Tied down

The creaking of the ropes as he wraps them thiglty around her chest,
locking her arms tight against her body.
She resist for a moment as a hint of fear, maybe regret flickers over her face.
Then her head tilts back as she gives in to the sensation of the moment.

Got a collar today

A soothing feeling of relief seeps through me as the heavy collar snaps shut around my neck, the stainless steel an unbroken circle around my throat.

The steel presses down on my shoulders, too thick to ever quite reach body temperature, to heavy to ever be completely unnoticed. It demands attention.
I feel at ease.

To heavy for comfort, to thick to really be mistaken for jewelry. An unspoken statement of what i am, as much a reminder to my self as to the world.

I do admit that this text is not up to my "usual standards", if i have such a thing or my usual style for that matter. This was a spur of the moment thing to write and I don't want to over work it to much from that initial feeling. I am aware of the ironic fact that this will lead to it conveying that feeling less effectively.