A month. I have lived in my Masterβs collar for a month now, and how can it feel like it has been both a lifetime and the blink of an eye?
Some days, it feels as though I have belonged to Him forever, as if His collar has always been where I was meant to be. Yet on other days, everything still feels so fresh and new, as though I am only just beginning to find my footing in this life.
There are moments when it all feels like a dream, and others when the reality of it settles around me in the most undeniable way. But if I am being honest, I have no desire to return to the way things were before Him, before His collar closed around my throat and found its way around my heart.
My Master is a harsh Man, there is no denying that. But He is also a fair and just Man, and once you come to know Him, there is little doubt of it. He owns me with a firm hand, a boot upon my neck, and the sweetest of kisses. There is a strength in His ownership that I have come to know, and a tenderness in Him that makes those moments all the more precious.
One month in His collar, and I find myself wondering how I ever imagined life without it or if life even existed before it.
I am, without a doubt, one very lucky kajira.
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