My collar, the most important thing I’ve ever worn. A symbol of my Master’s love for me and my love for him. I wanted nothing more then to feel the leather against my skin, to hear the clanking of the metal and to feel him tug against me as he tightened it around my neck. There was no better feeling in the world than that. I was his. I was owned…

I remember shopping together for it. After only having been together for a short time, I knew I wanted him to own me even then. But how does one approach such things. I was so new, inexperienced and unaware of how such things were handled, protocol, procedures. All I knew is that I mentioned the idea and we were headed to pick one up.

We walked through the front door of the fetish shop, fidgety and nervous as the shop girl asked us if we needed any assistance. No thank you, we knew what we were there for.

A glass case about 7 feet tall was in front of us. Shelf upon shelf of collars of every color, size, texture. My heart raced as I ran my fingers over a few of them that I found pleasing to the eye. I looked at my future Master with both love and lust behind my eyes and asked him which one he liked. He studied them carefully before selecting a modestly thick black leather collar with a bright metal ring. It was simple in construction, nothing fancy or ornate. The material was strong and sturdy, just like him.

He did not place it around my neck, he held it at we walked through the store. I kept glancing back at it clutched between his strong hands. We reached the leash selection. He gave permission to pick the color I wanted. Pink….of course. He smiled because he knew which one I’d choose before I was even given the choice.

As we checked out at the counter all I could think about was how that collar would feel around my neck the moment he put it on. I could almost smell the faint hint of leather already, my heartbeat quickening my pussy dripping. I couldn’t wait to get home.

Seeing my collar again recently, stuffed away in a bag full of other things, I was reminded of that day when we shopped for it. How things have changed so much since then. What a special day that was, one I’ll surely never forget.

It was my first and you only ever get one first…