The Collar

It has been a while since I've been able to make a new page ~ despite trials in both our lives, Master and myself have managed to get a bit of time for ourselves. During one of these weekends, September 23, 2000, to be exact ~ I was given my collar. We had spent the afternoon shopping in a local fetish shop ~ since I've never been in one, my eyes were huge, as you can imagine! He looked at several things in the store, with the promise that whatever we bought.. we would use that night.. lol.. so I kept my curiosity well under control. After having looked in all the rooms,at the assorted clothing, floggers and equipment, we noticed one small room, set off to the side. We walked in, trailed by a submissive salesperson. The walls of the room were laden with leather goods of all kinds.. set under each was a showcase. As is His wont, Dr. Wicked's eyes quickly scanned the area before He entered.. He then walked to a showcase, eyes alight. In it were several collars, all of different types; wide black leather, simulated barbed wire mesh.. and off to the side, the one pictured above. With the romantic words, 'Let's try this on your skinny chicken neck', He chuckled, then stood back as the sub fastened it on. Head tilted to the side, considering, then smiling... 'Yes, that's it. I'll take that one.' The collar purchased, we went to the car, where He then fastened it around my neck, my heart beating like a triphammer. We then celebrated the remainder of the weekend. There is one thing I need to state here. I had grown insecure concerning this issue ~ when almost a year and a half had passed and I still remained collarless, I began to question; was I not good enough, was there something I had yet to learn/do/accomplish before I was given one? I was unaware that Dr. Wicked had been searching for one for months; He never let on when I voiced my self doubts, saying only,'It is a big step, little one, and not one to be taken lightly.' I had grown angry when others mentioned collars, knowing it was important to me yet denying this publicly, not wanting to reveal my feelings. As usual, Dr. Wicked was aware of all this, yet kept silent, deciding He would do this in His way, and His time. You may have noticed by now the thorns which decorate quite a few of these pages; it is a motif which was an immediate favorite of both of ours when first discovered. Though it is made in an art-deco fashion, something which can be worn daily without questions from others, my collar has the same thought in mind.. and it is worn with pride and great joy. Thank You, Loved One.