Enjoying Her Collar
In which A Subtle Slavegirl enjoys her not-so-subtle collar:
It’s big, thick, heavy, noisy and I’ve worn it 24/7 since August last year. Beach, gym, pool, shower, rain, hail or shine that lump of steel has sat around my throat.
Now, I’ll let you in on a little secret…sometimes it annoys the crap out of me, but at the end of the day, I really love it. I love it when Master attaches his leash to it, I love it when he slips a finger through it and leads me somewhere and I love the security of it. Because try as I might, the damn thing ain’t coming off.
One strong image in my fantasies is being chained up somewhere. Now I don’t mean just being in chains somewhere, I mean physically chained to something. A wall, a bed, a cage, a post…anything really, as long as I am chained to something. For some reason, and I can’t for the life of my figure out why, the idea of being chained to something is so god damn hot, I’m going to need a release session just writing about it.
