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Posts tagged Kink
Happy Valentine’s Day!
When she earns it.
First preview of our glitter glam locks for collars. Custom chain for locking will be included.
KittenSightings has worked really hard to bring you more collars to our store. It’s been a pretty stressful month, but I promised collars, we deliver! Keep in mind we won’t add more until February due to a convention this month. I am already way behind but I wanted to at least get a few collars in the store until then. Enjoy kitties!
All I want for Valentine’s Day is a collar from kittensightings Etsy shop!
I’m a collared girl.
It’s an aspect of our life that hasn’t always held the same meaning that it does now; however I’ve always worn a collar. I used to wear a collar on occasion during sex; we have owned three over the years: a black leather one about an inch wide, a similar red leather one, and a blue one that was sort of pleather and very wide. I wore a collar as a visual stimulant for Rb and myself and I wore it to attach a leash to so he could guide me around the room. It was a prop with little meaning behind it. It never felt right against my skin. It was bulky, restrictive in a bad way, and got in the way. Any time Rb tried to kiss my neck, he had to push it up or down. He couldn’t wrap a hand around my neck. I just didn’t love any of them.
Then we started exploring D/s more seriously and I thought it would be fun to buy a collar. Now, I know that a lot of subs might have a problem with this idea. I completely understand that for many, a collar is something to earn, to be presented with it or to present. But hey, here’s just another story about how D/s is individualized for each couple. So, yes, I bought my own collar. I presented it to Rb as a gift - so I did not just hand it to him and say “hey put this one me”. I gave it to him as a request. “I find this beautiful. Please claim me.” I knew it was the right one the moment I looked upon it. A metal chain link collar with two o-rings. I could just image the lock that could attach the two rings.
Over the weeks that we’ve had it, both Rb and I have grown to love this collar. We haven’t even used the other ones that sit in a lock-box out of sight. It’s daintier, more feminine than the other ones. It allows ample access to my neck, but it still feels like a collar should. This is important. And unlike the previous ones, this collar has meaning. It is precious to us as a symbol of this journey we’ve begun together. I don’t wear it just because he wants to see me in it. I wear it because, when I do, I am entirely his. There are no outside forces to govern me. I am no longer this girl that has duties to fulfill for her job or family or friends. I am his girl. I aim to fulfill him. When I am collared, I am in a completely different mindset. And this never happened with the other collars. When I feel the cold bite of the metal against my skin, when I hear the lock click into place, I sink deeper into submission. I become more and more his.
At first, we included a rule into my weekly rotation that I would wear it to bed every night. But after weeks of the same rule, “I will wear my collar to bed every night”, it became an unwritten rule. A permanent one. I wear it when I am his entirely, and in our bed, I am always his. (note: occasionally he will use it as a way to keep me in the bedroom. He knows I won’t walk around the house with it, so it keeps me in the bedroom where I can focus on my work.)
Recently, I’ve been thinking about how D/s has a honeymoon stage. The beginning is like starting a new relationship, it’s exciting and new. But then that wears off a bit and the real commitment happens. I have been worrying, on occasion, that Rb is slipping out of the honeymoon phase and just growing tired of our new dynamic. But something interesting happened the other night that really opened my eyes.
Rb and I were in bed and I wasn’t wearing my collar. Usually, one of us remembers, but I have been so busy and stressed out lately that I laid in bed and started dozing off. He forgot too because he was more than ready to press his cold body against my warmer one. We began falling asleep and I turned away from him to spoon my body into his. Then I realized that something was wrong. There wasn’t the familiar jingle of my collar. “My necklace!” I exclaimed out loud. I call it my necklace sometimes because it sounds prettier to me. Side note: the first time I called it my necklace, he pinned me and said “what is it really?” I toyed with him and said my necklace a few times before giving in. My collar. Anyway. Rb sighed audibly, begrudgingly got out of the warm bed, stumbled over to the drawer that its kept in, and made a racket trying to find it. But the lock was missing. He swore a lot and turned his phone light on to search. More swearing. Eventually he asked if it had fallen off in the bed, and I looked down and coyly said yes. It had been under my neck. I felt terrible. The sighing, the swearing. This was how I knew he was losing interest in our exchange. He was growing tired of putting the collar on me every night. I thought it must not please him anymore. He walked to me and put it around my neck, walked around to his side of the bed and climbed back in. And then he surprised me. He pushed his body against mine, and possessively pulled me closer with one arm around my waist. His other hand wrapped itself around the back of my neck, feeling the metal links. I could feel him growing against me. I felt complete. Suddenly I knew that just as we needed to replace the old collars with the new, the honeymoon phase needed to end for something real and deeper to begin.
Is it weird to reblog this? I don’t care, I think it’s nice and want Mr to read it because I’ve been
begging asking for a collar alot, and this expresses many of the ideas around it not being a simple prop, so when I ask for a collar I’m asking for something a little different then a new toy. I like the idea of possibly getting it myself and presenting it to him, or picking one out together and me buying it simply because I’m much more proactive about purchasing things.
I love these panties so much because they’re cute, pink, lacey, and have a b charm on them for bron. ♡‿♡
come here babygirl… on daddy’s lap