Daddy has been talking about collaring me since we first got together. How much it means to him, and how much he would love to see me wearing his collar. Since we are both married to other people and not seeing anyone else we were already essentially as exclusive as we can get. But I like the symbolism that we belong to each other, that we only do this with each other. I was excited when he told me he ordered my collar. I was really excited when he sent me a picture to show me that it had arrived. And leading up to this date I was really really excited to wear it for the first time.

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We met at a hotel that I arranged. Daddy told me to greet him wearing his favorite black lace set. I felt a little weird sitting in the shady hotel room alone, listening to every car drive by and trying to keep it together. When he knocked, I dropped the sweatshirt I was wearing and opened the door. This was the first time I got to watch him arrive and I kind of liked seeing him walk in as his normal self and transition into Daddy mode. I fall right into his arms and we make out tenderly. Then some invisible switch flips and Daddy lets out a giant groan and pulls me by my hair to press me against the wall. I squeal with delight as he pressed my ass into the cold wall and we hungrily stare into each other's eyes.

We make out on the bed and take turns going down on eachother then Daddy decides it's time for my collar. He gets it out to show to me. It's so pretty, ox-blood leather with gold hardware. I tell him how much I love it and he has me turn around so I am kneeling on the edge of the bed with him behind me. He takes his time putting it on me, getting the fit just right. I am desperate to see but I force myself to be patient. When he's done he tells me how good it looks on me, and I tell him I would like a look too, please. Daddy pulls out a matching leather leash and attaches it to the collar to walk me to the bathroom mirror. That was a fun surprise, I had fantasized about being led around on a leash by Daddy and now it was happening. I liked the way we looked together with him holding my leash, him in full control.

Next Daddy had me get on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed for a spaking. He told me he wasn't going to be gentle with me this time. He smacked me hard, I jumped and yelped and then tried to relax again before the next one came. I could feel the edges of the collar digging into my arched neck, not letting me forget who I belonged to.

The collaring had us both feeling particularly romantic and emotional. I cried in his arms earlier that night and when he was inside me he told me he loved me and used my real name, not my honorific. In the moment it took me by surprise but I keep going back to that moment over and over to feel the blissful way it warms my heart. My first instinct was to be worried about what it means for our other relationships, but I have come to feel that we can acknowledge that our feelings for each other are deepening without that meaning anything else has to change. He came on my tits and seeing his face looking up at me wearing his collar on my neck and his cum on my tits made me feel so sexy and powerful like I had reached a new level in the sex goddessrey.

When our time was up, Daddy gently removed my collar, and I felt the relief of having my throat unrestricted. He told me to take it home and wear it whenever I missed my Daddy. I love having something I can look at and hold onto that symbolizes the beautiful bond we share.