So, the other day I went to a store, Daddy knew about it. I was picking up dinner, Daddy knew about it. I did stop at a craft store to get ideas, look and see if they had a clasp for my pearl necklace that I can replace it. They didn’t have what I was looking for, but I was inspired a bit, Daddy didn’t know it. I had tried to get Daddy to agree that I could purchase a slave day collar on a certain site, it shall remain nameless! Now , granted they do have permanent collars, locking collars, permanently locking collars, lol I have never seen so many. But all I wanted was a slave day collar. I have made some but a few fell apart, or I wound up allergic even though I bought stainless steel, My ass it was, liars.
I figured my best bet was to buy it. They are pretty cheap, I mean it’s just a slave day collar, no big deal except to me. They run about $12-$60 depends on how intricate you wanted your day collar to be.
Sadly, Daddy assumed I was wanting to purchase my own permanent collar. That would be crazy, considering I’ve never been collared. The one thing I’ve been saving for the right man. So, I did get somewhat inspired, I already own glass beads. Now I just need a clasp or something else so I may like to close the ends, plus fix my pearl necklace, with His approval of course.
The only slave day collars I own now require a lock. With working out in Az heat I am worried that the lock could get wet from sweat and not work properly. Or someone I work with ask why I’m locked into a necklace. That could be a strange conversation considering I work with only men. I’d much rather not have that conversation. Lol.
So, I’m waiting patiently. Sort of patiently. Ok, I’m just fucking waiting, happy now?! I’m waiting for Daddy to give me the ok to get a slave day collar that is pretty! I’m thinking it doesn’t bother Him whether I have it or not, cuz He hadn’t answered the question. I feel naked without the collar. I love being reminded of who owns me!