(via submissivemiss) Such a beautiful collar on such a beautiful neck.  I was looking for

(via submissivemiss)

Such a beautiful collar on such a beautiful neck.  I was looking for a photo to post to signify my own new collar.  While I attempted to take some of it myself, I haven’t had a chance during daylight and indoor lighting is so… poor.  I prefer the natural tones of a cloudy day.

The thickness of the leather, the weight of it around my throat at all private times is both constantly fulfilling and comforting - a physical reminder of who I am and what my place is, even when my Master isn’t here.

Now that I have my own space, His kennel is what he calls it, its easier to put in rules and regulations, to craft order around my life, to secure me in both collar and cage - if somewhat metaphysical at times due to circumstance.

This week, I am going through my clothing and making a list of what I own, so He may dictate what I will keep and what I will not.  I am no longer allowed to wear clothing in His kennel - simply my skin and my collar (there are some minor exceptions, of course, as He would like to keep me healthy and whole).  The act of it makes me feel… encompassed by Him, even when He isn’t with me.  I sometimes feel like without these rules, without this order, I’ll simply go crazy.  I’m so lucky and grateful that He guides me with boundaries to be punished if I cross (and can’t that be fun?) and provides me with that purpose that I’ve been waiting for forever.

I am impatient, as usual, to see what my next loss of freedom will be.