surrendering to who I am…

a lucky day


It seems a bit fitting to feel so lucky on St. Patrick’s Day. It’s not the luck o’ the Irish, though…it’s how lucky I feel to be owned by my Master.

Today He placed a new collar on me. As He put it, this one is more socially acceptable. It also fits me better since the other one was getting too big from the weight I’ve lost.

It’s beautiful, and I smile when I look at it in the mirror. I also keep wanting to touch it. Touching it is like pressing a button that whispers in my ear, “I’m His.”

It’ll be interesting to see how people react to my new collar. I’m sure people will notice it’s new, and especially in contrast to my previous collar. That collar drew its share of attention for being unusual.

In the days before He collared me, I was nervous that wearing the collar would be like wearing a neon sign on my forehead that said, “I’m a submissive.” Once He collared me, though, I loved the fact that it declared in its prominent yet subtle way that I’m owned. When people would comment on it, I would break out in a deeply satisfying smile. No matter what their reaction was, I reveled in the contentment of being His submissive.

I’m very happy with this new collar, but I will miss the old one. It was a catalyst for being more comfortable with myself in general and was – in a way – permission to let me shine through in ways that I previously thought I needed to hide. People don’t need to know about my submissiveness or my sexual proclivities, but they can see a more confident and content me. I’m sure that will continue to blossom with this new collar.

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