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SirDave Stories: The Collar

14th April 2021

The boy hears the door open. The sound of a boot heel greeting the floor, growing closer and closer. The boy feels leather on the back of his neck, he feels Sir Dave’s fingers glide across the lower of his neck. The boy makes sure to hold the leather collar at an appropriate level so Sir Dave does not have to lean down, reach or strain to take it from the boy’s hand. It’s at the perfect height as a sign of respect. The boy quivers as he senses Sir Dave walking around him. The boy can hear leather shift around, his mouth salivating in desperation.

‘You will kneel, head down and present the collar I have chosen.’ Sir Dave had said before entering the dungeon, His voice echoes around the boys head as he waits in anticipation. The boy feels Sir Dave take the collar from his hands, the leather gloves making the briefest of connections with the boys hand, his soon to be owned slave cock bounces with excitement.

‘Excited boy?’ Sir Dave says in His dominant, caring and assertive voice.

‘Y-yes Sir.’ The boy replies.

‘You know you won’t be touching that pathetic cock don’t you.’ Sir Dave says as He walks behind the boy. The boy knows it’s not a question because the sound of His boots, a thick thud every-time they touch the floor, acting as the full stop to any sentence.

The boy feels the leather collar being placed around his neck, this is it he thinks; he’s about to lose his free will, he’s about to become an object. The leather collar is tightened, fastened and then he hears a lock with a gentle click. He quivers once more. Sir Dave walks around the boy once more, He moves the collar slightly and then the boy hears another clip followed by a tug. The leash has been attached.

‘Looks good on you boy. You suit the black and red leather, maybe in time I’ll let you wear a leather jock to match. But for now, I want you to feel my collar around your neck.’ Sir Dave says as He stands in front of the boy who continues to look down, now staring at the perfect black boots Sir Dave has chosen. The boy sees his slave cock bouncing and wet.

‘Ignore it boy.’ Sir Dave says as He sits down in His throne in front of the boy. ‘Look up boy,’ Sir Dave orders. The boy looks up and sees Sir Dave in all His glory, His leathers perfectly aligned, everything in its right place, His muir cap shielding His eyes from the boy, and yet the boy feels His gaze. The boys heart beats faster in response, the sense that whilst Sir Dave is looking at him, degrading him, making him whole. His leather tie the perfect length. His crotch a focal point for the boy at his kneeling height. His tight black leather gloves, one idling and resting on the arm of the chair, the other grasped around the leash of the boy’s collar. This being the reminder to the boy that Sir Dave is speaking and he must now focus. ‘Tell me boy, how does that collar feel? What does it mean to you?’

‘It’s restrictive Sir. It feels tight, but soft. It feels correct, as if I’ve been missing something there all my life.’

‘Good boy. What else?’ Sir Dave demands.

‘I won’t lie Sir, it feels slightly strange but comforting…it’s hard to describe beyond saying I feel safe and secure.’

‘Good boy, that’s because you’re now owned. The collar is your first step in letting go, handing over control to a Superior, it’s not a weakness, it’s a strength. You’re strong enough to know that the black and red collar is what you need, that it gives you purpose and through that I guide you.’

‘Thank you Sir.’ The boy replies.

‘Now, crawl forwards and show my boots the respect they deserve.’

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Slave Protocols

29th December 2019

I have some slaves who follow various protocols when they visit. Coming for a session starts off with getting into the right head-space. Leaving the trappings of everyday life behind and allowing yourself to let go and become the sub/slave your heart desires.

For example, one dirty cock hungry slut who visits knows that as soon as the door opens he is to go to the dungeon. Once there change into something slutty showing off his cock and ass, puts clothes and belongings in the cupboard. Then when ready he kneels waiting for me to come in and put a collar on it.

Collared Slave

That is a very straight forward protocol to start a session, it works because we have built a relationship over time, we know and understand the limits of what we will do. And after a session or between sessions we discuss them, we explore ideas outside the dungeon. This allows sessions to stay focussed on playing.

I have another service-oriented slave who has a very strict protocol, it has a series of house rules that have been agreed upon. These do not need discussing or reminding, it just knows them. I have had several enquiries about Slave for a Day experiences lately (and the occasional weekend) – for those who crave submission and service rather than sexual play these may be something you connect with.

Clothing and choice of clothing is very personal, it is part of who we are – our clothes are an extension of us. In many cases we also use them to communicate our likes, interests or what sort of tribe we consider ourselves.

Taking away that choice of clothing is a perfect and subtle loss of control. Take a slave out shopping or for coffee and choose their clothing. Push them out of their comfort zone maybe, wear something they wouldn’t choose or wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing in public. Nothing like chaps or kink wear, it is not cool to force kink on others (they cannot consent). But it could be as simple as choosing which t-shirt and trousers they wear.

Take away the clothes and they are very exposed – physically and emotionally. Total loss of power and a display of commitment.

My protocol slave isn’t allowed clothes when in my presence in private (hotel room, dungeon or home etc). Unless it is given explicit instructions I expect it naked at all times. This of course comes with some practical considerations – my responsibility is to ensure slaves wellbeing and if it is naked then I must be aware of its body temperature. If it is cold and shivering, I have failed in my own duties – so naked service comes with a price for me, heating bills!

As soon as it arrives in my home it knows it is to wait for instruction. It will walk in, strip naked and carefully place all its clothes into the storage box waiting. The position it waits for instruction in is determined by what it sees in the hallway. Nothing aside the storage box it stands, hands behind back and waits. A folded rectangular towel on floor it kneels and waits, a square folded towel it sits and waits.

If there is a collar waiting it will assume the appropriate position and hold the collar out ready for me to take it and lock onto its neck. Shackles, it will shackle its wrists and ankles again holding the collar waiting for me to lock it on.

This allows it to focus on what it sees as its purpose – to serve and be of service. BDSM Slavery is different for different people, for some it is being used sexually or for sexual pleasure, for others it is to be objectified, to serve and to make their Master’s life easier. However someone submits, and whatever the nature of the play or service getting into that headspace is so critical.

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Masters & Their Boys

2nd September 2016

There is such a powerful connection between a Sir and his boy / pub / slave. These are some of my favourite pictures that show this intense and amazing connection and relationship.

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30 Days of Kink – Day 5

8th August 2016

What was your first kinky sexual experience? If you haven’t had one yet, talk about what you hope to have happen.

I’m not sure! Though I can remember buying my very first bit of kinky gear, and of course it had to be leather. It was a plain leather collar from Expectations in London, in fact I still have it and it was the first picture I posted as part of my Collar photo series on Instagram. Going into the store, wow – you walk up a couple of steps to the door and then down a flight of stairs into the basement. The walls either side are covered with posters for fetish events, bars and clubs. But the best thing about it is the smell! The smell of leather and rubber as you walk in is quite intoxicating!

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