Love note from a slave II

The truth?

You owned my heart

for a long time

your chains encircled my soul

and made me wet for you

The Truth?

You conquered me

the day we met

your charm and sex appeal

twisting a spell over my pussy.

The Truth?

You enchanted me

day after day

Your humor, wit, wisdom

drove me forever into your world.

The Truth?

You took me

owning me just by being there

your love and gentle ways

had me enthralled around your flame.

The Truth?

I was already yours

In all ways

Heart, Mind, Body and Soul

but this was the steel

The Truth?

Yours Forever

With your collar

I'll forever kneel. 

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Collaring Ceremony Part 2

CONTINUTED FROM PART 1

"Good girl!! Now pee!"  Special K struggles with this as she has just cum and hasn't yet been trained to pee while sexually aroused. She pushes harder with her bladder but still nothing comes out. She looks over to me with eyes pleading as if I would have sympathy.  I slap her across the face instead. "Pee for me!"  She pushes but still nothing. Ashlie is positioned right below her pussy, with her mouth wide open --begging for her piss to drink.

"Come on. Did you follow my instructions and drink all the water I requested before the ceremony?"  She signs Yes Master.  "Good. Now piss it out!"  She pushes a tiny dribble starts and Ashlie licks it up ...hitting her clit with her tongue  and immediately stopping the flow.  I slap her hard across her ass, "Don't fucking stop peeing slut!"  She looks out at the crowd watching her and then pushes with all her might -- unleashing a long hard stream of piss filling Ashlie's awaiting mouth and spilling down her chest, making her white blouse turn clear exposing her perky little tits running down to join the puddle on the floor.  Ashlie swallows her energy eagerly and I know she's so turned on by drinking her piss: especially in front of a crowd of people she knows.

"Now kittens, show the crowd what good little slaves you are and lick up some of that piss mixture on the
floor.  That's a mix of all of our piss: all of our energy." Then begin licking and slurping it up as I continue, "That drink is a symbol for all of our energies being mixed and joined together today. Embrace it and welcome it into yourselves."  As they crawl around on their hands and knees, licking it up, Master Photographer records the event.

"Now it is time collar the little sluts. And I do mean sluts. Ashlie, it would be unfitting for you to have a collar that doesn't match your slave sister so I will be recollaring you with a matching collar.  Johnny, bring forth the collars."

Now Johnny is a huge hulking man who most definitely lifts weights and looks it. He tall too...I'm guessing 6'3 and about 260lbs of lean muscle (I'll have to ask him tho! lol. Ash, if you're reading this, give me your guesses too...we'll see who is closer. Regardless, he's huge and looks intimidating.)  As usual,  he is wearing leather pants and no shirt.  He walks over to his girl, Heather, who is hold out a collar on each wrist and two metal bracelets in each hand.  Heather is wearing a white lacy corset, white stockings attached with garters, white lacy panties, white heels and a white leather collar with a D-ring in the front.  Johnny easily picks her up and hoists her on his shoulder. He then walks over and drops her off beside me.

"Special K, are you ready to forever give up your freedom and become my property, to be loved and owned for as long as you shall live?"  She signs, Yes Master.

"Ashlie, get on your hands and knees, facing sideways so the crowd can see you. Special K, get on your hands and knees behind Ashlie and stick your tongue up her ass and keep licking her tight little asshole until you are collared."

As the girls comply, I hold the collar aloft for the guests to observe, "This collar is a symbol of my ownership. It says the slave slut wearing this is my property and she has no rights as a person any more. She is simply my slave. When I put this collar around her neck: she becomes mine completely. As my property, I have a duty to keep her, to ensure she is healthy and happy. I am responsible for her life, making sure she has clothes, food, shelter and that her emotional and creative needs are taken care of. As I place this collar around her neck, I accept her completely as she is and accept these responsibilities to take care of her for the rest of her life."

