Pretty in pink

Maestro, grabbing his crotch: “I’m going to punish you with this thing later.”

One of the first gifts he bought me was a collar and leash, with a pretty pink dog tag with my name and his phone number on it. He’s my rope top, and I’m his little bird that got lost in my own cul-de-sac. It signifies something more than a sexual power relationship. The ‘more’ part of it is being revealed in this blog. Revealed to myself, mostly. My younger self would never wear a collar, would never be subservient in any way, to any person … let alone a man. The mere act of putting on a collar would betray everything I valued about myself. So why now? Wearing a collar and being led around by a leash requires bravery. A kind of bravery that is liberating. It takes courage to accept oneself, demonstrate it, and face the music. It also requires placing your trust in another wholeheartedly. All the years I spent being an alpha in professional and personal relationships took a toll on me, and blocked me from accepting all of me. Right now I need help to reconstruct my cul-de-sac and find my way out, and Maestro is my guide. So the collar and leash? They free me, rather than bind me, just as the ropes don’t bind. I see freedom in the photos.

The first time we went shopping with my collar and chain, the sales woman at Michael’s complimented me on my choker. Didn’t tell her it’s a dog tag, because I gave ownership of my pussy to Maestro, and if I get lost I get returned to him. We also went to a travel agent to book a vacation. When we sat across from her, I was wondering if she noticed my collar and the chain. Did she think it was a funky necklace? A fashion accessory? Did she see his cum from this morning still on my neck?