A submissive's determination

Determination's reward

It's been exactly two days and a half. I walk into our familiar room and go to her. My fingers slide along her hair and cheek. 'Kitten?' I say as soft as possible, her eyes flutter and open ever so slightly as she yawns. I take her hands and take them off of the bed.
'Master...' She says weak. Broken. Exhausted.
I smile and pick her up. I carry her to the bathroom and place her in the empty bathtub, undressing her.

With a creak of the handle, warm water covers her back. The tub fills and envelops her in soothing warmth. She gasps and smiles, feeling my hands rub along her body, massaging her. The scent of bath oil fills her nose and clears the soiled scent from it. Her body at long last relaxes. I continue to wash her for at least an hour.
'Stay right there, kitten.' I say with a smile and returns not five minutes later with a bowl of soup and toast, along with her favorite tea.

She eats hastily, and is quickly filled. She steps out of the bath at my permission. I rub the towel over her, drying her. She feels weak to stand but contains the pain in her knees. She keeps her eyes transfixed on me. Awaiting something from me.
'Get dressed please.' I point to a pile of folded clothes nearby.
She does exactly that, in record pace.
She keeps looking at me saying nothing at all, but with a smile on her lips. I reply it with the widest smile I've never shown.

'Kitten... you've made me proud. More than anything. As I mentioned, I asked this of you to give you your collar.'
A tear rolled down her cheek. She did it. She finally did it. After six years of trying to be his, three years of being together, it finally came to this moment.
He turned around and took out a rather sizable box, within it was a collar of pure gold. Gold with black diamonds along the edge. Her eyes sparkled just as much as the diamonds upon it. Hanging from the front is a golden lock. Engraved upon it; 'Arra's Kitten'
She gets on her knees instinctively. The sharp pain returns. She doesn't care. She fought too hard for that collar, for the right to be mine. It's finally within her grasp. She takes her hair aside, revealing the skin of her neck. I smile wide.
'Then from this day forth.' I place the collar around her and start closing the screw. This really is permanent... I think, with the strongest realization. Her eyes looking in mine say that she realizes it also. The screw is locked. The circle closed.
She sighs, tears rolling down her smile.

'I'm finally yours... My Master.'