Focus50
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Joined: 12/28/2004 From: Newcastle, Australia Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: LadyPact As many of you know, I am a leather person. One of the beliefs that I hold as a leather person is that a collar isn't owned by the person who is wearing it. A collar belongs to the person who put it on someone's neck. This is also the reason why I believe the M-type*** holds the responsibility for purchasing/crafting the collar. While the collar itself is going to be purchased/made with a particular person in mind, at the end of the day, it really does belong to the M. With this in mind, about a month ago, I wanted some repair work done on a collar I had bought some time back. Originally, My intent was for the person wearing the collar to have the opportunity to learn about working the leather. I'm a "get the hell out of the way" kind of gal when it comes to knowing that someone else can do a better job at something than I can. To make a long story short, in the end, I basically had a situation where I commissioned the third party for the work on the collar, which I must say was an excellent job. Serious props to the person who did the job. It looks better than new. In the meantime, the person who was wearing the collar no longer had earned the right to do so. (It's another leather thing.) I now have this beautifully restored collar and I am in the process of deciding what to do with it. I am fully against saving it for the *next* dynamic. That's just outright tacky to Me. It's not some kind of heirloom. It's also not a keepsake. I'm not sticking it in a box somewhere or wanting to preserve it in relation to positive memories. It's just not that to Me, so those options are out. I've come to two thoughts on the matter. One is to donate it to some fund raising cause or another. Since it's been properly restored, it could absolutely find a fitting situation at auction for charity. It most certainly does have monetary value. My other thought is a little more wicked. It absolutely would serve well as a play collar, and would do particularly well for leashing scenes. No, I'm not big on play collars but I have no aversion to dragging a person about on all fours. I happen to like that kind of thing and a person doesn't really have to be Mine for Me to engage in it. I was curious about people's thoughts on this and what you would do/have done with old collars. *** M-type - No offense to those who prefer the D label. Since this thread, in part, is about My beliefs as a leather person, I'm going with M. Ok, I'm not big on these leather traditions/protocols so pardon my general ignorance. But yeah, I agree a collar does not belong to the wearer and so I don't permit my girl to physically put it on, herself, if it's been removed for some everyday reason. And nor do I recycle, if the relationship ends. So I'm wondering.... As far as I'm concerned, if the relationship has ended, she can then take the collar with her. I'm not gonna put it on another, and the fact that I didn't permit her to put it on herself means it's lost all symbolism of *ownership*. It's just a prop now. If she does wear it for another, that's a matter of their standards, not mine. I vaguely recall an old western series when I was a kid. "Branded", maybe? Chuck Connors, maybe? (Google is NOT my friend) Anyway, I think the gist was that he was a cavalry officer who somehow disgraced the uniform, or was at least wrongly accused and convicted of doing so. In full ceremony, he was stripped of his symbols of rank etc and (the relevant point) his sabre was broken in half and handed back to him. I recall thinking at the time, "they break that easily?" lol Anyway, I'm not suggesting you break or otherwise damage the collar, merely that its symbolism is changed for all time, so why not ask if he/she wants it. It would at least demonstrate what it means to you now, as opposed to back when they always knew it was yours.... And if they decline, meh, I'd toss it. Focus.
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