A collar can be taken off whenever and without regard by someone who is not seriously dedicated to their craft and those type of people are definitely...not pets, just someone with a fancy for imitation of a specific lifestyle. Likewise just because you tell someone to wear a collar that doesn't make you a Master. A Master must have respect for their pet, they must care about the pet's safety, they must understand the pet has limits and though it's ok to push the boundaries it's not ok to go. ‘I knew you’d always be my closest friend because you love me and I love you. But we both knew it could never be physical. We never needed to say it, we knew.’ I nodded slowly. ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘You don’t need to be.’ She stood up. ‘Have another cigarette and come back when you’re ready, OK?’ She leaned down to look closely into my eyes and I nodded again. ‘Silly cow.’ I smiled a wan smile to myself as she walked away. I had never had a lover since University. I had always hoped, always half. I continued and said she would feel every stroke better as her little kitty would hold on tight to the bigger cocks as they moved in and out. Corina giggled and said I may be right and I asked her if she was thinking of finding out. Corina smiled and said time will tell. Then giggled and said the notebook will tell in the end.Corina said it felt like little Teddy wanted to play again and she rolled over on top of me. Corina put my now hard cock in her wet and loose hole from the rubber. "What's that?" I reached over to get the strap on. "This," I said. "No, honey," she said. 'You don't have to do this." "I need it for me and for us," I said. "I've been thinking about it for a long time. There's a memory of a very unhappy time between us and this is my way of getting rid of it." "Sherri, listen to me. I love you but I don't want to do what I think you're asking of me." "I know, Jenn, but please. I need this. It's a part of my growth and a statement to both of us that we are.