Someone be my Pet wolf? :3 I don’t have ears yet but soon i shall!
Oh my :3
19 years of age.
Welsh, living in Newcastle, Australia.
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Posts tagged collar
Waking up in a steel collar and bracelets, especially when they have become a permanent attachment, is an extraordinary feeling. The steel is unforgiving and permanent. It reminds you the minute you wake that you are no longer a free human being. It is there as a constant reminder that the sexually and socially subservient chattel; the personal property of an superior other.
It is hard to hide, and also signals your status to others who may feign indifference, but who are secretly amused or intrigued. Many will be quietly aroused. They will wonder what it would be like to be you. They will wonder who owns you. Is it a man or a woman? They will fantsise about what takes place in your relationship. They will fantasise about being in your shoes or those of your owner….for long after you have moved on.
But once you have resigned yourself to, and accepted, your new status in life; once you have come to terms with other seeing you as sexual freak or an object of their own desires, it is a paradoxically strange liberating experience. You no longer need to make decisions. You no longer need to assert yourself or fear failure. Your destiny, you every action is determined and controlled by another. It’s a little like that strangely liberating feeling the defeated often experience, when they surrender, of being glad it’s over.