Collared Novels & Stories

It is used only for private meetings and nothing else. Atkins pulls off his thin black T-shirt, his collar-length hair scraped back into a slick ponytail. He isn’t allowed to speak unless he is asked a question. Tonight, Atkins is the lowest of the Alvrado’s brotherhood , but he is higher than a civilian. First places the scissors against Arlkins scalp, hacking off his long hair. He isn’t allowed to grow it long until after his first year. The ponytail slices off neatly “A souvenir from your past.” Anatoli places his hand on Atkins shoulder. . A drink, and then time to mark you.”

She felt a rush of excitement and fear ran down her veins. Will collared Anna. He had always wanted to do this. It was a red collar with thick vegan leather and had a heart to the front along with a belted buckle. This collar was kinky enough to be worn in the bedroom, but also cute and innocent enough to be worn every single day, aesthetically. He looked at her standing completely naked in front of him. Her boobs were something which always turned him on, they were perky and totally pink. He loved how they completely fitted in his hands, just the way he liked it.

I love when they say that it makes me feel good and I wanna be good " I see you like when we call you that, continue being good and we'll get you are Collar with that on it I didn't like collars but I was somewhat excited about getting a collar with that name

"So what did you do? He definitely wouldn't bring someone here for no reason." "It's a long and shocking story. I'm still struggling to believe it happened, especially in this day and age." Elena sighed, shaking her head. "I'm being held as collateral for my ex-husband's debt." "Collateral?" "Shocking, right? Your brother is a heartless devil." "That's strange." Sara's brows drew together. "Lu doesn't take people as collateral anymore. He stopped that a long time ago." Elena froze. "What do you mean?"

Chocolate of course, took a thousand pictures of us, Mel and I being about nine hundred of them before my phone begins to blare up with comments. Is that a topaz gemstone collar??? Carl's wearing a fucking gold collar! I want one too!! Channing is wearing a fucking citrine stone collar! You know how expensive that shit is?! Strawberry has never failed to disappoint. I mean, look at him rocking my two year allowance around his neck. That's got to be real pearl, right? I look up at Chocolate who's scrolling so fast on his phone it's crazy he even knows what he's doing, "What are they talking about?"

I said, with a smirk. “We are close.” I said as we followed their scents. Soon I saw Ambrosia come into view. Amethyst was close by her side. They were both wearing the collars and they were a distance away from us. A pet that is collared out in public was deemed off limits to other Vampires. Touching someone else’s collared pet was a very punishable crime in the Vampire world. But if they were uncollared, then they were free game. I was relieved that my pets put their collars on before leaving. I didn’t have a doubt that they wouldn’t, but I'm just glad they did.

His eyes gleam with predatory amusement. Emma sits beside him, her shoulders stiff and eyes glaring at me. A pink diamond-studded collar glitters around her throat. A bruise peeks out from under her sleeve. That's what we have to wear when we are someone's submissive. A collar. It's a sign that a girl is owned. That she is not to be touched by another. It's a warning and a trophy. My throat is bare. I am unclaimed. Unprotected. And very much alone.

I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the lid, before finally lifting it open. Inside there was a glimmer of gold that caught my eye first. A collar lay nestled in the velvet lining, its surface polished to perfection and expensive looking. There are ring little diamond studs spelled out with a single word ‘kitten’. My breath caught in my throat, my pulse pounding as I reached for it. The weight of the collar was solid in my hands, the craftsmanship exquisite. It wasn’t just an accessory but a statement. He is trying to stake his claim with a collar. I had no idea he was into such things.

Her eyes followed it. “What’s that?” “A choice.” She licked her lips. “Dante—” “Let me speak first.” I sat beside her and opened the box. Her breath caught. The collar was black leather, smooth and gleaming. A single silver ring hung at the front. Not for pulling but as a symbol, of ownership, of submission, of belonging.

She was pretty, a face you wouldn't suspect that had already killed hundreds. On her neck was an eye-catching bloody collar. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't something that could be removed. The collar was engraved on her neck, like a tattoo. The collar pattern was complicated, like a bunch of runes circling her delicate neck. The collar tattoo was throbbing and slightly moving—it was alive. The woman, Madam Mabel, gazed at where her subordinate came from with knowing eyes. "No, we shall proceed."