It's been over a year since my Goddess collared me, and I have to say that the symbolism, the sensations, and the emotions of wearing her collar(s) has not waned in the least for me since the very first day. Quite the contrary.
There isn't a day that goes by when I don't reach for the chain, and the small lock that keeps it on, that serves as my permanent collar on a day-to-day basis. My "mainstream" collar, other people may get a glimpse of the chain, depending on the kind of shirt I'm wearing, but rarely do they see the small lock that has kept it in place for all but perhaps 2 hours since she obtained it for me about six months ago.
The heaviness and texture of the braided chain is a constant reminder of the bonds that keep us together. I can't help but reach to feel the chain, and the ungiving sensation of the lock, several times a day. And each time, the senses of my belonging and her ownership swell within me, somehow warm, tender, powerful, inevitable, and without escape, all at once.
These feelings and emotions are multiplied several-fold by my locking leather collar, which I wear every night, and parts of the day when we are alone at home. Something about it being unmistakably not mainstream... the thick black leather... the three D-rings... the metal studs... the small padlock hanging off the buckle in back... I reach up to feel it at least every hour, even now, touching and feeling different parts of it, and it is a sight to behold when I catch the occasional glimpse of it in the mirror. This collar has been with us for over a year, and the times when I have not gone to sleep with it on have been very far and few between.
The time of day that I present the locking leather collar to my Goddess for placing around my neck for the rest of that day/evening, and overnight, is still perhaps my favorite time of day. The ceremony as I kneel before my Goddess and offer her the collar and lock is a brief daily celebration of our love for each other and our relationship.
Of course, this means that while the leather collar is around my neck, the locked chain is there too, and the occasional clanging of the chain's lock against the central D-ring of the leather collar excites my Goddess to no end. Especially if we are engaged in activities that lead to some clanging...
Reflecting briefly today upon yesterday's entry on my ever-growing infatuation with my Goddess, it occured to me that the symbolism, emotions, and sensations of being collared, and wearing a collar for her, had also grown as now, we have one more year of significance and meaning behind the gesture.