Collar

It is bone-dry Thursday. No toys, no masturbation. It tends to make me both a bit stir crazy and productive.

I am in the kitchen, writing and working. My neck is bare, except for the day collar, and it feels a little strange. Kind of naked. I have noticed that I do not miss it as keenly when Sir is home. This makes me forget to ask permission to have it replaced if we go out together, and then come home.

This comes with its own payback. Knowing that this is something that I have agreed to do, but keep on forgetting, makes me want to berate myself. Thank goodness Sir is there to reinforce it.

 

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