Master let me pick out my own collar today—soft leather with a little bell that jingles when I move. They said it suits my ‘good boy energy.’ 🥹 I never thought I’d get to choose anything for myself, but now I get to wiggle and hear it chime while I suck their cock or bend over for them. It’s stupid how happy it makes me, but Master says my happiness is the point. Still can’t believe I get to be theirs. Also… maybe I ‘accidentally’ wore it to the grocery store? Just to see if anyone noticed. (They didn’t. But I knew.)