Part 3: Complete Devotion

The morning sunlight illuminated Katka’s body as she knelt by the window, completely bare except for the sleek, elegant collar around her neck. Her posture was perfect—back straight, knees apart, hands resting palms-up on her thighs. She had been waiting patiently, her eyes lowered, listening for his command. The collar, his symbol of ownership, was a constant reminder of who she belonged to.

He stood behind her, silently admiring the picture of submission she presented. Over the months, she had given herself to him entirely, surrendering her mind, body, and soul. Today would mark the culmination of her complete devotion.

“Katka,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Come here.”

Without hesitation, she rose gracefully and crossed the room, her every movement deliberate and controlled. When she reached him, she sank to her knees, her head bowed. “Yes, sir. How may I serve you?”

He placed a hand under her chin, lifting her face so her eyes met his. “Do you understand what today means?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied softly. “Today, I give you everything. I belong to you completely.”

His lips curled into a faint smile. “Good girl. I’ve been waiting for this moment. Let’s begin.”

The Ritual of Submission

He guided her to stand and led her to the center of the room, where a cushion awaited. She knelt on it immediately, her hands resting on her thighs, her breathing steady. He began to speak, his tone commanding and deliberate.

“From this moment forward, your body and your life are no longer your own. They belong to me. You will obey me without hesitation, trust me without question, and serve me without limits. Do you accept this?”

“I do, sir,” she answered, her voice clear and unwavering.

“Good. Remove all doubt from your mind, Katka. You exist to please me. Everything you do, every thought you have, every breath you take, will serve that purpose. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement.

He reached for a blindfold and secured it around her eyes. “You’ll see nothing and hear only my voice. Trust me to guide you.”

Her breath hitched as he circled her, his presence overwhelming even in her blindness. His hands moved over her body, claiming her skin, testing her boundaries, and pushing her to surrender further. Her body shivered under his touch, each caress reinforcing her role.

“You are mine, Katka,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Every inch of you belongs to me. Say it.”

“I am yours, sir. Every inch of me belongs to you,” she repeated, her voice filled with conviction.

“Good girl,” he said, his hand brushing her cheek. “Now, prove it.”

Acts of Devotion

He directed her through a series of tasks designed to test her obedience and reinforce her submission. She performed each one flawlessly, her focus entirely on pleasing him. She remained silent unless commanded to speak, her body responding instinctively to his touch and instructions.

When he brought her to the edge of release, he paused, his voice cutting through her haze of desire. “Not yet. You’ll climax only when I decide. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her body trembling with need but holding still, trusting his control.

He took his time, teasing and denying her until she was trembling, her submission absolute. When he finally allowed her release, her cries filled the room, her body shaking with the intensity of her surrender. He held her afterward, stroking her hair and murmuring soft praises.

“You’ve done well, Katka. You’ve proven yourself worthy of your role. You are mine, completely and forever.”

A Life of Submission

In the days that followed, Katka’s submission deepened even further. She sought his guidance in every aspect of her life, from her daily routines to her personal ambitions. Her trust in him was absolute, and she thrived under his direction.

Each morning began with a ritual of devotion. She knelt at his feet as he drank his coffee, awaiting his instructions for the day. Each evening ended with her head resting in his lap, her body and mind at peace knowing she had served him well.

One night, as they lay together, he traced his fingers along the collar around her neck. “Do you regret your choice, Katka?”

She shook her head, her voice soft but firm. “No, sir. I’ve never been happier. This is where I belong.”

He smiled, pulling her closer. “And I will take care of you, always. Your devotion is the greatest gift I could ever receive.”

She pressed a kiss to his chest, her heart full. “Thank you, sir. For everything.”

As she drifted to sleep in his arms, Katka knew she had found her purpose. She was his, completely and irrevocably, and in that, she had found true freedom.