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The time goes and I am still not takin, I so long for the sound and feel of a collar
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I find myself missing him a lot. Life however leeps getting in the way of me getting to him. I truly see myself giving in to him and becoming his property
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I had the chance to see hi again, Today a full day later as I wander the country, I feel lost. He is still interested and I am so grateful. This time he showed me a side of him that was amazing. I never new how wonderul it could be to be touched and held like that. Then to be on his leash and sleep that way, was more than I ever dreamed it would be
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Here I am again at a house I am not welcome and some place I used to call home. Now my truck is home as before. My thoughts should be here but they are not. They are with the one that wants to collar me and make his Wolf for my life. I think of it a lot, as any good slave would. However there seems to be more to it now. I want to be at his feet
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The thing about life is that it is always full of surprises and changes that I do not always want or need. Life has seen fit for the time being to chaim me to Tallahassee for a while longer I hope not to long, my neck is bare and requires a locked permanent collar
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DAmn, life again has come to tease this Lone Wolf, the promise of a collar and a real man. Strange how that he understands that this life must run it's course and then I can go forward. He is all he appears to be. His face never changed as most do, from their sheild to there real face and back. He always was himself. One day maybe I can meet him on all fours at the door
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I find that the slave nature in me is taking over to the point of beyond my control. I am not going to try anymore. The need to serve is who I am. not question. One day that dream of lifetime service, true 24/7/365 awaits me, bring it on
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This fine day finds me sitting at home dreaming of being tied up or mummified. Oh to serve a true Master and have the contract that says so
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Well sitting in Atlanta waiting a load...Freight load! Then it is off to SOuth Florida. I keep wondering if it will really ever happen. A collar on my neck for good
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Today back to the road and my Prison. I call myself a Prisoner of the Highway. Until that day I am owned by a Strong Leather Master. For now the Highway is my MAster, but oh for that day
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