being collared
It’s such a simple thing, kneeling to receive a collar.
And yet, it’s so profound.
You on your knees, trembling with anticipation, smelling the leather as I slip it around your neck.
This is my favorite collar, a simple black leather collar with a D-ring and a bunch of slots to allow me to adjust it.
And then, the master lock. Or should we call it a mistress lock in this case? 
The sound of the lock clicking as you realize you’re trapped, truly locked, that I hold the key.
I like real locks. I have a set of these, all keyed alike, so I can use the same ones on your wrists and ankles. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
And… the feeling of the weight of the lock hanging from your throat.
Immediatly after collaring you, I will likely tousle your hair, letting you feel my fingers run through it.
And then as I stand before you, I’ll slip a finger through the D-ring, lift your head to look you in the eye silently.
No words are necessary. I just want to look at you, see your naked soul as you slip inexorably into submissive headspace at my gaze.
You’re mine now.
And then what? Humiliation perhaps. Or more bondage, perhaps with the matching cuffs. Are you up for a bit of an over-the-knee spanking? Or would you like to be introduced to my lavender strap-on?
Call me to discuss what comes next…
February 2nd, 2010 at 6:05 pm
Have you ever considered adding more videos to your blog posts to keep the readers more entertained? I mean I just read through the entire article of yours and it was quite good but since I’m more of a visual learner.