Special K tries to concentrate on listening to my words but is also very conscious of the delicious taste of Ashlie's asshole and the crowd looking down at her.

"As a slave, you have a duty to obey your Master without question, giving him compete control of your life, actions, sexuality, dress, appearance, food intake and exercise for the remainder of your days. Do you accept me,  irrevocably,  as your absolute Master for the rest of your life?"  As she signs Yes Master, I notice my heart skips a beat! I am so utterly happy at this moment!

With this, I lean over her,  and while her tongue is still deep up Ashlie's ass, I place the collar around her neck and lock it permanently in place.    The collars are very special and expensive -- but should last a lifetime. They are made of titanium so they are waterproof, light and yet very strong. Here's a picture of it:

                           

 Ok, the girl I originally saw this on in real life...

she has an astounding collection of great collars!

But I can't find a pic of her with the RIGHT collar :-/

(I know her breakup with the Master that gave it to her

wasn't great so....instead, here she is in other collars.)

It has a removable ring so it can be worn in more vanilla environments. And it has matching bracelets that serve as wrist cuffs. In short, the are fucking awesome!

I grab her roughly by the hair and yank her head back out of Ashlie's ass, pulling her to her feet.  I stare deep into her eyes -- into her soul -- and say, "You are mine. Forever.  IT. IS. DONE." And with that, I give her a deep, passionate french kiss, my mouth exploring hers and enjoying the subtle flavour of Ashlie's ass at the same time.

Leading her by the hair, I maneuver her in front of Ashlie and push her down to the floor so that this time, she is on all fours in front of Ashlie.  I spread Special K's ass cheeks, exposing her tender anal bud, and demand of Ashlie, "Lick it."

Ashlie dives her tongue into her slave sisters nether regions while looking me in the eye adoringly.  She too is on all fours beneath me. I summon the lovely Heather closer and take from her the second and matching collar.

"Ashlie, the collar you wear is a symbol of my ownership. You have worn it well.  Now it is time to update it to also represent the bond with your slave sister. This says the slave slut wearing this is my property and she has no rights as a person. You are simply my slave, my property and mine completely.   I have a duty to keep you, to ensure you are healthy and happy. I am responsible for you life, making sure you have clothes, food, shelter and that your emotional and creative needs are taken care of.  With this, we reaffirm my role as your Master and your role as my property and loyal sexpet that I will keep and take care of for the rest of your life."

I look down at her and I am so pleased to see her dutifully forcing her tongue deep up Special K's ass while looking at me with a look of such adoration and love.

"As my slave, you have a duty to obey me without question, you have given compete control of your life, actions, sexuality, dress, appearance, food intake and exercise for the remainder of your days. Do you reaffirm your role as a slave so that all here can witness it?"  With the tip of her tongue still embedded in Special K's ass, she says, "Yeth Mathster" and then plunges her tongue back in to it's full depth.

I lean over and place the collar around her neck and then lock it in place for all time.  She now is wearing 2 collars of mine -- the collar made of stainless steel rings (see image below)

Also seen is a necklace that has a vial of my blood

(note: this broke and is no longer around)

and the more elegant titanium collar:

"Now it is time to remove the old collar."  This time I pull Ashlie up by her hair so that she is standing before me. I push her back to the St. Andrew's cross and motion again to Heather.  She holds out the titanium bracelets and I take one and attach it to Ashlie's wrist. Then I take a carabiner and affix the bracelet to the top of cross.  I repeat the process with her other wrist and then place a leather restraint on each ankle before attaching her legs to the base of the cross so that she is effectively spread-eagled.

Going over to Special K who is waiting, naked on all fours, I grab the collar from the back of her neck and lead her like a dog over to Ashlie. I guide her face under Ashlie's kilt and into her pussy. "Lick."

While Special K is kneeling below Ashlie and busy tasting her, I take the 2 remaining titanium bracelets and attach them to Special K's wrists.  Then I take her arms and move them around the back of the cross so that she is hugging Ashlie and the cross as I attach the wrist cuffs together with a metal fastener.

