Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

New Collar

 

Rye's foot with a twine anklet.
Sir and I were both a little paranoid about my collar and security at the airport. Trying to deal with locks along with the kids and the bags was not really a stress I needed. So…
The collar is off. It’s horrible. I feel naked and purposeless. But Sir knows that I need something. So, this is my new collar for my vacation. It itches just enough to not let me forget it. I love it. Not as much as my true collar, obviously, but for the simple fact that Sir didn’t want me to go without. I am loved enough to have two feet of knotted twine around my ankle to show my Sir that the TSA cannot stop my submission.
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One Response to “New Collar”

  • ara

    A very clever ‘collar’!

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