Seeking a collar

I want an owner. I want to be collared again. I’m craving it relentlessly. It’s slowly becoming an obsession. All I do is lurk on fetlife, too scared to seek what I need. Because that’s what it is now. A need. I’m back in a place in my life where I need not only the collar but all that comes with it. The surrender, trust & acts themselves.

It’ll be different this time because there are certain changes that have happened in my life that will make me have to shuffle and compromise now. Before, I could threw myself into The Life. This time around, I’ll have to tiptoe and I’m scared about how that’ll pan out.

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