Having a lonely night and this got me.
When I was still with my Mistress/owner, I'd used to wait for her near the front door cuffed, collared and head down until she came back from work.
Wasnt every day. But when we did it, it felt special.
The anticipation of waiting for something as stupidly simple as a head pat and a 'good boy', or a "Naw, did you miss me?' still gives me butterflys thinking about it.
I miss not feeling owned and loved. >you'll probably get an owner>One day you will part ways