Collared

Since the night before the operation the collar has been off. Whee... OK you probably aren't meant cry free, free at last, when your collar comes off, but our uneasy relationship has been documented before. So it was without enthusiasm one greeted its proposed return today. Yes, yes, bad slave... hangs head contritely.

Seeing the reluctance He said so you're ready for the brand.

Brand, what brand?

Well the one that permanently marks you He replied.

Did we just skip a step here? How did we go from collar to brand? Oh this is because one was less than enthusiastic about the tattoo idea wasn't it?

Well your reluctance did indicate to me that you didn't think it was enough as a mark of ownership, He replied.

That was because you want to get "all deliveries at rear"... tattooed round one's arsehole. You just do this shit to make your original idea seem to be the most reasonable one by comparison. Don't think one doesn't see your little Jedi mind tricks.

So it was under these coercive tactics that the collar was put back on... along with the Njoy. There is nothing like the combined weight of steel slapped around your neck and shoved up your arse to remind you that someone other than your good self is in charge. Well that and the slightly maniacal gleam in His eye...

You know, one thinks that maybe the recovery phase is coming to an end...