The Easter Bunny brought us some "alone time" instead of Easter Eggs this past weekend. It was quite enjoyable. Master made me do something I haven't done in a long time. So long, in fact, I'd forgotten what it felt like, physically and mentally. Once I'd done it, I realized how much I missed it.
He made me put on my collar.
When our College Student moved back home last August, I stopped wearing my indoor collar. I wrapped it carefully in an old t-shirt and put it away in my dresser drawer. And it's been there ever since. Until Sunday.
We played first, which involved me tied spread-eagle on the bed while Master spanked and then flogged my pussy (a much more delicious treat than any Easter Candy), and when we were all done, He ordered me to put on the collar. I dug it out of my drawer and fastened it around my neck.
My indoor collar is made of two pieces of braided black leather, connected in the middle by a giant "O" shaped chrome ring. It fastens with a chrome buckle in the back. The leather felt soft against my neck, while the chrome pieces felt cold on my skin.
Master smiled when He saw it in place. I smiled, too. It felt good. I felt owned.
The collar is back in my drawer, but only for a short while. As luck would have it, our College Student is going away for five days starting this Friday, so I am certain I will wear the collar again this weekend.