. Master pulls my dress down a bit revealing my breasts. He processes to write No. 6 on me. My face must look terrified, this is so embarrassing. Master fixes my dress up for me after he’s done.

“It is ready” Master says to the attendant. As he hands over the bag he put in the car as well as the marker.

“Please sir go take a seat we will start in about thirty minutes” The attendant says. She pulls me by my arm towards a side door. I send out a quick yelp. Master turns around and gives me the death stare as if to say “quiet!” As I’m being pulled toward the door, I get a glimpse of the room. On each side of the room, it is lined with cages just big enough for a person to stand in. I’m now starting to get a bit scared, what is going to happen?

I’m dragged into a side room. The room is filled with other girls standing facing the walls when their hands behind their backs. All of them have long hair with varying lengths. The attendant looks at me “You are to stand here and wait. no talking!” She pushes me to the wall and turns me around. I move my hands behind my back.

I think about twenty minutes pass. A couple more girls were brought into the room. Theres about twenty girls in the room at this point. One of the attendants yells loudly so everyone can hear. “Slaves listen up, you are to strip all your clothes off then stand with your arms out in front of you and wait” We all look at each other as if we question what was going on. But my Master told me to do as I’m told tonight and be on my best behaviour. I do as I’m told. I take off my cloths and stand with my arms out.

As I’m one of the first girls to do so. One of the attendant walks over to me and affixes some metal wrist cuffs to me. Then turns me around to face the wall then binds my arms behind my back. Some of the other girls around look mortified. While I am scared and nervous about this, I’m also dripping wet with excitement and loving every minute of it. I can also see that the other girls also have numbers on their breasts.

“Slaves line up in order of your numbers. Quickly!” the attendant yells. All the girls rush quickly to their positions. “Stand quietly in line, no talking!”. There is an opening at the end of the room with an attendant standing there. As we all stop moving the attendant at the door nods to whoever is on the other side.

Then suddenly over a loudspeaker “Welcome Masters of the BDSM community we welcome you to the collaring ceremony, tonight we have twenty slaves ready to receive their collar. All these slaves have spent months some even years being trained by their Master to receive their collar. It’s a symbol the of them officially becoming a slave.”

I’m starting to wonder what’s going to happen to me.

The announcer continues “each Master has ten minutes to conduct the collaring of their slave. We have everything setup for as per your requests. Shall we start?” cheers erupt in the hall.

I think to myself if I’m number six I have to stand here for an hour???

“First off, Slave number one, will its master come forward and perform its ceremony.”

The first girl walks out. She is skinny and short with bra strap length strawberry blonde hair.

I hear another voice over the speaker “My slave has been in training for 4 months now. It has progressed really well, learning through a decent amount of reinforcement. It’s probably a bit sore after some of that” he says as the crowd laughs. “I will now perform the collaring”

I can’t see what’s going on as we are all in a separate room. After about a minute I hear some clapping then “One more task to perform”. We hear a scream likely from the girl which evolves quickly into crying. One of the girls Infront of me starts shaking as if she is scared.

I hear the announcers voice again. “That was a touching ceremony as perfect as it can be.” Right as he finishes the sentence, I hear what I suspect was one of the cages I saw earlier closing. “Your key sir” I’m officially scare now. What’s going to happen to me?? But I couldn’t help but squirm a bit from how excited I was.

The night continues on, it was similar sort of events for the next four girls in front of me.

My Turn – The Haircut

Over the loudspeaker I hear “Slave number six, will its master come forward and perform its ceremony.” I’m dragged out of the room and into the hall, towards the two posts I saw earlier. The attending pulling me unclips my cuffs from behind my back and reattaches one arm to each chain. The chains are then pulled tight. My body is on full display to everyone, lights shining on me I’m super embarrassed. I have to keep my composure. I keep my head looking down at the floor as I was trained to do. But I can just see the first row of seating in front of me. I start to hear my Master speak.

“What a good evening we are having tonight right?” Master says as the crowd cheers in agreement. “Tonight, I’m collaring my slave, it has completed its training after only five months. It is in great shape pleasing to the eye, don’t you all agree?” I hear multiple people agreeing. My face must be bright red with embarrassment. “I’m now going to collar it, it will be mine from today onwards.”

Masters comes over to me he lifts my head up, I can see the whole room, there’s about thirty or forty people in the crowd its hard to tell with the lights shining. I can see the cages along the walls. All the girls before me are in them with their hands behind their back, with barely enough room to turn around.

