Slave Collar 소설 & 이야기

"Ready." In the bedroom, he sat her at the foot of the bed and opened the last box he'd taken from the package. Inside was a narrow circlet of leather with tiny gold bells hanging from it., and the initials TH in gold. The inside was lined with soft fleece. "In the real Dominant/submissive situation, Masters collar their subs. It's a sign of possession. I got this for you to wear when we're home because I want it clear that you're mine."

The last thing I wanted was to have everyone looking down on me because I'm the 'Alpha's slave. Slavery is common in some cities. Some powerful lords employ collars on their slaves as a form of punishment, particularly when the slave is strong-willed and recalcitrant. When the owner pressed a button, it was like getting an electric jolt. Being collared is something I've never imagined in my wildest dreams. I'm not stupid, I know the alpha did it, so I won't run away. Unfortunately, I intend to stay until I murder him. Going to my safe, I took the necklace my adoptive mother gave me – the one she found on me when she found me as a baby – and put it in my back pocket… I dashed outside after an

"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.

And he knew it. During the day, I always wore my collar. It was a pretty pink one, much like a sleek, well-pampered feline's with a heart-shaped name tag that had my chosen name on it in cursive letters: Anny. I loved that collar. It was the one that I always wore around the house and in his presence. He had given it to me after I had earned my way out of the simple black one purchased at the local Petsmart. And then I had one that I wore outside of the house that looked more like jewelry. Most people aren't too fond of slavery or girls wearing collars out.

The master never allowed anybody pass the night in his chambers and he had actually left the chambers for her and went into his secret room where they were sure he passed the night in. They figured the lady's womanhood must be to enjoyable to receive such treatment from the Master. They wished she wasn't the Master's slave so they could get a taste of her too but they know too well not to temper with any of the Master's s*x slaves. The last guard who had a secrete affair with one of the Master's s*x slave had his manhood cut off and hanged at the entrance of the castle for a warning to other ones. He had died from bleeding and the slave he had the affair with, killed her self before the Mast

~ CASIMIR ~ I was slick with sweat, could feel it trickling down my spine despite the fact that I hadn’t worn a shirt. As I stepped into the dark den I turned to bar the door. But when I reached down to pick up the beam, pain spasmed at the hollow of my back. I hissed against it as I dropped the thick bar into the brackets, but was forced to take a moment, leaning on it, gripping it until my knuckles turned white as I fought the cord of the bond in my chest that was thrashing, whipping like a striking snake.

Sagon reached out and picked up the object with a steady hand - it was a collar. It was a collar of rather rough workmanship, at a glance it was obvious that it was meant to be worn around the necks of the lowest demon slaves or magical beasts in the market, and inside there was a circle of tiny sharp thorns, when worn around the neck these thorns would pierce through the skin and embed themselves into the flesh, and if they weren't removed for a long time these thorns would grow with the skin and flesh. Sagon narrows his eyes slightly - he recognizes it, it's what he threw at Evelyn earlier.

“This looks like one of the original collars. You will get very excited if you see one of the latter versions of it. It began as a simple alternative to branding blood slaves but evolved into a declaration of status within our society.” “This one,” he stepped back and walked over to the table, picking up his whiskey and taking a sip with his back to Harithen as he controlled the emotions that still rose with the memory. “Was not one that I had made. It is more likely one that belonged to a household slave. Sigrid probably ordered it made.”

“Kayla Regan Thorne, will you accept our love, our guidance, and our dominance from this day until your last? By accepting this vow, you agree to submit to us—your Alpha and your Master—serving to the best of your ability. And we vow to protect you, worship you, and put your needs above our own, guiding you always. Will you accept this contract?” She sobs, dropping to her knees and throwing her arms around me. “Yes! A thousand times yes!” We help her up and wrap her in our arms. When she calms enough, I take the collar out. “It has a lock on both sides. You need both keys to take it off. It’s to symbolize that all three of us are equal in this relationship.” Zak and I lock it into place toge

I came twice just from their fingers, legs shaking so hard they had to hold me up. Back in the bedroom they laid me on the bed and brought out the new collar. Thick black leather, engraved on the inside with “Mark & Sarah’s Breeding Slut” and a small lock. Mark fastened it around my neck, the click loud in the quiet room. Sarah kissed the leather, then my lips. “You belong to us now. No more foster. No more leaving. You’re staying right here, collared and pregnant.”