I know I’ve spoken about my Master collaring me before and that no other man has seen my collar in person which speaks volumes for me. I’ve always loved that my collar is small in size but has big significance day to day but I’ve never worn a collar that was publicly obvious.
But when I saw my Master the other day he slipped a heavy metal collar round my neck just before tying me up and fucking me. I was distracted by his cock in my mouth while he was fastening it so I was surprised to find afterwards that it was locked shut with a bolt that needs a key to loosen it.
And I liked the collar a lot. Not only is it rather beautiful to look at, the weight of it felt fantastic around my neck and the sound of the O ring clinking against it reminded me of the sound of us fucking. I would have been disappointed to take it off straight away. Luckily my Master had other ideas in mind and he decided to leave me locked into it overnight so I could go out in public in it.
First I had to sleep in it. Surprisingly I found the weight of it comforting overnight. I was aware enough of it to have a ridiculously horny dream about him fucking me while being watched by another man as he described how my well stretched cunt.
Then I went out in it in public. I was pleased it was a warm enough day to not need a scarf so the collar was very obvious in the sunlight as I walked up the road. My Master liked the attention I was getting too and set me a little challenge to make myself come three times while out and about.
Not sure if it was the order or the weather, but I felt warm enough at that point to need to take my coat off as I walked to the first place I knew there was a changing room I could use. I can’t remember the last time I made myself come with just my fingers and it took me much longer than I expected but felt good when I did.
A few more errands and I stopped again in another changing room. This one was incredibly quiet and something about the silence and the sheer sense of inappropriateness of the situation helped me come much quicker than the first time.
I decided I needed a little delayed gratification for my third orgasm as my Master was surprised by the speed of the second one. So I went shopping to distract myself (although my first port of call was to buy a cucumber for later…) and something interesting happened.
For the first time I can remember there was no harassment from any men while I was out. Instead of the usual constant low level of bullshit I get daily when I’m out and about, like the three different men who called me a slut the other day in the time it took me to buy a milk, there were only glances and respect.
My collar told those men that someone owns me and they need to respect me as someone worth claiming and they need to respect the man who owns me so no more harassment or catcalling. Setting aside my wish that the patriarchal society we live in would respect me as a woman generally, I loved the power and sense of security the collar gave me as I walked around.
That made me horny enough to enjoy making myself come a third time in my third changing room of the day. My cunt was still feeling tender from just how well fucked my Master left me the day before, but I enjoyed fucking myself with the tip of the cucumber. Especially thinking how many men had been reminded that afternoon by the collar that they would never get the chance to do the same.
What I wasn’t expecting when I told my Master about the effect the collar had was that he had no intention of unlocking it all weekend and that if even if I asked very nicely there was no chance of taking it off as he and Princess had just left London for the long weekend…