Thank you for your questions. I am very humbled that you think I might wear a more elegant collar, but I am not an elegant lady. I’m an owned slave - raised on a farm, owned by a Man for the purpose of his sexual gratification and domestic service. Aesthetically, I like simple things, common things, and I find beauty in them.
My collar is very functional as a symbol of who I am and as an item of restraint. Here is it:
The leash hook serves many purposes. My Master does hook a leash to it. (It matches the collar, and is always in his possession, never mine). He also will sometimes run the chain of my nipple clamps through it, or even the chain to an anal hook. When he is a fun mood he has hooked my leash to it, run the leash between my breasts, between my vaginal lips (So that it pushes up against my clit), then through my legs - connecting to the spreader bar from the back. So every movement gives my leash and clitoris a good tug.
My Master enjoys having me walk behind him on my hands and knees as he holds my leash, and likes taking me from behind while pulling the leash tight. We attend conventions together on occasion and I am always leashed (although walking upright) at those events. On rare summer days when my parents are visiting my aunts and the girls are not home, he enjoys walking me on the leash around my property (I own several acres of woods around my house and guest house), gathering switches (shudder).. The collar is an “always” presence, the leash more of a special occasion - although we both wish it was used more.
We don’t get caught up in labels and rules - what is a pet, or sub, or lg, or slave. I do what he tells me and he does what he likes with me.