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.
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.
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
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