Then I take out a giant pair of bolt cutters. (Note for Ashlie, yes, I do have a key to the lock, but bolt cutters is more theatrical -- and the key may not work if the lock is rusted inside... I don't know,  I've never wanted to undo it for any reason! The last thing I want is to be struggling with a lock in front of a crowd of onlookers...so I'm cutting it off.)  I place the bolt cutters against the loop of the lock and snap it down, cutting both sides of the loop at once and then I deftly catch the falling lock.

"There, now you have just a collar that binds you to me and your slave sister."  I remove the stainless steel collar from her neck and place it in my pocket, "I will use this for the next slave.  Special K, keep licking her. Ashlie, entertain the people and cum for them."

I then get an additional pair of leather ankle cuffs and attach them to Special K's dainty ankles as she continues to pleasure Ashlie for the viewing enjoyment of our audience.

With that done, I free Ashlie's arms and legs from the St. Andrew's Cross and then undo Special K's wrists so they both mobile again.

As Ashlie cums really hard on Special K's tongue, I turn to the audience and say, "The Collaring Ceremony is complete. Now, we eat!  Masters and Dommes, if you would be so kind as to send your slaves to the kitchen to bring the food out to this table over here."

With that a flurry of activity ensues with the slaves rushing off -- often with a sharp smack on the ass-- while I take the opportunity to move my lovely little collared sluts over to the main food table. I lift the light little Ashlie on to the table and lay her flat on her back. Then I lift Special K over her so they are in 69 position.  With the attachments, I bind each wrist to the other's ankle so they are bound together in 69 position as the food is placed all around them on the table.  Large platters of meat, open-faced sandwiches, Danish pastries,  serving dishes filled with flour ball soup and the required plates and silverware all fill the table. Wines are placed at the end of the table -- even though Craiger has a fully functioning open bar that is staffed by his lovely slaves.

"Little sluts, I want you to be skinny for me, so today, while the guests eat, you get to eat each other."  And with that, the sluts bury their tongues into each other's pussy as the last food dishes are laid out.

I turn to my guests, "Dinner is served."

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Collaring Ceremony Part 1

The significance of a collar to myself and my slaves is extremely significant and not something I take lightly at all.  Of course,  I can use collars for physical play -- but these are always leather and attached in a temporary way.  But a real collar to me is metal and permanently affixed to the slave and completely unremoveable.  To me, a collar is more permanent and significant than a wedding ring and the ultimate symbol of my ownership.

Now the application of collar can be done in a ceremony attended by many members of the BDSM community or it can be done in a private but not less significant ceremony.   I am going to describe one such ceremony that I will use in the collaring of my next slave but this ceremony will also be used as an opportunity to change my slave Ashlie's collar to a matching metal collar.

The ceremony will take place at Craiger's Dungeon. Craiger is a Dom in the BDSM community that is very well known -- and his Dungeon is large enough to hold all the people and his space has a 2nd floor that overlooks the main hall where the ceremony will occur.   (And Craiger, if you're reading this, you will rent your space out to me for really cheap, right? ;)  )  There are over 100 people present, all Masters, slaves, Dommes and  subs in formal fetish wear.  These make up friends in the community who all came out to observe the collaring of my new slave.

I am wearing a Roman Catholic priest cassock -- it seems appropriate as I will be officiating the ceremony
and it IS like a wedding.  Ashlie, my collared and beautiful slave wears a schoolgirl uniform (white blouse, red kilt, and white stockings. Underneath, I know she is wearing a tight black latex corset that I helped her cinch incredibly tightly so that she has a wasp waist. Her white stockings are attached to the corset with garters that are just barely visible under the hem of her kilt.  Her hair is in braids and she has her beautiful metal collar --the same collar that she has worn since I put it on her neck.  