Master whispers in my ears “You are doing amazing” He puts a metal collar around my neck and closes it shut and screws the pin in. “You are my property now.” He whispers again. He steps back and admires me, as an attendant walks over with a small table, on the table there looks to be scissor and some clippers. “What are they for?” I think to myself

“I shall now finish off the ceremony” he picks up the scissors and smiles. I don’t have time to react before he starts to lob of chunks of my long blonde hair. I scream a little and start crying uncontrollably.

“Why master? Why are you doing this?” I say crying.  

“You are my property now you are only to serve me; you are to have no attachments. Your hair only distracts you. You spend to much time caring for it” he tells me. “You will look beautiful no matter how you look” he whispers to me.

He continues to cut chunks of my hair off and dropping them onto the floor. Until its to short to cut with scissors anymore. He picks up the clippers and slowly starts to shave me bald. He’s savouring every moment of my embarrassment. Slowly but surely, I’m bald. My long waist length hair was gone, in an instant. Even though I’m embarrassed and scared. I’m dripping with excitement. I’m super aroused by this and Master could clearly see that. I could see that Master was also aroused by this. Master finished shaving my head and says loudly “The ceremony is complete.”

Two attendants come over and loosen the chains holding me in place. They unclip my cuffs from the chains and drag me over to one of the cages. They bind my hands behind my back again and push me into the cage facing forward so I can see the stage. The door is closed and locked. One of the attendants moves back to Master. “Here is your key sir”. Master goes and sits down. He looks over at me and smiles.

I look over at the stage, at all my hair on the ground. The attendants start to sweep up so it’s clean for the next girl. I look around at the girls in the cages next mine. Only one other girl was shaved bald the others only had their hair cut to a bob. They were crying and had small cuts of hair all over their bodies. I try to look at myself as much as I can. But I can’t move that much. There are still shavings of my hair all over my body. I continue to cry quietly for a bit.

The Rest of the night

The night continues on; one by one the girls are dragged out and collared. Some got their hair cut short, some shaved. There was the lucky one girl whose hair wasn’t touched at all. The cages started to fill up until girl twenty was finished and put in her cage.

“What a busy night, this was definitely an amazing display of your slaves. You are now welcome to mingle, there is food and beverages available” the announcer said.

I try to find Master, but I can’t see much. After a couple of minutes Master comes over to me with some food and drink. As he feeds me through the cage. He says, “You have done very well tonight you will be rewarded when we get home.”

“Thank you Master” I say smiling as much as can, still with tears in my eyes. Master attempts to wipe the tears off my face.

“We will be leaving soon I just want to talk to some people” he said as he walks away leaving me in the cage.

The room is now bustling with the Masters talking and showing off their girls in the cages.

After about twenty more minutes Master comes back and unlocks the cage. As it opens I fall out and onto him, a bit weak after a long night. Master catches me “You must be exhausted” He begins to walk me out. When we get to the exit he stops and takes off his jacket and puts it around me. Then continues to walk me out to the car. When we get there, Master unbinds my cuffs and opens my door. “Hop in, I’m just going to go back inside and grab your clothes” he says to me.

“Yes Master” I reply. With how exhausted I am I fall asleep before he’s back.

The Next Day

It’s the next day and I wake up in Masters bed. I look around but can’t see Master. He must have carried me inside after last night. I slowly start to remember last night and touch my head. I jump with shock remembering Master shaved my head yesterday in front of a crowd. Some tears form but I stop myself. “If Master shaved my head, he had reason for it, I have to be strong and continue to serve him” I think to myself. I remembered the collar as well. Still attached around my neck. I look at the time and jump. “It’s so late I need to cook breakfast for master”

Just then Master walks into the room. He’s carrying a tray of food and brings it over to me. “You did an amazing job last night, well done for sticking it out.” Master said as he puts the tray Infront of me on the bed.

“Master I should be cooking food for you in bed” I reply.

“I tried to wake you last night to give you your reward, but you were out like a light. You must have been exhausted. I thought I would let you sleep in today.” He replied.

“Thank you master” I reply with a smile. He pats me on the head and walks out.

I quickly finish up breakfast so that I can get back to serving master.

Later that night Master gave me that reward. Its going to take me a while to being bald but I will always serve my Master to the best of my abilities.

THE END.