[M/s 365] His collar

On the anniversary of tenth year being His slave Master gave me a new collar. In a simple ceremony of blood and wax we rededicated ourselves to the journey together as Master and slave.

This collar was different from the  previous “discrete” day collar i had worn until then. Somehow in my mind  it advertised slave as if it was written on my forehead. Now i know this isn’t exactly the case, but some would know what it meant. I am happily His for 10+ years but this changed the mindset of being out with who we were.  There are times i wonder if someone knew would they treat me differently in certain daily situations. Would i be discounted  in the counselors office, the school, at the doctors ? What would their prejudices be ? I’ll probably really never know but to have the strength to set those thoughts aside took some practice and truly settling into the day to day of being slave.

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The funny part of all of this is that the collar is steel. I am not permitted to take it off going through the TSA security check at the airport. We build in a little extra time and Master gets a smirky yaya every single time i get the pat down. *sigh*

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