The new slave, Special K, is a youthful looking thin Japanese girl who stands just 5'1 and weighs barely 90 pounds.  I want to state here that I have fallen deeply in love with Ashlie -- the totality of her submission to me has won my heart and I my cock seems ever hard in her presence.  And as I have gotten to know Special K, my heart has blossomed a deep and uncensored love for her as well. She too is a rare submissive like Ashlie who is naturally at her core a sex slave.  And I wish to keep forever -- looking after them both and ensuring they are safe, secure and looked after for all-ways. This is part of the pledge that I make to them as a permanently collared slave. They are both to be my property, owned by me and my prized possessions.  They are more important and adored than Ferrari -- and I intend to keep both till death.   The best thing is, Special K and Ashlie have fallen in love! So the collaring will work to unify my household.  I look around at all the smiling faces of people in the community and I'm pleased to have friends present to witness the occasion.

The music starts as I stand at the front of the room with Ashlie dutifully by my side.  The doors open and all eyes turn to Special K  as she enters the dungeon.  She is completely naked and has her long black hair freely flowing.     She is thin and meek yet excited that this is finally happening-- but now I see her looking very nervous walking naked in front of so many people that are here to witness her being collared.  Walking past all the onlookers, she approaches me from across the room.  I catch her looking at Ashlie for reassurance and the two exchange smiles.  Finally she is standing expectantly before me.  I graze into her eyes lovingly and she returns the look. Yes, I want this one to be my slave.

I hold out my and Ashlie places a ball gag in my hand and I hold it for the crowd to see.   "Open your mouth" and Special K complies. I hand the ball to Ashlie and nod. She places the ball gag in Special K's mouth and straps it around the back of her head, securing it firmly in place as I speak, "This gag symbolizes the silencing of your will. From this day forward, you will be unable to speak, remaining silent and ever ready to serve. Do you understand."

She nods.

"Good. You will be my silent slave and you will look at your silence as something you keep because your Master deeply desires it of you.  From this day forward, if you ever need use of a voice, Ashlie will speak for you so that you may remain ever silent and devoted to me. Ashlie, accept the role a Special K's voice."

Ashlie steps forward, leans down to the mouth of the much shorter slave, and kisses her on the ball of gag. "Master, I accept the role as Special K's voice."

"Thank you. [Announcing to the crowd]  Let me know if she disobeys me and speaks even one word. Even if she is cumming and shouts out, 'Oh God!' This slave is forbidden to speak from this day forward."

The crowd accepts the announcement though some of them definitely look surprised...and others are no doubt turned on by the idea a vow of silence.

"Slave, I  want you silent and voiceless as symbol of my power over you. From this day forward, your silence will be a source of pride and a symbol of your loving devotion to me. Do accept this duty to me?"

Special K nods.

"Then from this day forth, you are mentally gagged by me and will be unable to speak even if no gag is in your mouth silencing you."

She beams lovingly at me knowing that I am deeply turned on by silence. I know she will obey me and look at her vow of silence as one of the most special gifts she can give her Master -- knowing her silence is demanded of her.  She also takes comfort in the fact that this has been announced to the entire community at once so she has no need to explain it to everyone -- and without words that'd be a huge challenge for her.  But now, she is a member of a community that understands and accepts her a silenced slave.


"But you are a smart girl and I love your mind, so you will still be permitted to communicate with Ashlie and myself through writing, typing and sign language. This is how you sign 'Yes Master'. Do you understand?"  K signs, Yes Master.


"Good girl. Now is the time for the energy exchange.  All body fluids contain a person's energy and you are to filled with the energy of your Master so you are filled with his energy so that you can better serve him. Get me hard sexpet."  Ashlie moves over to me, drops to her knees and raises my cassock. Then, in front of everyone, she sucks my thick cock until it hard.  As she is blowing me, I grab K and pull her close. I remove the gag and then push her down to her knees as well.  I push Ashlie abruptly off my cock and pull K's mouth onto my cock and force her to suck my cock as she's naked in front of over 100 people. I force my cock to the back of her throat and struggles not to puke in front of the crowd.  Then I push her back too...so both my slaves are on their knees in front of me.

