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What does a collar really mean to you?

To the people associated with our D/s Community a collar exhibits profound feelings of respect, intent, and more.
Unlike a ring on the finger which most often says ( I am Married, don't ask) a collar may be more intense than any ring. Collars come in many shapes, styles and of course sizes. Her collar may be a simple gold or silver chain, or may be a profound as a steel, platinum or solid gold accent bearing the name of her owner. Collars can and many times are the very jewelry associated with submission and ownership. To be "COLLARED" in a ceremony in front of your D/s friends, or family is a profoundly unique and special social occasion. Next to allowing yourself to be tattooed or branded, few signs of absolute submission can be paramount to these.

Women who accept the great responsibilities of becoming the wearers of such a permanent mark, are to be socially, emotionally and physically raised to a higher degree of professionalism and acceptance that the norm. Collaering should never be taken lightly, as it cannot be divorced in the social manner. Only the owner has the ability to allow the collared person to remove her collar and to set her free , if and only if she desires to move away from her obligation. D/s people take a collar much more serious than any marital ring. Some females love the big rock on their hands - but what does that really represent - a lifeless value? Wearing another's mark of slavery is profoundly much more emotionally deeper than the value of a stone. Monetary values mean little to most practitioners of D/s, while true ownership mean life and happiness, accepted and desired. DO NOT BREAK THE BOND!
1 year ago. Sunday, November 10, 2024 at 3:47 PM

Adding candles to one's cake can be terrifying as we wander into aging.  I am writing this today in remembrance of a dear friend of mine who had just turned 54 just before Halloween.  When you have known someone for better than 25 years, stood by her through 2 divorces, the loss of a teenage child, and being diagnosed with cancer, only to lose her is painful. I recall the first time she and I met in person and how nervous this young woman was.  She was embarrassed because I openly spoke about the pleasures of bondage as we ate dinner together in Chicago.  Blushing profusely as I asked her about her fantasies and female orgasms.  I recall looking at some older people looking at us in shock.  😄 I told her - "they know not what they have missed out on."  

I introduced her to her grieving husband and Dom some years later, and they hit it off together.  He had also been divorced for a few years and was looking for more than just an overnight love bunny.  I was the best man at their wedding. I don't believe anyone at the wedding or reception knew just how fricking kinky these two were away from prying eyes.  They did everything together, traveled, partied, and enjoyed their families. 

Breast cancer is a horrible thing to be diagnosed with.  She found out in January, had a double mastectomy and radiation treatments - but the cancer was bad and it was devastating.  The surgeons took my identity as a woman,  she cried.

As a man, I know that men too can be stricken with this disease, but it is quite rare.  Her husband did his best in his attempts to help her through this and prayed for her recovery.  Depressed, in pain, and worried about her looks as a woman, I believe that these feelings worked to bring her down. 

I will always have a soft spot for this lady who left us and our D/s community at such an early age.  The world is a lesser place without her. 

Pardon my ramblings all.  I too have had a few drinks in the last few days - what a loss, and so young.  It makes this ole 71 Y.O. lifelong Dom remember just how precious life is. 

If you are a woman who reads my rambling,  PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE - do not forgo your breast exams.  Some of these cancers grow rapidly! 

 

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