Johnny slave sub(sub male){I'd most w}
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4 years ago •
Jun 7, 2020
To be collared
4 years ago •
Jun 7, 2020
Since high school, when I came to have my first relationship with a woman, it was with one who was certainly in charge, but in a somewhat minimal way. Since then, my only relationships have been with authoritative women. Being naturally submissive, I'm quite aware that I would not be able to fully relate or function very well within a relationship, outside feminine control. Initially, in my first 2 relationships, I had none to very little knowledge of being collared. It was in my 3rd ever relationship (A TPE relationship, lasting 10 years. .til she passed away) ..that I became collared. Being collared took on meaning during those years. Unfortunately, my most recent and thus far my last relationship (Lasting 25 years...til she happened to become involved with a male from her native country), there was no collaring, once again.
By this...I'm able to clearly see that collaring doesn't seem to be something required or embraced by all. Yet, in 10 of my previous years when I was collared...I did feel a greater sense of being owned.
I'm not certain if it was the collar itself, or the reality that it was also a relationship of Total Power Exchange. Nevertheless, the collaring ceremony was lovely, yet naturally humbling as well....as rightfully it should be.
The collar was a symbol of shared trust, my unity with her, my owed obedience to her, my acceptance of her decisions and control over all day to day aspects of our shared life.
It was a clear outward sign to others that I belonged to her and had the honor of serving her and placing her pleasures over my own.
By her placing her collar upon me...she was acknowledging her place above me, her vow to care for my health, safety and well being, her right to rule over me, to humble me, to set whatever rules and protocols she so desired, to teach me how she wanted me to behave, serve her and do things, to correct me the honor of not merely being just another man in her life, but her slave, her pet, her personal property.
By my acceptance of her collar, I acknowledged all the above to be true, properly correct and righteous. That collar was a daily reminder to me of my place beneath her, my loyalty to her, my honor to obey Her at all times...even in the presence of knowing friends. It was my vow to look up to her and outside hard limits. ..to please and serve her, however she allowed or demanded me to do so.
The color of the collar, may or may not matter. In my case, her favorite color, over all others was pink and so, she decided that I should have some pink in my life.
As for the collaring ceremony, it can be done in the shared privacy between the Woman and her male alone...or as mine was...in the presence of her invited friends. Either way is good and proper...at least in my most humble opinion. Cause, in my view....the woman who collared me was the decision maker, and so...decisions concerning the collaring were in truth...up to her.
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