I am chained. Constantly. Beautifully. Jacob has suggested and I have eagerly agreed to wear his chains at all times unless medical reasons prevent it. In anticipation of my acceptance, he did a bit of shopping and now, I have an entire jewelry box of body chains. I choose which to wear most of the time, but am required to wear one at all times.

Yes, they are, at times, visible beneath my clothing. Yes, I am self conscious about this. Yes, I have had to answer sometimes invasive questions regarding my chains. Yes, I answer honestly. And most importantly, Yes, I’m proud and happy to wear them.

Jacob is never far from my mind or body when I wear his chains. During the day, I wear light weight silver or gold body chains which are rarely visible beneath my clothing. In the evenings, Jacob likes see my chains, so I choose ones that will be highlighted by the outfit he chooses. He often runs his hand over the chain or lightly tugs at it. He likes to make sure I am reminded that I wear the chain as a statement of my commitment to him and his to me.

At home, his chains are sometimes all I wear. These chains, though, are not the lightweight delicate creations I wear in public. These chains can withstand the demands of a virulent and creative Master. These chains can act as anchor points for leashes, cuffs, and other joyful toys. These chains are the ones to make me feel totally owned, submissive, sexy, and powerful.

These chains are my favorite.