2 thoughts on “Wearing a collar — proudly and openly — at the gym”

  1. My collar is a thick chain with a brass Master lock my Master locked around my neck three years ago when he took ownership and possession of me. I love my collar and that everyone sees it. My Master especially enjoys taking me through airports. The TSA agents always demand it be removed to which my Master says he lost the key. So they take me a private room where I am strip searched.

    Usually the guards treat me like an object they professionally handle and move out to the terminal. They are usually polite but sometimes let their disgust for me out. Once there were two who fucked me for a few hours then let go.

    I like being a slav.

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