A week's time

It's much harder to separate the events of an entire week's vacation than it was to keep track of an extended weekend stay. The really important part? Best Vacation so far <3

The close second? I got to wear my collar.

I don't think I could describe to someone who doesn't get bdsm how incredible of a feeling it was. Words kind of failed me even when Master put it on me. Face to face, naked but for some cuffs (I think), I don't remember even managing a thank you. I was too afraid to talk, worried my voice would crack, afraid the sound would open the gates of emotion and I'd just start crying right there.

It's beautiful. Light blue and white leather, with a nice soft interior and three rings on it.

Part of me wanted to cry, it was an item I'd craved for years, something I wanted to not only earn, but receive from someone that I could call my Master. Someone who had enough of my respect, trust, and heart to not just demand any such title, but wait for me to want to use it.

Another part of me didn't want to take it off. I wanted to be able to wear it constantly. I wanted the whole world to see, and for those in the know to know. I can't say 100% that I have the guts to actually wear it in front of my family, decidedly vanilla that they are, but I doubt I would've argued the point.

I've fantasized about this lifestyle for years. Easily since I was 19, if not before then. Now that I'm in it, now that I'm learning more and more about the complexities, the layers, the mental vs. physical vs. emotional - I'm so fulfilled and happy that I don't care to keep it a secret.

At the same time it's something intimate. Between two people, a bond in more than just the physical.

*wanders off with a happy little sigh*  It was a good week, and I'll get into it more later.