Collared Novels & Stories

And he knew it. During the day, I always wore my collar. It was a pretty pink one, much like a sleek, well-pampered feline's with a heart-shaped name tag that had my chosen name on it in cursive letters: Anny. I loved that collar. It was the one that I always wore around the house and in his presence. He had given it to me after I had earned my way out of the simple black one purchased at the local Petsmart. And then I had one that I wore outside of the house that looked more like jewelry. Most people aren't too fond of slavery or girls wearing collars out.

“I will keep the keys with Morgana’s around my neck.” “Cool,” Rhett went to one of the mirrors along the wall to examine himself in the reflection. “Looks sexy as all hell.” He approved. “I’m glad that you like it. Heath,” Talen opened the second box. Heath walked around the bed and took his place before Talen waiting for their mate to place the collar on him, before joining Rhett by the mirror to admire the result. “And Cameron.” Cameron released Aislen and stood, stepping over her in order to drop to his knees in front of Talen. “This is like a wedding ring?” He asked as Talen put the collar around his neck. He reached up one hand to explore it with his fingertips.

When they arrived at King's Landing, Stephan grabbed the discreet leash attached to Lisa's collar and guided Lisa into the restaurant. The hostess of the restaurant wore a collar and a tattoo of four hundred fifty-one. Stephan looked her up and down. This one is new most of just been broken in I wonder whose find what am I kidding probably my kid brother's fine but which one. “ Same booth as usual?” the girl said That’s right, stephans father said “Very well, this way, sir.”

Kayden teased as Gemma feigned innocence. She chuckled as her breath finally hitched when she took a good look at him. Every day, she prays to God it's not a dream because he looks so good. He exudes sophistication in a tailored suit, his dark brown hair perfectly styled. A black and green tie adds a pop of colour, complemented by emerald cuffs and a subtle "G" brooch. His grey eyes sparkle like diamonds, matching the rare Rolex watch on his wrist, adorned with emeralds.

Her feet halted. "Very good." He straightened his back. "I haven't given you a pet name yet." "Your death!" She gritted her teeth. He laughed loudly, walked close to her, and took out something from his pocket. She eyed the black leather collar. She felt disgusted but couldn't move a step back knowing he would kill an innocent girl. She let him clasp it around her neck. Nauseate hit her feeling his fingers grazing her skin. It determined her to kill him.

A permanent one. She looked down at the collar and noticed how beautifully crafted it was; it was a dainty collar of rose gold leather and had a small lock on the back. There was a pendant with a small letter ‘K’ affixed to the front, and inside was a branded inscription: ‘I Would Bleed For You, As You Have For Me.’

Dahlia Carrington ~•~ It turned out that the slutty set he had gotten for me wasn’t the main deal. It consisted of a pair of bra and panties as well as a top that ended just below my breasts and a mini skirt that had half of my ass out so that the panties were peaking out. They were all in pink and it made me feel like one of the Barbies; like a true doll. I was tempted to just take it off and tell Damon I wasn’t interested because I knew the implications of such clothing and I was still shy at heart but I waved it off. I owed him for that night and it was his birthday.

“Do you not know how the collars work? Are you sure you should be purchasing a wolf if you don’t even know how to control one?” “You really think a simple shock will control one of those four?” Jackson blinked at the man. He was completely thrown off by how this conversation was going. “Do… Uh, I hate to use this phrase, but do you not know who I am? I mean you said my name when you approached so I assumed you knew who you were talking to. Jackson Carmillan. Of Carmillan Collars. I think I have a better understanding of how the collars work than you do.”

I put it back in the box with the photos of my parents and me. Maybe I really wore it but ... did I really wear it? I stopped thinking when suddenly there was a knock on the door, I was about to approach to open it but after a while it opened spontaneously and it spat out Elora and she was accompanied by two servants too, because they had the same clothes as Elora . The only difference is its color, they are black in color but is it Elora because the color of the collar has a maroon color on her clothes unlike the two that are pure black.

His lips curled into the slightest smile, but he waited for me to continue. “Collared.” He nodded. “Um-hum.” “It means ‘one who is owned.’” “Yes, it does.” Knowing I could have been reading him wrong, I made air-quotes with my fingers and asked, “Is this a collar, Richard?” “The act of collaring means that the dom accepts that person as their sub. The acceptance of the collar means the sub accepts the dom and will do what’s asked of them. In a way it’s like an exchange of vows.”