Cold metal in the palm of my hand, link upon link joining together to form a circle of what appears to others as a unique, lovely, silver necklace. A single ring at the center tells so much more.
The ring rests just below my throat, as it should. Quite sensitive, this spot reminds me of my vulnerability. Throttled in anger, and i am in mortal danger. Firmly caressed by the knowing hand of my Dominant, and i am Home.
The ring is, of course, a circle, never finishing its flow. Quite smooth, it reminds me of the eternal nature of our exchange. i give, He takes, i submit, He leads, and onward toward all pleasures we journey, only to find ourselves back at the start of Us.
The ring can be empty, but it can also be the tethering spot for the most adorable of leashes, or the most commanding of chains. Quite willing, it reminds me that i am forever to be led, never straying far from my Master.
Rule 20: i shall wear the collar my Master gives me with pride for it signifies His ownership of me and my devotion to Him.
