Free Spirit Dog Shock Collar Novels & Stories

Teaching them to obey and stay the fuck away from me would get us off on the right foot. I drove the entire day and purchased a hotel room for the night. Sniffing out the cats would be easier in wolf form. At midnight, I slipped out of my clothes and placed an overly large dog collar around my neck. After I shifted, the collar gave the illusion that I belonged to someone. My size would keep most people back and the collar would have them thinking I was a very large dog.

"Come with me! I don't want to live apart even for a minute." Hades was standing very still. Doll couldn't figure out why he wasn't responding. Then he looked up and his blood ran cold. Hades had been given a collar like they gave no-furs in early training who fight back too hard. Any tom would know how dangerous a collar like that was. One strong pulse and you were out of commission for a week, your whole system fried. Two strong pulses and it could take your head off. "Oh gods, they ordered you to stay still, didn't they? No, no, no! This isn't happening. They can't have you. No, I won't allow it." Doll clung to Hades for dear life.

The expression on Liberty's face changed when Aric took the collar and leash off the ground. "I'm sorry about this," he continued, putting it around her neck and fastening it, "but pets without collars are food for anyone who wants them." 'Even when we get back to Spokane, you need to make sure you have this on when you're not in my room or presence,' he explained, ensuring that the leather band wasn't pulled too tightly. 'Even when we get back to Spokane, you must ensure you have this on when you're not in my room or presence.

Yes, definitely still cat, thought Ilyria with some relief. “What now, little Fierce,” said Ilyria, grateful for the comfort of having her there but still no better off than she was before. “What should I do now?” Fierce scratched again, this time at her neck which set off a rattling tinkle. Ilyria looked closer. Someone had put a collar around Fierce's neck. It seemed strange and out of place on the wild little creature. It was a pink collar with a small box attached to it. Ilyria took it in her hand and something rattled inside. She looked at Fierce.

said another. “You’re missing out on a world of possibilities,” a third vampire responded—one with a younger face, and jet hair that melted into the shadows. “Why, this little toy could make for a whole lot of fun in bed, don’t you think?” My hands curled to fists and I willed myself to stop trembling. I wanted to turn over and deck them all right between the eyes. But I wasn’t an idiot, and I had no idea how to throw a punch. The host was still selling his product to the crowd. “It connects to your slave’s e-collar and emits just enough electric shock to cause a great deal of pain to your pets, but not enough to cause any…permanent damage. It leaves them entirely alive and unmarked.”

She asked as she tugged at the door of the dog carrier. “Heavens no!” Bethany scoffed. She gave her dress a final tug and she flopped back down on the couch. “I think I lost the stupid thing last week. It’s a real pity though. The batteries for the mutt’s shock collar have died and it would be really practical if I could replace them.” At this point, Cassie was no longer appalled by Bethany’s actions. The woman was pure evil and she constantly found new ways to remind Cassie of the kind of person that she was.

James shakes his head, hoping it isn’t true. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t know how precise they are, but Cirillo has a mountain of money. I can’t imagine he would put a discount store tracker on his prized possessions.” “They’re not discount store trackers. They are accurate down to three meters and powerful enough to stop large dogs in their tracks.” James bends down to dig through his backpack. “H-how do you know that?” I observe James’s actions. “My team designed them.” He says without looking up. “He said he had Dobermans guarding his shipyards and needed the collars.”

I said, and the woman began to weep. " Stupid, Stupid girl. How could you let yourself get ensnared like that?" She said, crying. ' What is the matter, Luna Tamar?" I asked her, addressing her in her official capacity. " That was how he got her," she said " Willows Wolfsbane cannot be expelled. It will kill the wolf. To kill a spirit wolf, a small dose would be introduced to weaken his or her defences. They would have to voluntarily take it in themselves. It is a way of telling the system that it is okay and should be allowed. If tried to force in, it won't be absorbed. Then an over-concentrated dose will later be administered. It would eventually kill the spirit wolf, but it would do it gra

Oliver says, clicking to another tab. "Those silk ties you used in Argentina look very sexy and it was hot as hell, but they’re not actually ideal. I want heavy leather cuffs lined with sheep wool. And a collar." I raise an eyebrow. "A collar." "A training collar," he clarifies quickly. "Not for public. I’m not walking around Amsterdam with a leash. And a permanent collar is a really big deal, but I want one for when we play. When you put it on me, it sets the boundary. It tells my nervous system the rules have changed."

It sat so tight against my skin it almost felt like it was choking me, even though I could still breathe. I scrambled off the bed and over to the vanity mirror. It wasn’t a necklace. It was a collar. A thick black leather dog collar. The metal tag hanging from the front had one word engraved on it in big letters: **Bitch**. My stomach dropped. “What the fuck—Sophie, why did you just put a dog collar on me?!” My voice cracked. Tears were already burning my eyes. Sophie just smiled, calm as anything, and held up a small black remote in her hand. “Because, Bitch… you’re my puppy now.”