You come to me and kneel. You hand me the collar, the collar that I have given you: my collar, leather and steel, the engraving claiming you as my property.
“Please Ma’am, will you put your collar on me?”
It makes me smile every time you ask me, every single time, it makes me melt, it brings you close, sometimes I reach to kiss you, and always, I say “Yes”.
I put the collar around … Continue Reading