Threats and intimidation

The hand wraps around the collar, thereby shutting off more air than comfort requires, and all one can hear is Him going zzzttt zzzttt

He is not as funny as he thinks he is

Second guessing yourself

"That tighter collar doesn't seem to be working as a reminder. I knew I should have gone with the shock collar instead."

Mutters no one said anything about it being like a good behaviour bond :(

The next generation

Around work there must be more BDSMers than anywhere else. Well over the years it has certainly seemed that way given how many recognise the collar. Historically they have ranged from the snooty types who feel obliged to inform one of its actual meaning, to those who assume one knows everyone and is quite happy to swap notes, even if one is actually trying to serve other customers at the time.  For a while though it has been all quiet on the BDSM front.  No outings, no comments, no sly looks or bold questions...

All very peaceful

That ended this week...

For two days in a row one has been engaged in idle chit chat with customers and had them drop the C word. Yesterday it was a charming couple of friends who were obvious fringe dwellers and a lot of fun. They asked outright which side of the spectrum one was on. Sighs no one ever seems to believe the damn thing is there for their protection, but it did give them a giggle

The other one struck as one was handing her change...

I love your collar she said and then winked

Winked!

Sighs damned kids

Picks and pans

Well the birthday dinner with the work colleagues is over and there was much merriment and laughter. There was also the odd thoughtful gift. It was however coming home to find a new collar waiting on the bench that one wishes to dwell on here.

The collar is, once again, a Stealth Collar by Vad Farkas.

He does lovely work as one has mentioned before and if more companies were as efficient as his, the shopping world would be a beautiful place :D

Sighs it just feels so tight after the looseness of the last one...especially when His hand is jammed in it :(

Born to run

People often seem to have all sorts of concerns about wearing their collars in public. Personally one has had all sorts of fun with the damn thing. As a rule people fall into two camps; those who recognise it for what it is and those who don't. Of course there are those who fall somewhere outside of those lines... the one's who joke with only hazy ideas of what it is

Today was one of those people...

A gentleman walks into the shop looking for a good quality magnesium supplement. In this climate, particularly if you work outdoors, it's an essential thing if you don't want to be woken up in the middle of the night in excruciating agony as the muscle contract in spasms.  So we chit chat, swap stories about the pain and why one particular product is better than the others, have a couple of laughs and then he turns around and says....

So do they tie you up at night with that (indicating the collar)?

See round here people are pretty brazen. They are not content with dying of curiosity; they will come right out and ask about it... in a roundabout way... usually sexual

Smiling sweetly at the glimmer of mischief mingled with avid curiosity shining in his eyes one retorted...

Of course. Natural born runner. It's the only way to guarantee one will be there in the morning.

He went the most charming shade of pink under his deep tan. 

Whispers sometimes getting the answer is not as gratifying as you imagined :D

An unexpected bonus

With the weight loss there has been an unexpected development. The collar is now too big... and yes there are smaller ones lying around, but this one feels so nice

Wonders idly how much weight would need to be lost to slip the damned thing before it accidently slips off... 

Some days...

You look at your loved one and feel an overwhelming urge just to kill them. Oh it's nothing they are doing per say, more a combination of little things. Small, annoying, little things... like them breathing in your presence... that add up to that urge for death. That feeling combined with a sudden sweet tooth (the nagging persistent kind) and breasts that are tender and swollen lead one to conclude that the body is getting ready to have its fake period.

And He just has to keep reaching out to tweak a nipple and squeeze a breast. That is not diminishing the urge to kill Him as he lies there...

Of course the body has chosen now to do this... one actually has a three day weekend and other than plans to do life stuff, there were plans to have lots and lots of catch up sex. Instead what will happen is a baaaad migraine and a rotten disposition.

Actually the rotten disposition is already here...

Strange how collars are not a magical ward against that either...

They really are useless things L

He is not of the same opinion...

He thinks that the collar is an essential item at this time... something about holding one in place while he still has the sex that was on the agenda

Bastard!

On the road again and again

Six (sort of) local shopping centres...

Six EBs...

At some stage in here one small slave muttered that while unlikely to ever get the good slave award one should at least be in the running for the good girlfriend award...

He turned around and said you already have it... it's called a collar

Three Big Ws...

Three Targets...

Two Mr Toy Worlds...

One Toys R Us...

Later...

We are still missing one (1) figurine...

It was while doing the weekly grocery shop, at one of the more salubrious shopping centres, that one small slave discovered something interesting...

Their shopping trolleys have cup holders for your coffee and extra holders in the cart for baguettes and flowers...

Mind you at the price of their flowers you wouldn't want them rolling around with your shopping.

And one remains unconvinced by His argument that the collar is a reward at all... in fact one suspects it is the very opposite...

Twoo domism

A while back when surfing Fet... hey masochism takes many forms... one was fascinated to read this little pearl. Oh it wasn't a real pearl... more one of those cheap and poorly made fake ones... but one digresses...

Some domly type was pontificating on collars and uttered the statement that...

"If you can take it off it's not a collar, it's a necklace"

Now at the time one merely spat morning mouse on reading that little bit of wisdom. Thinking about all the times the collar(s) have been off in the six? seven? years (why is it one can never keep track of anniversaries?) we have been doing this one came up with this list

• The MRI for the dental implant
• Numerous chest X-rays
• Heat rash... the joys of that sub-tropical climate (the one that seems to be on holiday elsewhere atm)
• Of late it has been on/ off like a whore's drawers due to the shoulder pain... hell if you need assistance out of a bra then you do not need a heavy collar
• The odd blue moon when He has granted permission to wear some of the silver collection

Now none of these were life threatening situations... then they would just cut the fucker off... hmm...

The whole thing made one very grateful to be owned by a sane, rational human being...

OK there might have been a brief moment of self congratulatory back patting there for making such a good choice.

Right before wondering why anyone would choose the gentleman in question...

That question has been bugging one ever since.

Obviously it would be someone who has never actually worn a collar... surely?

And they would have to be... a bit of a fantasist too... surely?

Like does attract like after all...

This means you have two slightly delusional people in a meeting of like minds

Somewhere out there is his perfect mate...

We can almost guess how the rest of that little fairy story goes...