Free Spirit Dog Shock Collar Novels & Stories

Earl watched from his luxury dog bed, head tilted in that particular way that suggested either deep canine wisdom or imminent bathroom needs. “And then she had the AUDACITY—the sheer CAUCASITY—to slip me this flash drive like we’re in some discount spy movie!” Deja fumed, brandishing the small device. “I should’ve known something was up when she fixed my collar. NO ONE touches my collar without signing a waiver and providing two forms of ID!” Earl yipped in apparent agreement. “Thank you!” she cried, pointing at him. “That’s what I’m SAYING! You’re the only one in this house with critical thinking skills!”

He gave a toothy grin, walks over to my wardrobe and brings out a box. He placed the box on the bed, opened the box and brings out a dog collar from it. The collar was just plain, with no design... Rusty silver collar. "You see this right here, slave. This is your collar." His grin became more wider. I shifted back in horror, no.. this is the height of it, I have already gone through so much humiliation, I will not let him put that collar thingy on my neck. I am not a dog!!.

She caught me glancing up at her and my eyes widening “Tsk. Tsk. Puppy, I didn’t tell you to look up did I?” she was shaking her head as she walked toward me . The bag was still on the couch that contained the other things she had purchased. She pulled out a black leather collar with a silver ring in the front “Puppy, I’m going to put this collar on you for the next twenty four hours. You are not to take it off unless I tell you to. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress” I said

She cooed softly and bounced me lightly in her arms. “See?” she murmured, voice gentle. “He’s not angry. He’s just talking.” I buried my face in her neck to stop myself from yowling. My ears twitched in anger, my tail flicked in exasperation, and my fur practically bristled with every ounce of dignity I had left. Katia, if you don’t come back soon, I might actually lose my mind. Bob wasn’t done. “You know what we need? A little bell collar. Bright red. With rhinestones. That way, if he tries to sneak up on anyone, we’ll hear him coming.”

That’s what I’ve decided I can do for her. She was now hanging up when I walked back into the room, and the look of pleasure on her face felt like the highlight of my day. “You spoke to your grandma?” “Yes!” She made a move as if to come to me but then caught herself and stopped short, wringing her hands instead. I felt the loss but knew it was for the best. “Open that one next.” I pointed to the bag I knew held the specialized dog collar. If Simon held true to form, she’d never suspect that it was anything more than an overpriced diamond collar that would expand as the mutt gets older.

He collapsed on the floor in a heap. From the bag, I took out a custom-made, horrid dog collar that was specially coated with silver on the inside. I fastened it around his neck. His skin sizzled again and he started choking a little. "You are my slave from now on. If you don't do as I fucking tell you, I will punish you raw." I took out the leash, attached it to the collar, and yanked it just for the heck of it. He whimpered. "Stand up," I hissed at him. He was on the floor, lying pathetically, not even having the decency to stand up. I needed to teach him how to show some respect.

Soon, he received a shock to his neck that jerked him back to his senses. He looked down and then grunted in frustration. "I can't do this anymore." He says in a low mumbling voice as he stares at the woman kneeling between his legs, rubbing his manhood using both of her hands while she enjoys placing it inside her mouth. The slurping sound made it difficult for him to concentrate. "Now you understand how hard it is to stay quiet," she commented. "Yes! Can I remove this automatic shock collar now?" He asks nicely. "No!" She exclaimed.

One of the vampires says while the others stand there laughing as we scream in pain. Once the electricity stop passing through my body, I slowly stand to my feet. My legs are weak and shaky, barely holding me up. I reach up to rip this collar from around my neck, but quickly pull my hands away. The outside of this collar is covered in silver. I let out a deep growl and go to shift, but the moment my bones started to reform the collar shocks me again, knocking me to the ground screaming in pain. "Don't even think about shifting, those collars are specially made to stop you mutts from changing into them stupid dogs. But don't worry once we wipe most of you mutts out, the rest will join you two

Dealing with an angry owner When I finally came to, I realized instantly that I had a collar on my neck, was very naked and each of my extremities were strapped separately to the ground by plasma energy binds. Oh I fucked up badly, I groaned to myself. My body ached badly from the stun gun Ashr fired at me. "I hope you're proud of yourself for getting me fined by the neighborhood H.O.A. for having an uncollared loose pet, that I'm also not licensed to have," Ashr snapped bitterly and shook his head at me. I lowered my head and sighed.

They finally picked out everything. They went with a fox terrier set of ears and remote vibrating butt plug fox tail in brown and white. Becky's collar was slim, black, silk padded leather, with a small bone shaped lock. A metal engraved plate on the collar said "McLoed Family Pet." Her dog tag was engraved with her pet name, well the cleaner version, though they agreed her real pet name was fuck puppy. They had the tag engraved "Love Puppy".