In a fibro flare, so not able to type much...
Browsing through tumblr I found the following pictures.
You know me, my mouth started watering.. .
Then my thoughts went to being leashed... marked as His... His owned girl...
I think my favorite way of being leashed is at my wrist.... In the past, wearing a collar has felt very claustrophobic. Maybe it was a symptom of the relationship that came forward when I wore the collar... then again, I don't like anything other than His Hand around my throat. The symbolism of it - I love, just wish there was another way to execute it. lol
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