Collared

So the collar and cuff arrived in the mail today. Finally! wren was so excited she kept forgetting to lock the mailbox, and had to go back like three different times to lock it *facepalm*. When she finally got back to her apartment she texted Sir, and then sat, staring at the package. wren wanted to open it right then and there, but Sir said she wasn't allowed to until He called her. That was the longest three minutes ever. Sir called and gave her permission to open the package, so wren ripped into it, and just stared. wren knows that a collar and cuffs is just a physical representation of possession, but the fact that someone, well, not just anyone, that Sir was willing to publicly claim wren stunned her. wren is still a little stunned, to be honest. wren is about to burst with happiness, but she is scared as well. What if wren can't be the subbie that Sir wants her to be? Forget what everyone else thinks, wren doesn't care at this moment. If it wasn't for the cramps from hell, wren would be outside dancing like a complete spaz.

wren wants to cry at the same time. when wren put the collar on, wren finally...relaxed. wren is content, and more sure of this decision then any other decision she has made. This is right, no matter what anyone else says.