Ollie submitted to me, begging to be collared, and as a good Mistress, I was more than happy to oblige. Once that collar was secured around his neck, I decided it was time to take him for a walk to enjoy the fresh air. As we stepped outside, I could see the embarrassment in his eyes, but I knew this was exactly what he needed. His humiliation was only a reflection of his true submission.
Mistress always knows best, and I knew that Ollie’s entire body, adorned in the symbol of his submission, deserved to be seen by everyone. Every step we took reminded him of his place, and despite his flushed cheeks, he followed my lead, understanding that there was no escape from the public display of his new reality.
This post was dedicated for my darling sissy Ollie