Eternity Collar Novels & Stories

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.

“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?”

The Training Center looms in front of us, and an excited chill runs through me. Before I can get out of the car, Jace grips my arm, “One moment, Precious. I have something for you.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a long thin box. I take it from his hand and open it. A gasp bursts free when I see the black leather collar, with a soft inner lining of red faux fur for comfort. There are small loops around it so he can attach me to whatever he wants. Another heart dangles in the front, only it doesn’t have a lock on it, instead, it has the name Precious engraved on the front of the heart, and on the back it, has Owned by Master Jace engraved on it. I can’t keep the smile off my fa

Sits me on the edge. Then he reaches into the duffel and pulls out the collar. Black leather. Soft inside. Heavy silver O-ring. A small engraved plate on the front that catches the morning light: Property of Sir. My breath hitches. My pussy, fucked raw, empty, exhausted, throbs.

After playing for some time, Ned took me by the right hand and looked directly into my eyes, and said; If there is one thing you should never forget at the dawn of each day; if there is one thing you should never forget or if there is one thing you should ever Cherish and continue to nurture is the fact that I love you deeply from my heart. Nothing will change that fact, there is nothing so strong that will break what I have for you, my love for you is till eternity. I love you now, always, and till after death. Well, I have made a promise to give you this( he dipped his hand into his pocket to bring out a ring). The ring has a symbol of infinity. As he placed it in my hand, he told me to ch

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.’

Show everyone that submission freely given is stronger than any spelled collar could ever be. The collar in my pocket has been there for days, waiting for the right moment. I'd had it made the morning after she asked, knowing exactly what I wanted: simple black leather, soft enough not to chafe, elegant silver buckle engraved with protection runes that an elder helped design. Not to control – never to control – but to keep her safe. To let her feel my presence even when we're apart. My thumb traces the inside of the collar where I had one word etched: "Chosen." Because that's what this is about – her choice to submit, my choice to claim and protect.

Anestra laughed loudly, tossing her head back. “You cannot stay in there forever,” said Anestra. “You’ve come here to kill me but I will show you mercy,” she promised with a wicked grin. “I will add you to my collection,” she said, jingling the three collars at them. Cory watched as the three collars mended themselves in Anestra’s hand. The collars then unclasped themselves though Hayden had not been able to get the clasp open earlier. The collars were ready to be clasped onto new necks now.

He begged to come with us but this is supposed to be a surprise. In bdsm, collaring a submissive can either be a kinky night or a true commitment. It's almost like marriage to a lot of members. Only couples who have been together for a while will collar the submissive, however some dominants like their sub to wear a collar for sexy reasons, like to feel more in control. We are getting Cole a collar to show we want him to be ours forever. We want to get a metal chain of some sort that we can padlock and let him wear 24/7. I hope he accepts to wear it, it's entirely his choice. He knows what it is and what it means because he's asked me about other subs who wear collars. I feel my leg start to