Slave Collar 소설 & 이야기

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

“A very clear one. If you wear this, everyone in my world will know you belong to me. No one will touch you. No one will dare.” Eli stared at the collar. “And if I don’t want to belong to anyone?” Cove met his eyes. “Then you don’t wear it. The choice is yours. But I want you to understand what it really is before you decide.” Eli stayed quiet, waiting. Cove continued, voice steady. “This isn’t just jewelry. It’s high-tech. There’s a tracker inside. Military grade. It sends your exact location to my security team at all times. If you’re ever taken if Marco or Nikolai or anyone else grabs you my people will know within seconds.”

Their eyes stayed fixed on the floor, it was like they didn't have a soul at all. "I don't want your breeders," Caelan replied. "No, of course not. Not when you have a primal omega." The envoy's smile returned. "A gift, then. In exchange for a small favor." "What favor?" The envoy opened the crate. Inside, nestled in black velvet, was a collar. Silver and black. Studded with rubies that looked like dried blood. Runes etched into the metal, binding runes, slave runes, runes that would strip an omega of their will.

I said and forced myself to smile. “Let’s go home quickly, Senorita, so you can take a bath!” she held my hand and continued walking, her every step are fast. _ “Ouch! Yaya Celine, it hurts!” We are here in front of the gate. She stopped and looked at me. I can see the redness in my waist. Maybe it’s because of the tightness of Yaya Celine’s grip, I do have a sensitive skin. She bit her nail and noticed that her hands were shaking. “Senorita Kiara will kill me, I’m so sorry S-Senorita Shaira, I didn’t m-mean to!”

"Not for dress, Haya. For you. Because if this dress burns, you will feel poor again. You will cry in mansion. I don't want my girl to cry. I want her to feel richest." He lifted her face. "Do you know what possessive bedslave means? People think I own you. Truth is, I am scared to lose you. My heart ran here without shoes. It didn't ask my brain." Haya cried more, put his burned palm on her own cheek, blew cold air again and again, like mother blows child's wound. "Does it hurt?" she whispered. "Yes. But your tears on my burn hurt more. Don't cry, my bedslave."

I showed her the nadu position and how to present herself to me. I showed her what was in my hand before I unlocked the device with the key in my other hand. "You will never take this off. While it rests on your neck, it shows that you are taken. More than that, it marks you as my slave. I own you. No one will touch you without my permission. Lift your hair." I can smell her peachy scent as she lifts her hands to move those thick waves off her slim neck. I placed the collar around her and locked it in place. I shove the key into my pocket and step back to admire my hardware around her throat. The glint of the metal ring which dug into the hollow above her calvicular notch, called to me, so I

Weird stuff, my face grew red as I realized what I was seeing. Whips, leather cuffs, nipple clamps, kinky sex toys, and vibrators set on display in one corner everything pristine and clean, not a spec of dirt or smell in the air. Collars and chokers are set at the right side of the room. My eyes found a particular collar, it was calling me to it. My heart pounded in my chest as I traced my fingers over the collar, feeling the smooth leather and cool touch of the gold. The bold "W" emblazoned on its face sent a shiver down my spine, a stark reminder of Ethan Wright's ownership.

he says and I blush at the compliment. "Thank you Master," I say and he turns to me. "I have something for you," he says and reaches into his pocket where he pulls out a small flat box. He hands it to me and I cautiously open it to see a metal chain collar. "Is this a collar?" I ask and he nods as I take it out of the box. "I want you to be mine permanently. If you look at the clasp at the back it's engraved," he says and I look at the thicker metal clasp. It says Always Master's Slave.

However, from the words she gathered around, their activities had been under a close radar for decades and she wouldn’t have known if she wasn’t a slave trader or a slave. The slaves on the ship comprised humans, werewolves, witches and other mystical creatures, all of whom had their powers subdued. Mia had giga, a wolfsbane collar with sharp, piercing silver tips around her neck to keep her in check. So did every slave on the ship, but their poison varied according to the powers each possessed. She didn’t know who programmed the collar called giga, but it injected its venom into her neck every time she did anything contrary to the instructions given by the iron commander. They whipped and s

My heart is still pounding as the women make their way around the table, when Merrick gets my attention. “I have something for you, Baby Doll. It’s only temporary, but you will wear it as long as you’re here.” He opens a long jewelry box and pulls out a deep purple leather collar with diamond studs around it. There is a circle in the front, and dangling from the circle are three initials, K, M, and J. There is a tiny padlock in the box with it, which he picks up and opens. There is no clasp on the collar; it’s held together by the lock.