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I have a leather collar that I wear when we are playing and I used to wear it in the evenings too.   I always wear a necklace and we have a ritual we do every morning when he puts it on me.  I use it as a touch stone to know that I am his and that I am loved and cherished.  Two weeks ago, my husband suggested something a bit more permanent and showed me this one that he had found.

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I’ve seen it before and even flirted with the idea of getting one, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted the commitment that such a collar carried with it.  It’s not like my leather one that I take off when we are done playing and it’s not as unobtrusive as a necklace that only I know the significance of.  We’ve just started reestablishing the trust that was damaged during the contract debacle and I’ve got some major life changes happening — I’ve started going back to school, both of my kids will be in school for a full day, and I’m doing my insomnia treatment which still has me napping daily for an hour and a half.  We’ve been talking about him taking a more active role in my life, not exactly like the contract, but guiding me more and helping me realize my wants and desires.  There is no punishment aspect to this dynamic change he’s suggesting, but I will have to learn to cope with his disappointment in me which I can see being tricky for me with some of my self esteem issues (something else he’d like to work on with me).  For example, I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to quit smoking now for a few months.  We now have it set up that I have to ask permission from him to smoke and I have to have a damned good reason for wanting a cigarette.  He’s told me that he’s almost always going to say no (an exception was made when our oldest was in the hospital this week for appendicitis).  This does help me a bit because I do want to please him but I also kind of resent that I’ve given him that much control over me.

Where is all of this going?  I’m wearing the collar now.  He originally wanted it to be an anniversary present but then he decided that he wanted to order it for me so I would have it when school started for the security it would bring me.  It didn’t arrive until after my second class and when I did put it on it was a rather hurried affair because I was getting reading to take our oldest to the ER for what I thought was a minor illness which turned out to be appendicitis.  He said a lot of things before collaring me, some stuff that I’ve always just attributed to bedroom play, but I accepted it thinking that it would be nice to have it with me in the tedium of the ER.  There was also a bit of a thrill wondering if people would recognize it for what it is rather than just another piece of jewelry and a bit of dread that I would be judged for it.  That night while I was waiting for my son to get out of surgery, I was able to really think about what he said when he collared me and truthfully it made me a bit uneasy.  I felt like I had given away my autonomy with the snick of an allen wrench.

To say things have been hectic for the past three days is an understatement, so we really haven’t been able to have an in depth discussion as to what the collar actually means to my daily life.  He’s already told me he’s not going to start picking out my clothes or things like that, but he’s definitely going to be taking a more active role in my life and that’s where I need to find out what that exactly means.  I’ve worn it for three days now and the weight of it is reassuring and I know he loves me wearing it.  I want to make it work because it means so much to him, I just need to find out what it means for me.

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