Collar me

I'm going to be collared!

I'm so, so excited and just had to share it. Master said that He's bought a collar for me and it will arrive in a few days. So in a just a few days I'll belong to Him. An odd thing to be so excited about, I suppose. The idea of being someone else's property is a burden women have dealt with for centuries and desperately tried to throw off. But I suppose it's that whole thing of consent again; I want this and He knows that I want it, so we're both happy.

I've had a temporary collar before which we've used in scenes but I've never worn it in public. I always loved the feeling of that leather loop being fitted around my neck and knowing that He could use me however He wanted now. But the feeling was temporary and I generally had to be content with the memory of my collar.

Now, I'll have one all the time. It won't be an obviously BDSM collar. Master said it looks just like a simple chain necklace - the only difference being that I can't take it off.

I never expected He would want to collar me; He doesn't usually go in for symbols and ceremony. So, when He said to me "I'd like to collar you." I had to take a moment to realise that He actually meant it. I was so surprised and so instantly happy. I'd been thinking, for a little while, of asking for something like that - not a collar necessarily, perhaps an anklet or something. But I had been sure He wouldn't like the idea, perhaps would see it as too big a commitment, so I didn't ask.

Now to hear that He's decided Himself that he wants me collared, wants me to wear a symbol of my slavery all the time, is like a wonderful gift. Two gifts, in fact, because it was something I'd wanted but never really expected to get. (Like asking Santa for that amazing Lego kit or beautiful doll you saw in the shop but don't really expect will ever be yours- then finding it under the tree on Christmas morning.)