As usual, it is late, a man holds his slave close.
A faint glow from the fire reflects off a steel band as she leans
forward to rest on his shoulder.
The band is neither adorned nor beautiful at first glance,
but then first impression is deceiving.
For whenever he touches the band, it is warm,
it is the warmth that is radiated from the heart,
with all it's passion and yearning.
A callous hand feels the inscription that mars the other wise smooth surface,
of words that she knows by heart,
bearing the name of a man she desires beyond all.
Everyday she touches it and polishes not because of pride, but because it is her life.
She feels the metal, touching it's full length, and endless length, for
like her devotion it is endless, an endless ring.
For this ring's unlike many offer to other women,
this ring around her neck is a devotion she could never express.
She begged and prayed for it, hoped and cried for it,
and now it has become an endless circle that she is a part of.
It is a circle that binds her to a man.
It is endless for it represents her love,
it is closed to signify that her past is gone,
and it is plain for it is truth.
And he touches as she holds.
Many of times men uses a collar to hold or be held,
it is not an instrument of will, it is a symbol of devotion.
Collars seem to abound, every girl wants one, only a few believe.
When we as men collar a true girl, one who has submitted herself fully, we
forget that in the middle of that circle is life, a circle of life.
She does this not because she needed or wanted a collar,
she wears a band because she is.
Her heart needs the devotion that only one can have,
and the affection that only one can give.
Many fuel their egos with chains of girls,
never realizing that a chain is what it implies, a chain.
A chain throttles affection and stifles devotion, soon the devoted becomes
a shell within her loneliness, and the endless circle.
In time the rust destroys what warmth there was, the girl becomes what 
once was, and we blame them for being less than devoted.
A chain, my friend, is just that, for a chain too is endless, yet it does 
not become a full circle.
A girl loves and devotes, a Master touches and holds, to remind her why 
she bears the circle that binds them, and life becomes a full circle.
This is not a condemnation for those with many, but then again, those with 
many seems to fail to ever have the devotion from any one girl.
One has to dwell on whether a man has all the affection needed for each
girl that he takes on.
Many fail to, for it is a matter of pride rather than true affection.
I would take one devoted girl with all her affection and devotion over a
dozen with show and pomp.
But of course, it is my personal choice.
Consider this before one collars, why?
Is it the need to have groveling and show?
Or is it the true desire of a girl to whom your affection is her world?
Think of this my friends, for few do.