A slave collar is like a badge of honour really. Attaching a simple leash to the collar however, transforms it into one of the most humbling tools I can think of. From honourable sub to sloppy dog in three seconds flat. It doesn’t really matter if the leash is made of leather, metal, rope or the tiniest thread: from a slave’s point of view it’s unbreakable. However, there’s a big difference of course between being collared and leashed in the safety of a room or wearing it outdoors. The former is as innocent as a baby shower, the latter is utterly humiliating. Somehow I haven’t been on the right side of the leash that much, to be honest. And unfortunately there’s no such thing as a Lease Leash; a dog-walking centre for slaves. That would be so lovely! I shall be re-leashed, as the song goes. Let’s hope and pray that’s true.