The Minding

01 Feb


It is a Scottish word.
In normal usage it is ‘a small gift given as a token of goodwill’.
Yet in certain circles it has taken on a different meaning.
A Reminder.

He tells her to choose a piece of jewellery. She knows that, if it were possible, he would have bought it for her himself. But their circumstances do not allow it.

Instead she sifts through her jewellery box, seeking something discreet. An item that will pass without comment from those close to her. She chooses a bracelet and slips it on her wrist. She holds it up to the light and is pleased with her choice. Strangely it seems newer, more elegant, more stylish. The metal shines, the small gems glow. It has taken on a power of its own.

It is then she realises she is excited. There is a light tug in her lower belly. A quickening of her breath.

At first she cannot understand why she has become aroused at the thought, the idea, the concept, of wearing this token.  His token.

For him.

At home, at work, with her family and with her friends. Quietly, on her own. And when she is naked before him.

But then she considers what it symbolises. An external sign of belonging, of being owned, of being controlled. A constant reminder that sexually she is His disciple. His submissive. His slave. That her body is his, to do with as he instructs.

That she is respected, desired, valued and adored. That she belongs to him.

And then it comes to her.

The Minding is a collar.

She is wearing his collar.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo stolen from nondani


Posted by on February 1, 2014 in D/s


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21 responses to “The Minding

  1. Maggie Carpenter

    February 1, 2014 at 3:29 pm

    And there is nothing quite so exquisitely, sensuously gratifying, as a submissive’s Minding.


  2. Reticent Mental Property

    February 1, 2014 at 3:46 pm

    The minding. The minding. The minding. Say it three times, slowly.


  3. the Master's Slave

    February 1, 2014 at 3:56 pm

    Beautiful and I love how comfortable we are with each other. I love how we endlessly never take the teasing to heart. I love the look in your eyes when you think of me. I love how I can call you anytime when I need someone and somehow you never cease to make me laugh. I love how you need me as much as i need you. And most of all, I love how you love me. xo.


  4. J. Jane MacKinna

    February 1, 2014 at 8:43 pm

    This brought tears. Thank you for rousing those blessed memories…of belonging.


  5. Mandy the Quiet (@69quietgirl)

    February 1, 2014 at 9:24 pm

    Ooh – that sends shivers down my spine! (In a good way!) Thank you – another wonderful piece of writing! 🙂


  6. vishalbheeroo

    February 1, 2014 at 9:29 pm

    arousal and amazing stuff:)


  7. Pensive

    February 2, 2014 at 4:26 am

    I love your writings. Thank you, again.


  8. georgeforfun

    February 3, 2014 at 6:17 pm

    Reblogged this on georgeforfun.


  9. redklwr2006 Kym

    February 5, 2014 at 3:32 am

    Simply beautiful. Thank you for sharing..


  10. justagirllost2

    January 22, 2016 at 12:52 am

    fascinating concept. a forever token of ownership?



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