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I bought my first collar not too long ago, at the request of my former Mistress. It is black leather, with metal studs, a regular dog collar with a ring for a leash. I've kind of been growing attached to it, I had to wear it whenever I was home for a time, I would even sleep with it on. When I left home I would get in the habit of feeling my neck to make sure I hadn't forgotten to take it off. I never forgot, though once I went out with the word slut written on my forehead, a long story as to why, I don't think I'll bother explaining that one. How embarressing, I remembered before getting far, and rushed home. After that I was nervous about such things. But my collar became for me a constant reminder of my place, it made me feel owned even whenI was alone. I miss wearing it now, I wouldn't imagine wearing something like that while alone, it would lose its meaning.
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