Collared Novels & Stories

she said. "Yes, Mariposa. We'll watch. You're great too, go ahead and be careful!" "Don't worry we're only here when you need back up. The beauty of your new prosthetics, can abort jaws when seen by men," said by one of her colleagues. "All right, I'll be out. It's up to you to pay the club manager." Mariposa came out. She was wearing a fitted red dress that was above the knee, suitable for her because her whiteness was more pronounced.

He covered his nose with his arm while blushing in embarrassment as he moved back to the table. "Sorry for the rudeness... it was not intentional... but... you really need the collar as soon as possible—I will arrange for some males, but you will need to send out two of your companions with them to acquire them in the nearest village," he explained in a low voice while looking away, trying to avoid my gaze. "It is quite rare, but there is a high chance of obtaining it there—it's a special collar made by the ancient races themselves." "What do you mean—what collar?" my brother asked successively due to confusion and agitation. "What exactly happened earlier?"

"I'm thinking one more stop before we go eat. What do you think about a swimming collar?" "A swimming collar? I can't swim." It was exactly what it sounded like. They were meant to be worn in the water when swimming, or when doing sports. They offered just as much protection, but didn't retain fluid like a normal collar would. "I just figured they'd be easier to find this time of year. Besides, it would mean we could enjoy the shower together...?" Rayan flushed at the implication, but readily agreed. They found one in a sleek black with grey trim, and just in time too, because both of their stomachs started complaining of hunger.

Inside lay a thick black leather collar, wide enough to sit just above her breasts, engraved with a single line of tiny, elegant script that she couldn’t read yet: *Ours. Forever.* “I don’t want a wedding band or a house or anything that makes this official,” he said quietly. “Just this. So when he looks at you, he’ll know exactly who you belong to.” Emma’s breath hitched. She’d known this was coming. After seven straight days of them using every room, after the shower, the rug, the kitchen island, the hallway, the guest room, the couch after waking up every morning leaking and plugged and smiling at Mark like nothing had happened she’d known the collar would be the final step.

The disappointment was instant. We'd come up with the colored bracelets to avoid unnecessary conversations and to ensure one didn't waste time with another when they weren't a match. There were many different personalities at the club and the bracelets were to indicate those personalities. It was easy to know who was compatible with who and what not.

“I thought you girls like this stuff. You should try on the collar first. I picked that out myself.” It was only at this moment I noticed what was in the box he was holding. What the fuck! I stared at the pink collar that had spiky metals all around it. It was obvious what it was for. “Get that thing away from me!” I yelled. Angel didn't stop. He took yet another step closer. “Why? Don't you like it?” “Isn't it obvious, you sicko?” I glared at him. “If you take another step towards me, I am gonna scream!”

Whatever it was starts to work immediately, and I feel the pain lift from my body as my vision blurs. Everything is so disjointed I think I might be sick. I need to shift. I need to get out of here and find my mate. Pulling on my power as both a witch and a wolf, I begin to push my energy into the collar around my neck. It fizzles and sparks, making the worker next to me jump in surprise as the metal starts to glow. “I think the collar is malfunctioning?” she yelps, her bright, white uniform glowing in the overhead fluorescent light.

“Let’s have a chat about what happens next, eh?” From under his cloak, Kael fished out this collar, silver, crazy intricate, etched with symbols that made Marcus’s eyes water if he stared too long. The thing didn’t just look alive; it moved, stretching out in these weird, hungry little tendrils, all eager to wrap around his neck. “This’ll help you focus,” Kael said, snapping the collar on like he was doing him a favor. “No more of those pesky, independent thoughts. We’ll put something more… useful in their place.”

“Aiden? I thought I told you to call me Sir.” “Sir.” I breathed out and watched the reaction it had on him. “Good,” Aiden responded. “I want your obedience and your trust. I want to guide you, Diana. Slowly. If you’re willing.” He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it. Inside lay a beautiful collar, it had a delicate silver chain with a small, elegant pendant that looked like a simple teardrop but had a discreet locking mechanism at the back. “This is the first piece,” he said softly. “A collar. Something discreet you can wear under your clothes. A reminder of who you belong to while you work. Will you accept it, Diana?”

Holding up a collar she asked, "How's this?" The collar was black leather, with soft felt lining the inside, and it had silver studs around the outside of it. It also had several silver metal loops spaced around it. It was fastened together by a small silver fastener similar to a belt buckle. Pretending to think about it for a few seconds, Elias said, "I think that might do. Can you put in on her for me to make sure it fits?" he asked innocently. Coloring a deeper red, Iris quickly replied "sure," and stepped forward until her body was almost touching Mrs. Mark's. She reached up and gently placed the collar around Mrs. Mark's neck, fastening it at the back.