Today has not been all that great of a day. Every where I have turned I see some punk with a collar on. Not an ownership collar. Just one to fit in with the cool kids. My hand went straight to my neck everytime. Feeling for where my collar once was, where my tags hung. I grasp at nothing.
There has been no collar for months now. And while each day I am getting better, I still have my moments of….insecurity, I guess. Yes as my husband, I can curl up to him when I feel I need him, but as his slave the feeling of protection was so much more. I felt needed and wanted and …..Owned.
It’s just another day. I stuff my hurt feelings down and deal the best I can, without taking it out on anyone.
Dad took me out today and we talked. Not about what happened over my bro’s graduation but about how things are going with me and Seth. And overall, they are doing okay. I have little reminders throughout the day that he doesn’t want to own me. I explained this all to my dad. He can be very understanding at times. I never did tell him that Seth quit it all. Till today.
He hugged me and said if I felt I need to feel protection and wanted to call him, and he will hug me and let me know how much he needs me.
Of course that is purely father/daughter…nothing kinky there. So it wouldn’t be the same, but his thoughts was nice to hear. I needed that.
So I am going to lay down or something…
~~jane