My collar is back where it belongs. Daddy fixed it up all new and now it is back on my ankle, snug against my skin, where I can feel it constantly. There was a time I thought I wouldn’t see it again, but my patience has be rewarded and now it’s back home again. I love it because he made it for me and no one else has one similar to it that they found on some fetish gear site or the like. I can’t describe how it makes me feel, other than I am smiling now as I feel the weight of it against my ankle. Before, it would shift now and then as I moved at work, and immediately my thoughts would turn to him. It is a reminder to me to be mindful of the things I do and how I carry myself. It is as if ‘Big Daddy’ is watching.

He is back to posting by the way, for those who followed his blog before. Go and get reacquainted, <a href=”http://doncambion.com”>Don Cambion</a>.

I have returned to something familiar. Something missed wholeheartedly. Daddy is back.

Not that he ever left, but we both were on some sort of hiatus, it was needed. Now we are returning to the way things were and with a new found strength and confidence. We are both driven and recommitted to maintaining this unique dynamic. We both see the great potential of a future together, with d/s being part of the foundation upon which we will build our lives. I am sure it will be difficult at first. I have to come back out of ‘independence’ mode and remember my status in this relationship. Remembering his likes and dislikes, his needs, the rules he has established to return me to a much needed structured way of living. I am looking forward to it and have be for some time now. Patience and understanding has rewarded me. I am a happy lolidoll again. All of those old feelings that I pushed aside to remain in survival mode are rushing back to me full force. I can’t imagine the feeling that will overcome me once my collar is returned and I feel its weight around my ankle. I can’t explain how it feels to know you are cherished and needed, but I suppose that is what a ‘Daddy’ is for.

I am fortunate enough to have some decent friends at work who allow me to see into their lives and relationships on the daily. I’ve become the one they come to for a shoulder to lean or a wailing wall. I listen and try to speak honestly about my point of view on any given situation. Still, it disturbs me how my friends constantly involve themselves in hurtful relationships that any normal person can see will lead to no where. It hurts even more so to see relationships that go against what I believe to be the natural order of things. One friend in particular disturbs me, because I bare witness to the way she treats her so called husband to be. She belittles him at every chance she gets, then wonders why he doesn’t seem to put much effort towards doing anything to please her. She tells this, 6′3”, 240lbs man, not to take a certain tone of voice with her. She curses at him and speaks to him, literally, as if he were a dog…in front of others. I can see the hurt in his face over this, but what can I do or say, he takes it. What angers me is her lack of respect of him in front of others. Why emasculate him in front of his friends and family? It pains me to see women behave this way and then wonder why their guys treat them like dirt or eventually leave them for someone a little less noisy. I’ve tried to show her his side of things, tell her that a man needs to feel like a man, not a servant. My words fall on deaf ears. Maybe he likes it. Who is to say, but I believe from now on I will separate myself from the drama.