There is something that happened recently. I recall every day. My master finally put a collar on me. Yes, I have a master in reality in life. I am the master's long-term slave master measured my neck size and personally made holes on the collar. In the mirror, he took several photos showing different perspectives. I knelt calmly and properly, my back tightly, showing a slightly sunken long arc. I imagined myself as a white horse grazing on the grassland, waiting for the fierce rider to control the brown leather collar to stick to my neck skin, a slender and tough leather rope is linked to the ring on the back neck. The owner can grasp the collar at any time, similar to a slave contract that is tightly attached to his body. Although it is not as strict as the law, it is enough to make me feel the owner's favor and restraint at any time. Now and in the future, as long as the owner asks me, I must wear it.