Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

Chloe giggled, “I for one slept soundly last night, knowing that you were curled up beside my bedside like an injured fucking dog…Oh, did you find my present for you?” Aurora touched her neck and felt something cold like steel against her skin. “…A collar?” she asked in a hoarse voice. The smile on Chloe’s lips grew wider as she replied, “Not just any collar, my dear. A very high-techy collar with a microbomb implanted in it. Wendy, why don’t you loosen her up and let her take a look at that in the mirror?” Wendy carefully approached Aurora and untied those ropes that bound her hands and feet.

Now he was getting ready to eat it. His men attached dog collars to our necks that were normally used for training the animals they were put on. They gave us both a little zap to show us how they worked. Our bodies jolted, and I felt sorry for every dog that was ever trained with one. They could turn the voltage higher, if we caused any trouble for them. I had already lost count of how many times I have been zapped. I cringe every time the electricity engages, I have learned the sound well by now.

Permanent. "A new collar," he whispered in her ear. Amused. Pleased. "Beautiful, isn't it? Everyone will see it. Admire it. Think it's just jewelry. A gift from a husband to his wife. But we'll know. You'll know. Every time you touch it. Every time you see it in the mirror. You'll remember. What it really is. Who you really belong to." She touched it. The pendant. Sleek. Solid. The GPS tracker hidden inside. Her leash made elegant. Her freedom measured in signals and satellites. Her collar disguised as a gift.

“Isn’t that a dog collar? How are we to keep track of her with a dog collar on? Is she going to be on a leash? I don’t see any trackers.” “I got it from Emily’s toy box a while ago. It has a GPS tracking system, it’s just super small, and the collar is not so easy to remove,” he clarifies, attempting to make his case. “You mean its click-on buckle is really that difficult to remove? I guess since a dog can’t remove it, Luna Barbara here won’t be able to remove it either. She does seem like a bitch. I’m waiting for a hidden camera crew to jump out and yell, ‘Cut, you’ve just been pranked.’” I don’t bother to mask the sarcasm in my voice.

“Tristan said anyone from that shithole Emerald Howl Pack is a potential criminal, unfit for important positions. Oh, and to prevent us from ‘committing crimes,’ he made us all wear this—” Trent pulled down his collar, revealing a shock collar around his neck. It was used to prevent werewolves from shifting. Fury surged through me, and I snapped, “How dare they!!!”

He gritted, staring around the parking lot for any threat. "We can't get rid of this. It's better to leave now and get rid of it later, I just hope it won't electrocute you to death." She stepped out shakily and he slammed the car door shut. "What do you mean?" "It's a freaking collar, Ava. They are designed to keep the prey in check and inside the borders. If the prey tries to leave, and the distance is out of the perimeter set on the collar, the person is electrocuted to death." He gritted and her heart scrambled to her mouth.

I squint. A collar? What on earth does he need a collar for? He clasped it around her neck and pressed a button and her body starts convulsing. “What is that?” “Shocker collar,” Chubby said. He released the button and she sucked in a Shaky breath. He walks back to another dresser and grabs something small. I couldn't see what it was as he folded it into his palm. Chubby and glasses rub their hands together and anticipation. “I love when he uses the nipple clamps,” Glasses said, and chubby nods.

One of them is holding something, a small black device I can't quite make out. "She's been trained well," one of them says, his voice devoid of emotion. "But the real test is coming." Derek grins, unclipping the leash but leaving the collar in place. "She's ready." The guy with the device steps forward, and I see what it is, a remote control. He presses a button, and the collar around my neck vibrates, sending a shock through my body. "That's better," he says, kneeling beside me. "Now you're going to learn what it really means to be owned."

He stood naked and vulnerable before the two dominants, his cock already hardening at the thought of what was to come. Smasha sauntered over to the bed, where she had laid out an assortment of toys and implements. She picked up a leather collar and approached Tandy, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Kneel," she growled, snapping the collar around his neck. Tandy sank to his knees, his head bowed in submission. Zane grabbed a fistful of Tandy's hair, yanking his head back roughly. "Look at me," Zane demanded. "I want to see the fear and excitement in your eyes."