Hot under the collar

by Molly Moore
Cropped image of molly wearing hot under the collar metal locking collar

The first time he put a collar on me was April 5th 2010 in a hotel room in Philly. It was out first time together in person. We had meet the previous October online and at Christmas I had booked myself a flight and hotel for the Easter holidays when my kids would be away with their Father. It would be my first time doing a lot of things; my first time travelling alone, my first time travelling to the USA, my first time meeting Michael and the first time a man ever put a collar on me. Even though I had dabbled around with D/s stuff with a previous partner he had never actually put a collar on me and all the ones I had worn up to this point I had bought myself. This time was very different.

It was a braided leather collar and I knelt at his feet as he put it on me. The only time I took it off during that 2 weeks visit was to shower. I was in love; with the man must definitely but also the collar and what it represented. Before I arrived we had agreed that I would wear his collar for the duration of my trip and that at the end of my stay we would then review the situation and decide what we wanted to happen next. I left Philadelphia with a vow to return as soon as I could and his collar still firmly around my neck.

I never took it off, apart from when I washed and as a result that autumn it snapped and I cried on Skype to him that I had broken his collar. I really was so upset that this symbol of our relationship that adorned my body was broken. So much so that he ordered another exactly the same and sent it to me. I was happy to have it but not as happy as when he came to visit and put me on it himself. Eventually that one started to wear too, they were not designed for constant wear and the leather was soft and the warmth of my skin, especially wearing it at night, it became more and more fragile but by the time that happened our long distance relationship had finally come to an end and my collection of collars was starting to grow.

I now have many different ones but my favourites are the metal locking collar, every time he puts that on me it gives me a little thrill and also the soft leather front locking collar that is so damn comfortable that I can even forget that I am wearing it and because the lock sits at the front the weight keeps it in place so it doesn’t twist round my neck. I also have what is a bit like a day collar as it is more discreet. One is a very thin wire circle with a series of tiny rings handing from it and the other is a leather necklace with a trisklion pendent hanging from it. Those two probably get worn more than any of the others just because they are the most practical.

Now we are together all the time I don’t wear a collar all the time. I don’t really know why that has changed over the years but now they have become part of my dressing routine in the morning once I have had a shower. I never wear them to the gym or when I am out running, I find they irritate me and I don’t wear them at night and if like today I am still in my PJ’s at 3pm I am not wearing now but when I have a wash and put on proper clothes I will open my wardrobe and look through all the ones hanging on the hooks inside the door and pick the right one for that day and that outfit. If it requires locking then I will bring it downstairs for him to do and if not then I will put it on myself. If I can’t decide or we are going somewhere particularly special he will often choose. Although when that happens he nearly always picks one of the locking ones. I think he get as much as thrill from securing it round my neck as I do from it. There is just something deliciously hot about hearing that little click of the padlock on the collar and watching him slip the key into his pocket and then at the end of the when we go to bed he will sweep my hair to one side and his warm fingers with trail round my neck as he reached for the lock and a little shiver will run down my spine as yet again I am reminded of who and what I am.molly wearing steal looking collarMasturbation Monday Badge

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amira December 10, 2018 - 5:56 pm

Oh Molly! This was lovely. I love wearing my collar when Master and I were together and can’t wait to be with Him again so that He can lock it on once again. For now i have an anklet that is locked securely and they weight of it, though not heavy at all, makes me feel tingly all over. I absolutely loved this post. Thank you for sharing it.

E.L. Byrne December 10, 2018 - 6:11 pm

Thanks for your thoughts about the collar… I especially like this line… “There is just something deliciously hot about hearing that little click of the padlock on the collar and watching him slip the key into his pocket …”

Kayla Lords December 13, 2018 - 1:59 am

Awwww, I’ve got tears in my eyes! And also, while play collars have a deep meaning for us, because they represent that very clear power exchange, I never really think about collars. And I say that while wearing a necklace that I NEVER take off, and I love more than anything. What we give meaning to might change over time, but I think it’s the meaning that doesn’t change — or only deepens.

Marie Rebelle December 13, 2018 - 6:45 pm

Just reading this made me reach for my collar around my neck ?

Bee December 19, 2018 - 8:33 pm

I really miss wearing my collars, whilst I didn’t wear them to the gym or at night I loved feeling it around my neck.


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