Slave Collar Novels & Stories

​Lyra's POV ​The new collar felt heavier than all the iron chains combined. ​Its thick, black leather dug mercilessly into my bruised neck, completely covering the faded slave brand beneath it. It felt symbolic—as if it were seamlessly replacing one nightmare with another. ​A guard brutally shoved my shoulder from behind. "Move."

Then he pushed two fingers inside and stirred it around. “Not today. You’re going to walk around all day with my cum inside you and no relief. That’s your punishment for cumming without permission yesterday at the club.” He pulled a small black collar from his pocket — thin leather with a small silver lock. He fastened it around my neck and clicked the lock shut. “Rule number two. This collar stays on at all times. It tells everyone who owns you. Even if they can’t see it under your clothes, you’ll feel it.”

The silver collar was a cold, heavy weight that felt more like a brand than jewelry. It didn’t just choke my throat; it choked my identity. As the warden fastened the hidden latch at the back of my neck, the click sounded like a prison door. She didn’t look at me as she stepped back, her eyes checking for flaws in the black silk dress that clung to my body like oil.

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.’

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

"So beautiful.” “It is a custom that evolved amongst the Concordia from our habit of branding our blood slaves,” he confessed. “The collars were adapted as a less painful solution. When slaves married into other families, the collar would be changed to reflect the new family, and over time, an exchange of collars came to represent marriage amongst them, with the groom responsible for providing the silver for the new collar and paying for it’s workmanship. The value and elaborateness of the collar was taken to indicate the groom’s love for his mate. And soon, the vampires admired the custom, the beautiful workmanship, and began to exchange them amongst themselves – of course, ours were of gol

That was also a symbol, and a mark of ownership. “Of an agreement between us,” he opened the box to show her. Within lay an open circle of metal, the ends joined by chain links through which was hooked a small padlock. A collar, she realized. A discrete, beautiful, blood slave collar, similar to the collars of submissives in the BDSM scene. The collar was made of white framed by yellow gold, and the white gold was tooled in a twisting pattern that reminded her very much of Rhett’s knotted triangle.

She was sulking, sporting a puppy dog eyes look. “Well, maybe you should?” I joked, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. I gulped down the sour drink and groaned. I looked at her, placing the glass on the counter. A mischievous grin played on Ahbaya’s features. She stared at the collar of Ballantine's at my neck. "Do you have any idea what the Collar of Ballantine's is for other than concealing the rank of a shifter?" I shook my head. "No, why?"

A metallic click filled the air, and I felt something cold and hard against my skin. I raised my hand to touch it, my fingers brushing against the metal of a thing. I looked up at Alpha Xander, confusion brewing. “W-what is going on?” I stammered my voice cracking in fear. “An Agony Collar is around your neck,” Alpha Xander replied tartly. “What?!” I exclaimed, knowing too well what an Agony Collar meant. It was a collar to inflict pain on werewolves and to force the werewolf wearing it to confess.

"You're a terrible liar." I put my hands on my hips. "And how, exactly, is some little trinket going to keep me here?" I studied the collar. It was actually quite pretty. Several smooth bluish-green stones were placed equal-distance around the black leather strap. Each stone was surrounded with swirls of silver and mounted into the collar. "The collar is embedded with Moonstone and a silver additive, making it impossible for you to shift. You also won't have the increased strength of your Wolf nature." He stated all of those things as if they weren't devastating to me.