If one were to open our many toy boxes, he or she would dis­cover that I have four col­lars in our tickle trunks*. There are two thick pink leather col­lars, one black leather col­lar and one small neon pink kit­ten style col­lar. Generally I wear the lighter of the two pink leather col­lars; how­ever, every now and then I will switch it up, in fact, as I type I am don­ning the black leather one. I have only recently turned to the black and my decision was made for three reasons:

1. Master said I could altern­ate
2. The pink is fur lined and hot now that it is sum­mer
3. The pink also does not go with every col­our in my ward­robe and my van­ity makes me want to match

I do value the col­lars that Master has given me; how­ever, after much dis­cus­sion between Master and myself along with many oth­ers, I have dis­covered that my feel­ings towards the col­lar var­ies greatly to many oth­ers. Although I do find the col­lar to be a sym­bol of my slavery to Master, per­son­ally I do not believe the col­lar is neces­sary for me to be a slave. In fact on Sunday when Master and I went out and about I asked to replace the col­lar with a neck­lace: a dainty pretty crys­tal etern­ity circle on a sil­ver chain. I wanted the pretty arti­fact to be around my neck pol­ish­ing my out­fit and so I asked per­mis­sion to remove the col­lar, repla­cing it with some­thing new. Master was hes­it­ant at first; how­ever, he did per­mit me such a treat and I am so happy he did. For Master the col­lar has much more mean­ing with regards to hav­ing to wear it all the time. For me though, I am Masters slave, no mat­ter what is around my neck. I do not require a leather or steel reminder of my place with him but I can under­stand why he wishes for me to have it.

The col­lar is sim­ilar to a wed­ding ring to me and I shock many by stat­ing that if I were to get mar­ried I most likely would only wear a ring because I was told to by Master. Once more, I under­stand the sym­bolic mean­ing behind the rings; how­ever, by not wear­ing them does not mean I am no longer mar­ried, it simply means I do not require a form of metal adorn­ing my flesh to remind me that I am spoken for. With that being said, I fully under­stand why people abso­lutely love hav­ing such gems on his or her fin­gers and in a true me-ism I say “to each his/her own”.

I have found over the years that many times people hold more worth or value on the arti­facts that rep­res­ent his/her com­mit­ment than the rela­tion­ship itself. I have wit­nessed emo­tional break­downs when people have lost a ring or broken a col­lar and even have thought that bad luck would come to his/her rela­tion­ship due to the mis­for­tune that took place. The emphasis on said trinkets is over­whelm­ing to me at times and I can not help but won­der why any­one would allow mater­ial to con­trol so much of his/her life? I do not believe I would ever want to feel as though my slavery was based on the circle enclosed around my throat. No, I would want my slavery to be based solely on my ded­ic­a­tion, loy­alty and love that I have for Master and my deep desire to be his slave. Yes, when I feel the col­lar around my neck I can not help but be reminded that I am his slave but the know­ledge that I am his owned prop­erty does not dis­sip­ate once the leather slips off my flesh, on the con­trary. When I am bare I find myself focus­ing even more so on my ser­vitude to Master, want­ing him to be very aware that I am his; heart, mind body and soul.

The col­lar I wear and never take off is deeply embed­ded in my mind and around my heart.

~His