Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

The skirt rides up her thigh as she skips into the room. I circle her slowly, using a finger to move her hair from her face to behind her ear, kissing her forehead, then drifting a finger down her spine. Her eyes look up at me expectantly, filled with love. I give her a kiss, then go over to my chest of toys. In the top compartment, I pull out a leash and collar, pink with silver buckles and ring. "Lift your chin so i can collar you." my voice commands, harsh and demanding. She puts her hands behind her head. Gently, I slip the pink fur collar around her neck, then fasten it with a lock. I attach the leash to the ring under her chin.

Her eyes sparkled as she spotted me lavishing attention on Titan. "Hey, I hope you don't mind that I got him a new collar chain," she said, a hint of hesitation in her voice. I smiled, following her gaze to the bright green collar adorned with glittering diamonds. "No, it's fine," I assured her, chuckling. "He looks stylish." Titan, sensing our attention, wagged his tail, the diamond-studded collar glinting in the light. Ember grinned. "I thought it suited his personality – flashy and playful."

He mouthed as he lowered his top half over me with his hands circling to the back as the gag gently clutch between my lips and inside my mouth. He pulled himself back once he was done, picking the next object; which was the choker. It’s kind of stylish, round and cutely designed. The collar was black and leather with the same-colored trim and a black strap. A silver chain leash was also attached to it with a small gold padlock that made it a locking collar. A mechanism I’d say often associated to the play of a total submission. Carefully he worked it around my neck and fastened the strap to a tight grip or fitting. Then he pulled on the leash with a smirk on his face as my head bopped forwar

I finally managed to voice out compliments to the brothers and my inside flutters when they gave me their smiles. The ceremony was eerily beautiful and strangely just felt as real as the one I had with Grady yesterday. I held my breath when it was time for him to put his collar on me. It was a beautiful thin gold band the small padlock was encrusted with diamonds which overall had the same design as the ring Grady put on my finger. The collar fits perfectly on the base of my neck, not too tight but not too loose either.

He finally opened it. I stared at him as he walked back toward me and dropped some things on the bed. There were two pairs of leather cuffs that weren’t attached to each other as each hand and leg had their separate chain. There was also an iron rod on the bed, along with a huge purple dildo. The rise and fall of my chest was heavy but I trusted Damon as he took off my shirt, leaving me naked once again. I trusted him as he handcuffed my hands to the bed and my legs to the rod. “Try to move.” He instructed me.

“We can return, your body was in transition and required the connection to the Sea to complete the change, now that you have embraced her you will be able to occupy the surface once more.” I held him close and showed him how to channel his power so that the sea would deliver us safely to the ship’s deck. The crew was staring at us with a mixture of shock and awe. Cyrell simply smiled warmly at us from his position at the helm. He could recognise that our tether was complete. One by one the crew members started to approach us. They each bowed their heads in respect and congratulated Finn.

“Wise decision Alpha! Guys, have fun killing him!” What? Darren sits on the ground, while the other wolves surround him and start biting him for different parts of his body. “What do you think! what are doing woman! You can’t transform yourself if you have that collar! It was made from silver that comes from a natural cave near the forest of death. No one can remove it without the keys!” They said, then start with laughter. If I find the fool who invented this collar, I swear I’ll beat him to a pulp! I had never heard of this weapon—it is dangerous for other clans! I try to move, but the collar absorbs my strength, preventing me from helping Darren.

Was it ownership? Was Andrei just a sick freak playing dress-up with his human pet? Zane didn’t know. Didn’t care. All he knew was this: He was still here. Still breathing. Still dangerous. He opened the box. The collar gleamed in the dim light. He picked it up. It was colder than the last. Heavier. He held it in his hands like a crown. Then he put it on. Not because he was tamed. But because he wasn’t.

I need him. She nodded. "Yes…I trust you." "Good girl." Damien pulled out several items from a sleek black bag nearby. "These are for control and pleasure, baby. This is called a collar." He fastened a soft leather collar around her neck with a silver ring. "It means you’re mine tonight."

“What kind of toys?” Jackie chuckled. “All right. If the room was properly stocked; two faux leather strip collars, either red or black handcuffs, a black or red blindfold maybe white, a feather, a . . . sling, and a . . . giddy-up harness,” she said sheepishly. Nick chuckled. “Okay, some of that stuff you listed I want details on. What the hell is a giddy-up harness?” Her cheeks flushed. “There padded straps you loop around . . . your partner’s shoulders. They . . . have . . . reins sort of speak.”