#slave collar
Daddy likes bimbos. Bimbos are happy as all they need to do is please Daddy. Be a bimbo.
Daddy’s girl exists for his pleasure, and here we see a good girl who knows her place. Her Daddy does whatever he wants with her, wherever he wants.
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So much to love in this photo. The hardware, the position, the heels. Daddy approves.
Do you understand?
When I dream of having a slave of my own, and when I dream of collaring her I usually imagine something a little thicker and more substantial than this. I really enjoy the thought of permanently welding it closed around her pretty little throat. (There are significant practical concerns around that, I know.)
But I also like the idea of spoiling my slave with many many collars for every possible occasion. she would not be allowed to change the collars herself of course. she would need Me to do that for her. Each change of the collar would be a tiny little ceremony reinforcing her status as my treasured property. And I could easily see something like this being an everyday, out in the world sort of collar. Something that the vanillas could convince themselves was just a piece of jewelry, but is still plainly a collar. Something comfortable to wear yet still snug enough around her throat to provide her a comforting reminder throughout the day that whatever she might be doing, she is still Mine. something pretty and delicate, just like her.
When I dream of having a slave of my own, and when I dream of collaring her I usually imagine something a little thicker and more substantial than this. I really enjoy the thought of permanently welding it closed around her pretty little throat. (There are significant practical concerns around that, I know.)
But I also like the idea of spoiling my slave with many many collars for every possible occasion. she would not be allowed to change the collars herself of course. she would need Me to do that for her. Each change of the collar would be a tiny little ceremony reinforcing her status as my treasured property. And I could easily see something like this being an everyday, out in the world sort of collar. Something that the vanillas could convince themselves was just a piece of jewelry, but is still plainly a collar. Something comfortable to wear yet still snug enough around her throat to provide her a comforting reminder throughout the day that whatever she might be doing, she is still Mine. something pretty and delicate, just like her.
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