"Open your mouths to accept not only your Master's energy but to fill yourself with him so you are unable to deny him anything."

I then let out a strong stream of piss from my hard cock, pissing all over the slaves as they struggle to get as much into their mouths as possible. They swallow eagerly.

When I am finished, I pull Ashlie up to her feet.  "Special K, turn around and kneel facing the crowd."  She kneels, looking out at the crowd, knowing that all of them are seeing her for what she really is.  A sea of black leather and latex clad people look back upon her approvingly.  A flash of a camera suddenly grabs her attention as my friend Master Photographer snaps photos.

I position Ashlie to stand behind Special K and then I raise her kilt so that her bare pussy is revealed to the crowd.  I make her hold her kilt up with her hands. Then I tilt her head back so that she staring back at Ashlie -- looking directly up at her beautiful and perfectly bare pussy.

"This is going to, from this day forward, your slave sister.  Do you vow to love and honour her and accept her fully and completely so long as you are collared as my slave?"  She signs Yes Master while continuing to gaze at her pussy.

"Lick her pussy now as she is my property and comes with me. Lick your slave sister."  Ashlie lowers her pussy down and Special K begins to lick eagerly...embarrassed yet turned on that her Master is making her lick a girl in front of so many people.

As she continues to lick, I go on, "You must love, groom and take care of my property, ensuring she is clean, shaved, and dressed appropriately. You will also be trained to put on her makeup and tend her hair. Acknowledge these duties now."  She sign Yes Master while continuing to lick.

"Ashlie, you must cum for and love my new property, welcoming her into our lives. Cum for her now on the count of 10...9...8...7 feel orgasm building...6...5...  give me a really big orgasm....4  cum also for the crowd 3...almost to the edge now...2 get ready....1 CUM FOR ME!"  Ashlie cums on Special K's tongue and some girlcum squirts out of her pussy. 

"Drink from your slave sister.  Fill yourself with her energy as you are one now" As I say this, Ashlie begins to piss all over the naked slut kneeling below her.  Special K struggles to keep up with the flow and ends up with it splashing all down her naked body, soaking her despite trying to swallow as much as possible.

"Good girl. Now switch positions."  The wet little slut stands up as Ashlie now kneels in front of the crowd. Special K's body is wet with Ashlie's piss...making her nipples a little cold and therefore hard.  Meanwhile Ashlie is kneeling in a puddle of her piss that mixed with mine and little of Ashlie's cum -- and her schoolgirl outfit is wet with my piss.

"Eat her out," I command and Ashlie instantly complies. Special K is now soaked in piss and standing naked in front of a crowd that includes many strangers that she has not yet met. Ashlie eagerly licks Special K's bare and hairless pussy as Master Photographer takes more photos.  I can tell Special K is nervous but I am proud of Ashlie being a good little slut for me and showing Special K how to behave. "Enjoy it slut. You too are going to cum for the crowd.  I haven't yet trained you to cum on command so we will all wait for you -- as long as it takes.  You may never, ever fake an orgasm...all your orgasms for me will be real, no matter what.  So enjoy it...and enjoy putting on a show for the nice people.  You will ---" and suddenly I see Speical K rocked with a hard orgasm.  Apparently this little slut enjoys being put on display!

[Continued in Part 2]

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Concept of the Collar

The concept of a collar conjures up a multitude of connotations for Dominant (Master) and submissive (slave). These impressions range from abject rejection of a device that suggests ownership, humiliation, and control to wistful longing for this honor as the pinnacle of intimacy and bonding in a BDSM relationship.

