Eternity Collar Novels & Stories

"Next, you would advance your submissives to where you are today, commitment collars. Where they are fully trained and are now willing to make a lasting commitment to you two as Dominates. You've already gotten your ceremony worked out and you realize that locking the collar on is a large part of that. Locking symbolizes the seriousness of a lasting commitment. I can order a version of these collars for that with normal locks. She pointed to the ones she had on display. "These, however, are of a different variety These are the last type of collar, a permanent collar." Each collar was a choker style collar with rings of yellow, rose, and white gold. Yellow of the bottom rings that were offset

It was a deeper connection, a silent acknowledgment of our shared fate. He reached up, brushing away a tear that had escaped my control, his cool touch gentle against my skin. "Yes, kitten, I guess I did want us to match... But you understand you don't have to wear it once we finish the academy, right? I don't want this for you for eternity." The collar, a mere strip of leather around his neck, was a testament to centuries of survival, bending without breaking. It stood as a sad reminder of the sacrifices and burdens borne, not for the sake of submission, but for the intricate dance of power and protection that defined this world.

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.

A loud sound suddenly goes off and it sounds like a bomb. “What the hell?” My dad says as he wakes up from the couch. He then places the laptop on it. “Stay here.” He orders me. “But..” I try to argue with him but he cuts me off. “Ellie, listen to me please.” He begs me and I nod. “Okay.” I say. Another heavy sound goes off again and I flinch. What in the world was that? I walk towards the window to see outside but what my eyes see causes me to gape.

“Well, no, not if you give me return dirt. I’m dying of curiosity over your men too. Like for instance, is that a collar you wear, Bethany? Or is it just a necklace?” Bethany’s cheeks went pink as she fingered the diamond that rested in the hollow of her throat. “It’s a collar,” she said softly. “Jace wanted me to wear it. I never take it off.” “Is yours a collar too, Josie?” Mia asked. Josie nodded.

Sègla was standing right in front of Shola. He was wearing a dark red shirt and holding a bouquet of roses. Around his neck was a magnificent necklace reminiscent of a ship's anchor. He had neatly trimmed his hair and beard, and left some of the buttons on the top of his shirt open. He smelled pleasantly good, and even though he wasn't quite close to Shola yet, she could feel his sweet intoxicating scent from where she was. He was quite simply a ladies' man.

She grabbed a handkerchief wiping it off. "I have" she mumbled and instantly, Marcus' gaze was back on her. "I …I want to ask for some… money from…" he cut her off immediately. "You'll get it." Without giving her a chance to speak, his ear pods were in his ear. Octavia sighed, averting her gaze to the street. She's in this already. She signed up for it herself. The car soon entered a giant gate before it halted and he opened the door. She got down through the next door and on raising her head, he was staring at her over the car.

The sight of it sent a chill down her spine, and she looked up at Elias in alarm. “What... is that?” Her voice trembled despite her best efforts to sound defiant. Elias didn’t bother with an answer, only motioned for the men to bring it closer. The crystal’s surface seemed to absorb the light, casting an eerie glow over the room. She recognized it now. She’d seen it before, long ago, during the capture of her former coven group. It was an enchanted collar, forged by witches to subdue any supernatural being it was placed on. And it can only be taken out by the person who has places it on you.

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.

It was a masterpiece of art, the most beautiful and precious thing she had ever seen. The collar itself was made of pure white gold, woven into an intricate and delicate pattern like vines from a fairy tale. At the front of the collar was a beautiful diamond pendant in the shape of a white rose, Lalisa’s symbol. And most amazingly… on the back of the collar, at the clasp, were the intertwined initials of all four of them—K, S, K, and L—beautifully and unified. It was not an instrument of bondage… but a royal insignia that signified her highest status.