I’m wearing the collar again. She left a few strings for me to pull on – some texts that said “do this… ” and I finally replied to one of them with a “Yes, Ma’am”. She was pleased and happy to have me back in my pup role.
And that evening, as we were lying in bed, we talked briefly. “Where’s your collar?”
“Where it’s been since we moved in.”
“Give it to me.”
“Yes Ma’am.” She placed it on me. “That’s better.”
Indeed, it was better. And I slept well last night. So did she.