From a pragmatic perspective, a collar is a useful aide. It allows me to control and direct a girl with a simple hook of my finger in the ring. It also provides an attachment point for a leash or lead if I wish to have my woman crawl or follow. It can be used creatively to loop a nipple chain and keep a woman in the correct posture, and it is an effective hitching point when immobilizing a woman on a spanking bench, table, corner, closet, cage, or other apparatus.

A collar becomes much more when I move from simple pleasures of the flesh to the erotic expanse of the mind. When a woman comes to me, desperately needing to cast off the responsibilities and stresses of her day and fall into the blissful space we occupy, I use ritual and protocol to hasten and enhance her descent. In this context, a collar can be her mental portal to the fringe of darkness.

Indeed. When she strips, she casts off the trappings of the vanilla world. As she kneels before me, she descends into a submissive posture. I strap on her leather cuffs and allow her to feel the transition of control from strong, independent woman to eager, hungry submissive. Yet, it takes my collar around her neck to bring her to her place under me - to know she no longer needs to make decisions or lead. She need only to do - and do to the best of her ability.

A collar can also mean so much more when used as a symbolic device to define the purest essence a BDSM relationship. I am referring to the act of “collaring” a submissive. And I respect that opinions and protocols abound on the significance and protocol of “collaring” and I'm going to talk specifically about what it means to me. 

I see this in a fairly straightforward manner. A woman attracts me with her energy, personality, passions in life, perversions,  appearance, and willingness to submit only to me and submit with her entire soul.  She endears herself to me by demonstrating sincerity, eagerness/hunger to serve, loyalty, respect, sensuality, and passion. She becomes part of me if our union transcends into intense feelings that cannot be easily described with words.

 If a woman is right for me, I feel a connection that pervades body, mind, heart, and soul. I experience joy, relaxation, and bliss with her at my side or under me. This compels me to take her as mine, fully and completely, and to inspire her to be her best in all she attempts in her life. It motivates me to be the best I can be as her Dominant, and it empowers me to journey froward with her as far as the path might take us into the darkness of our pleasures.

This is when I “collar” a woman. There is no way to predict how or when this moment comes. I will know - I will act - and I will explain what MY collar signifies around her neck.  But there is a huge difference from me using a collar playing with a sub, and collaring a girl -- making her my property and signifying a very deep and long lasting relationship.

I want my women to know this is no “ordinary” BDSM relationship - and a true collaring is something take as seriously as a wedding ring...no, more so.  So her collar is no “ordinary” collar. It should be 100% waterproof as it is never, ever meant to be taken off. Indeed, if my Ashlie is to pass away, she will go wearing her collar. Obviously, I would never, ever consider collaring a girl I did not care deeply for. Love is a wonderful thing when expressed through BDSM. 

A collar is the link between us. A sub will feel the energy it holds, and she will revel in her bond with me. It is also something that links her to her slave sisters. Reminding her that she is equal with them. That they are in this together.

All collars I select must be able to be worn in public. So I like those that have a look and feminine feel to them that remind one of a necklace.  Of course, rings, bracelets, and anklet may also be added to the set...but they must be very strong -- stainless steel, titanium or some other rustproof, durable and strong metal.

Yet the form is not nearly as important as the symbolism and the meaning. It will allow her to see and feel me wherever she goes. And it reminds her that she is, and will always be, my slave, my slut, and my property. 

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COLLARS

I have been lucky enough to have collared several women -- and barring being hit by a bus, I intend to collar some more. There’s almost nothing as arousing to me as seeing my slave wearing my collar and believe me, at is almost entirely a mental thing. I currently have a slave who wears her collar 24/7 and will continue to do so until I acquire the ultimate collar for her (see the link below.)

You see, in BDSM, a collar is far more than a necklace. It’s meaning is highly symbolic and depending on the circumstances can have essentially the same significance as a wedding ring. In other cases, it is taken off when playtime is done.

