I’d been up and cleaning since daybreak, with only a slave collar to keep me warm. It was around elevenish when the Mistress told me to get dressed, because She wanted to do some serious shopping. Now, wearing a collar in public didn’t bother me a bit. On the contrary; I wore it with pride. Besides, removing a collar after a couple of days is a chilling experience for the neck. But the Mistress had a surprise for me in store that day, because She attached a leash to the collar. And Holy Chihuahua, that’s a real game changer! Because most people won’t even notice that you’re wearing a collar, but I can assure you that everyone notices a man on a leash. Even the blind organ grinder on the corner told me I looked like Labrador. Young and old, Women and men; everyone understands the symbolism of the leash. In that respect the leash is immensely powerful statement. And a lovely treat for a slave.