The Right Collar
I’m finally wearing my original collar again; the one Master gave me when I first visited him.
The big, unmistakable chain you’ve all seen me wearing in so many of my recent photos we call my “meat” collar; a really impressive piece for sure given the response from my audience. But it was only ever intended to be a “show” piece for special occasions. Impractical for day to day wear.
It was tragic that only a couple months after getting my original collar, a pin was lost and I was unable to continue wearing it.
It stung, to be without something so precious, but finally on the trip to Master just gone it was able to be fixed, and we both breathed a sigh of relief.
In my early days as a sub, I romanticized the collar a lot, what it meant. So many friends had theirs, and I was without. I yearned for it so. I expected the moment it went on to be so transformative. It both was and wasn’t what I expected. The collar has a quiet power on me; normally just a part of who I am, it is when feeling fear or stress I find myself clutching it to remind me I am loved, I have someone waiting for me to come to them.
Not long now, I’ll be with him. Thank you for repairing my collar Master. I don’t ever want to be without it again.