Today was special, she didn't know if he would remember it was a year ago today in front of a few dozen people she accepted the collar she now wore. Kneeling on the floor, naked and hands behind her back submitting to him. He asked "Do you take this collar to obey and serve me as I require you to?". Without hesitation she responded "Yes, I freely take your collar to obey and serve you as you require." When she finished he placed the collar around her neck and locked it into place. He then took her to a rack and strapped her then took a whip and beat her 5 times. After that each master or mistress was allowed to beat her 5 times as part of the ceremony. Yes her ass was sore after that but it was what the Master wanted, her to know her place and since that night no one but the Master had whipped her. After the ceremony he took her to his place where her to please him. She knew what that meant and she immediately started. He didn't tie her down that night, it was her night to pleasure him to touch him to entice his very essence that he had made the right decision. She used her mouth, her tits, pussy and her ass making sure that is where he came as he always did like it up in her ass. Also that night he gave her a name only he could use, Pussy Cat.

He got up that morning and followed his same routine as he normally does, shower, she laid his clothes out, breakfast then off to work. She thought how could he forget. He called and said to make sure that certain things were done that day and that he expected her to complete them by lunch. He said he would call then and make sure and issue a new list. He said "Pussy Cat the tasks are not large but you need to have them done." In her collar, which generally never came off except when in the shower or out and not needed but always worn at home , solely started the tasks assigned.

She began to think was it something I did or didn't do. She thought back to the morning. Thought about everything that happened. Seemed normal nothing out of the ordinary. Wait she thought, he didn't smack me or kiss me or anything this morning. She felt the longing of his touch needed, he had not touched her that day. Master had at least smacked he ass or tits or just tweaked a nipple on the way out the door, just after he kissed her good bye and told her to be a good slave. She had missed something, she forgot something, what did I do wrong? It raced through her mind going over little detail since last night.

She knew when he called at lunch she better have those tasks done or the beating would be severe tonight, Master wasn't acting like himself, which scared her. Did he find another? Am I going to be replaced? She loved Master, his touch is what she longed for each day it became her reality that she was his and his alone.

While doing one of the chores she didn't hear the phone ring but saw the message light flashing. She looked at the time it was not lunch yet so she listened to the message. It was Master, it was good she was doing her tasks, but the last part worried her. Master was on his way home NOW!
His voice didn't sound any different. She realized she better hurry and get the last task done as she didn't know how close Master was. As she was just completing the last task she heard Master turn into the driveway. She hurried to her position by the door and assumed it, kneeling arms behind the back, knees spread and head down. A totally submissive position she knew but was very comfortable in it. It also pleased Master. Her mind still wondering what she had done wrong or missed. She couldn't think of anything. The first few months were rough on her, she was learning but still punishments must be given in order to re-enforce the lesson when done incorrectly.

Master stepped through the door, looked at her and said "Coat Pussy Cat". She immediately got up and went to the closet and removed a coat. The coat was not heavy but covered her for the most part. It was open to her tits and down to mid thigh. The last button was just slightly above her pussy but if she was walking you couldn't see, and sitting if she crossed her legs. He still didn't touch her. The longing inside was becoming an ache, a need for Master touch. She returned to the door where Master waited. He said back seat and hood. Immediately she went through the door expecting a swat on the ass. Nothing. She felt disheartened inside.

She thought as they drove in silence "I have done something major wrong" she thought to herself. The drive seemed to last forever, Master didn't say a word the whole trip. I don't know how long it lasted but it felt like an eternity. Her head racing as to what could be possibly happening, where is he taking me, is he giving me to someone else, thoughts that went through her head. Finally she felt the car turn onto a gravel road or so she thought and a few minutes later stopped. Master spoke finally "Get out of the car Pussy Cat and leave the coat and hood".
She removed the hood opened the door and got out took the coat off and tossed it in the backseat. She assumed her normal standing waiting position, legs spread, arms behind back and head down. She knew not to look but she wanted to but even worse yet she wanted, needed her Master's touch even if it was just in passing. The ache was becoming unbearable turning into a dull pain inside.

Master opened the trunk and got something out. Then tells her "Pussy Cat walk up to the tree ahead and stand there." She does as she is told. She hears Master gathering things and doing things but knows not to look. He walks up and she his hands are covered with gloves. The dull ache inside for his touch just turned into an ache of growing proportion. He grabs her left arm and ties it to a tree, then her right arm to a tree across from it. She can't feel him, only the leather of the gloves. He takes an ankle and ties it tree and does the same with the other. She is now completely exposed to what is in front of her. He tells her to look up.

She sees people that she knows, they were at her collaring a year ago and beyond that she sees the city they live in. Master speaks "A year ago you accepted my collar, today is that the anniversary of that collaring. Last year you took 200 lashes with a whip as your commitment to the lifestyle we live. Do you today accept the lifestyle by taking another 200 lashes of the whip? Yes, Master I will and gladly take 200 more if you so desire to show my obedience and desire to serve you as you require. As soon as she finished talking the first lash came down. The crowd together said "1". The crowd counted each lash as the crack of it hit her ass. Yes it was not what she wanted, she wanted only her Master's touch, to feel his skin next to hers. That torture was worse than the whipping she was receiving. After another lforever the last lash came down and the crowd said "200". Yes her ass was sore but the ache went to agony longing for her Master's touch.

Her Master went over to the bag near one of trees and pulled out a box. Master walks up and opens the box. It is a new collar stitched with "Slave Pussy Cat" in it and asks if you will accept this collar and to declare it loudly so the whole world will know. You yell "I accept this collar as I did the last on to obey and serve you as you require", the old collar comes off and the new collars locked in its place.

Master walks up in front of you knowing the pain you are in reaches for your tit and at the same time he touches it he says "CUM". As if on command you body responds and cums like it never has. Slave Pussy Cat felt complete inside and that night she purred as she did the year before, letting her Master use her to his pleasure as well as hers.