It is in the way you surrender, a quiet, unspoken, gentle offering of yourself, inevitable, unquestioning. It is in the way you bow your head and wait, even without experience, you know, like you have seen inside my head, you understand exactly how to elicit that aggressive response from me, to raise that hunger that you love. It is in the way you look sideways at me, find the courage to be cocky, checking, checking that you haven’t gone too far (‘too far? am I still ok? is this ok?’). It is in the way you care for me, call … Continue Reading

You come to me and kneel. You hand me the collar, the collar that I have given you: my collar, leather and steel, the engraving claiming you as my property.

“Please Ma’am, will you put your collar on me?”

It makes me smile every time you ask me, every single time, it makes me melt, it brings you close, sometimes I reach to kiss you, and always, I say “Yes”.

I put the collar around your neck as you kneel before me, you lean down, bring your face into my lap and you rest there, your skin warm against me, … Continue Reading