hmm…perhaps I should have a manicure before taking this 😉

The title is in reference to the beloved phrase told often to Winnie-the-Pooh (not the movie one) of “Silly Old Bear.” Anyone who knows me for very long or very well finds out I am a bit silly when it comes to romantic gestures or symbolic ones. It’s why collars on subs mean a great deal to me. Doms don’t really have a version of that, to my knowledge.

I found myself ringless this afternoon and had this thought in the back of my brain for a while (two weeks or so). This is a tungsten ring I got at a mall kiosk because it was an old student of mine who was selling them. The student was a HE, thank you very much. I saw that look. Anyway, I got it and planned to get a matching one but that never happened. I saw it the other day in a drawer and it’s stayed on my mind.

This is what I am going to call my Dom Ring. It serves a couple purposes. It is to signify to myself that I know what and who I am. It helps me to remember it since it is a nice, heavy ring and I can feel it there whenever my hand moves. The other reason, which I feel is even more important, is it is a symbol and reminder of my commitment to my submissives. Yes, plural possibly in the future. Right now, it represents my bond and connection with the one I wrote the poetry about: The Bond. Yes, she sent me a new picture today when I really needed it although she had no way of knowing why I did. (contented sigh).

Submissives who have been bonded with me have all found comfort and centering in whatever jewelry they used to signify their commitment to me: collars for some, rings for others. I’ve told them in times of anxiety when I am not there to touch or kiss the item and know I am with them always. They’ve told me it works quite well and has been very helpful. This is what I will do with my item: kiss or caress it. I will then be connected to those that have chosen or choose to bond with me.

See? Silly old dom.

Master Grey