In practical terms, a collar is a simple neck band -- very much like the collar that  a dog wears. It can be made of anything, but usually collars are made of leather, metal or rubber.  When a collar has a ring on it, the collar becomes a clear indicator that the wearer is a submissive (or at least a switch.)  Collar can also be worn by the Dominant partner, although these are usually worn as jewelry or accents and do not have a ring on it.  

You may be wondering why the ring on a collar is given such weight in meaning: this stems from a practical use where the ring (often a D-ring) is used to tie the neck of the submissive to either a fixed object or another body part.  D-rings are also frequently used to attach a leash in order to lead the slave around in a form of humiliation play. As far as being humiliated or tied to object goes, this is obviously the role of the submissive and so collars are generally worn by the sub.

Don’t underestimate the value of a collar in restraint either.  Keep in mind that our necks are a very vulnerable part of our bodies and we 

are instinctively protective of it. Too much force on the neck can cut of blood to the brain, oxygen to the lungs, and nourishment to the stomach. All the essentials for life. So restraining a person by the neck means they are forced to favour the restraint so their neck is not compromised.  Additionally, by binding the neck, movement of the head is restricted as is the slave’s ability to see around them.  All of these neck restrictions can be accomplished fairly safely through the use of a collar and NOT by tying rope around a person’s neck.  Any resistance the slave offers will quickly lead to them gasping for breath until they lose the will to resist. 

I do think it’s worth noting that I’ve been fooled into thinking a cute punk girl was into BDSM because she was wearing a collar with a D-ring on it.  This sadly, is not always the case. In the Punk and Goth scenes collars are often worn strictly for fashion.

As I said earlier, collars are sometimes seen as a BDSM type of replacement for a wedding ring and are a symbol of commitment. Many Tops choose, design or even craft the perfect collar for their bottom.  Others even wear bracelets or rings with a subtle d-ring on it as a symbolic collar in vanilla situations.  When a Dominant chooses a collar for his sub and places it on her, it is known as ‘collaring.’  When a sub is owned by a Domme, one would say that the sub is ‘collared” and, if the couple is not poly, then he would be unavailable (as in taken, not single, and he may even have to adjust his relationship status on Facebook, with her permission of course.)

Many subs have a variety of collars that they can wear at different occasions.  Fancy collars may be made of fine metals and even have jewels laid in them for formal occasions. Others like to wear rubber collars for watersports or simply to match a latex outfit. And leather collars are a great reminder that a slave is more of an animal and not at the same level as their Master.

Myself, I prefer an all metal collar because metal collars are extremely durable and can be worn 24/7 during everyday activities like showering or exercise without mishap.  Leather collars do fare as well when they get wet regularly and can start to smell.  Rubber collars overheat like crazy during strenuous exercise and can easily cause a rash with extended wear.

For a metal collar, it should be made entirely of stainless steel or titanium. Both metals are very strong and do not rust or corrode (a rusty collar part is a terrible thing and will also start to stain clothing.)  These metals also do not smell like some metals; especially when in constant contact with skin.  Gold and silver are generally too soft and can deform or break when put under too much stress during a bondage scene. If you do fancy a gold collar, 18k gold is by far the strongest - especially if it is white gold strengthened with nickel.

My absolute favorite collar that I’ve seen so far was one worn by a pretty Asian bondage model that I am friends with. It is titanium and so very light (half the weight of steel) and extremely strong.  It is made by Axsmar and you can see it here.   It’s an extremely beautiful piece with a hidden, interior hex locking bolt that doesn’t interrupt it’s neck matching lines and has a removable sliding ring so it doubles a vanilla necklace. The main drawback is it cost about $850.

Finally, the ultimate use for a collar is to bind several slaves together by the neck. This practice forces the slaves to move as a single unit and has the psychological effect of removing one’s individuality.  Slaves are often tugging on each other and conscious of the slightest movements of their co-enslaved chain-mates.  They must move as a unit, getting up, sitting down and move in cinch when walking. All of this is a constant reminder of their position: as any collar should be.

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