Collared Novels & Stories

"Well, I'm on a bit of a time crunch right now, but maybe next time." "If you are in a hurry, let me get you that information on the online training sights. It has both articles and illustrations for Dominate Masters and training articles for submissive slaves too. Then lets go look at the collars I have in stock. I personally would suggest two for each of your women. A classic precious metal with a tag for daytime and a soft lace one for bedtime unless you want them to take the collar off at bedtime." Gio shook his head "I want them collared all the time for now. So I think I agree precious metal for daytime and lace for bedtime."

Yes, definitely still cat, thought Ilyria with some relief. “What now, little Fierce,” said Ilyria, grateful for the comfort of having her there but still no better off than she was before. “What should I do now?” Fierce scratched again, this time at her neck which set off a rattling tinkle. Ilyria looked closer. Someone had put a collar around Fierce's neck. It seemed strange and out of place on the wild little creature. It was a pink collar with a small box attached to it. Ilyria took it in her hand and something rattled inside. She looked at Fierce.

“Okay, I know you love that collar but the thickness and width aren’t too good while you’re pregnant, especially when it starts getting to hot weather. So, I got you this one. It isn’t like the collars in here, but it is something you can still wear during labour. That one you can’t.” Taking out the collar, he places it around my neck. It is totally different, almost not like a collar. Pink ribbon, with a padlock on the end, tight but not too tight, and the padlock has a kitten engraved on it. It is beautiful and perfect. Sure, it isn’t mine that I love, but he is right, I can’t wear a big, thick leather collar all through my pregnancy, so for now this can be my replacement. He carries the

"Thank you for joining us." "I wasn't aware I had a choice," I said, the words slipping out. A few people gasped at my tone. His lips twitched, almost a smile. "There is always a choice. Today, yours is to be seen." He raised a hand. A servant moved forward, holding a velvet cushion. On it lay a collar. But not of metal or leather it was made of twisted, living-looking silver vines, set with a single dark gem. It was ancient and savage.

"Um, did you get it yet?" Suki seemed to find his happiness contagious because she smiled and presented him with a red square box. "Yes. Here it is." Marcos took it with a small giggle before shoving it to his body. "She had this customized for you." "What is it?" "Open it!" From the way he was acting all hyper, Paris was sure it was nothing good. How could it have been anything but? Better just get this over with then. Slowly, he took up the slid, his eyes staring at a black collar with the word 'KITTEN' in white on it, while a fish bone dangled from it's middle which held a name in gold.

His presence filled the room until the air changed—thicker, heavier, sparking between my legs and coiling in my stomach. “You’re not a pet,” he said again, voice low and dark. “You’re a possession.” His hand lifted, knuckles trailing down the side of my neck. “And this?” he murmured, brushing my throat. “This is where I mark what’s mine.” I should’ve run. I should’ve snapped something clever back. But I opened the box. And inside was the most beautiful collar I’d ever seen. Black leather. Smooth and supple. A single silver ring at the center. No tag. No name.

The other relatives sniffed the air and covered their noses. "Yeah, it smells like it's gone moldy." Mom's face went pale, and she quickly said, "You don't get it! That's the smell of the high-tech fabric! It's a special coating! "The more expensive the fabric, the stronger the smell! Edmund's smells too, he just sprayed cologne over it." Just then, my little nephew, who was playing on the floor, ran over and hugged my leg. He was short, and his eyes were level with the open pocket of my jacket.

Simultaneously, their cheeks turned red, a deep, burning flush that crept up from their hidden collars to their ears. "What do you mean, Sophie?" Adonis managed to say, his voice an octave higher than usual. "The collars," she pointed out, leaning in. "I can see the metal. They look exactly the same. Almost like..." "It’s a new arriving product!" Fenrir blurted out, interrupting her. He stammered as he scrambled for a cover story. "It... it came in today. A new line of... of ceremonial neck-wear. Yes. It’s the latest trend in the territories. Other leaders are checking if they will like it"

I honestly don't know what I keep expecting from him but if this is what marriage is well I have to take what I'm offered besides I was just collateral damage. ‎

My breath hitches as Jace presses closer, the heat of him a stark contrast to Rich’s cooler, almost methodical exploration. The blindfold amplifies everything. I can’t see them, but I feel them everywhere, pressing into my space, commanding my attention. A soft click stirs the air beside me, metal against metal again. Jace releases my hair for a moment, and I hear the sound of something being fastened around my neck, a collar. The smooth leather fits snugly, not tight but enough to remind me who holds control. “Perfect,” Jace murmurs as if to himself. He runs a thumb along the edge of the collar before stepping back. “Rich.”