Today is busy. I asked for permission to remove the house collar for a trip to the shops. When I finished that, the front lawn and its alarming dandelion population explosion needed mowing. Then a shower.
After my shower, I asked Sir what his preference would be for today’s house collar. He said the red one, with the rings that jangle every time I move.
Since where the collars are stored is between the bathroom and my closet, I stopped for a moment and put it on. There is something that I enjoy about being naked except for the house collar. It is a moment of fantasy that is easy to re-create in real life.
The red collar is a bit tighter and a bit heavier than the other house collars. It feels like a caress before Sir gets home.