If you want to get technical, you weren’t my first collar. Master’s necklace served that purpose for what seemed like forever before we decided I needed something more substantial that he could grab on to when we were “playing.”

Ahh…playing. That’s what they call it, but that thing we do goes way deeper than that. When Master calls me his little fuck toy, he’s not playing. When he says I’m an animal for him to enjoy, it’s not a role. This is our reality.

Buying you was my idea. We’d been dabbling a bit in puppy play, and kink collars were way out of our budget, so I suggested we just go grab a cheap dog collar from Walmart.

The second you were around my neck, I loved you. Your leather was soft and supple, and your studs stood out proudly amidst the black leather. I felt owned and loved while your curves caressed my neck. For days, I didn’t take you off for any other reason but to shower…

…and promptly regretted it. After a month of buckling you around my neck after every shower, and not taking you off until I was getting back in the shower, I developed a terrible yeast infection on my entire neck. And thus began my (itchy and painful) lesson in wearing leather.

But I still loved you. I’d take you out every time we were going to play, and hand you to Master, smiling up at him from my knees while he buckled you around my neck. I’d sigh happily every time he slipped his fingers between you and my throat and led me around by you. I felt safe and owned when he clipped the chain leash we bought to your d-ring.

Then I started to develop another rash, and Master decided it was time to upgrade.

We kept you around, but you came out much less frequently, and specifically for puppy play. This is not something we do a whole lot of, so to say I haven’t seen you in years would be accurate.

Today, Master sent me off to get “dressed,” which is to say that he sent me after my collar and cuffs. He’d joked about putting you on me, until I brought you out with the other collars we own. One look at you, and he said, “I think it’s time to retire this one. You should throw it away.”

So, dear puppy collar, it’s time to bid you adieu. You were wonderful while you lasted. You will be missed.

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