Zootopia Taming Collar นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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.”

She had simply nodded, tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth in a way that always makes him horny. He pats his jacket pocket, making sure that it is still there, despite checking it only five minutes ago. He is a little nervous about offering his gift to Liv, though he does not doubt that she won't turn him down. But it took him ages to find the right collar for her and he hopes that she will love it as much as he does. The collar is actually a long chain made of platinum with a small loop at the end. The other end of the chain is fed through the loop and then a beautiful heart-shaped lock is clipped on the end to stop the necklace from coming undone. It is a discreet version of a slave c

position. He studied me with critical eyes. "This is your presentation position. When I tell you to present, this is how you kneel. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Good." He walked to the cabinet, returning with a leather collar—thicker and more elaborate than the one from last night, with a silver ring and tiny diamonds embedded in the leather. "This collar means you belong to me. That you've surrendered your body, your pleasure, your submission to my control. It doesn't come off except when I remove it. Do you accept?" My heart raced. This felt ceremonial. Important. "Yes, Sir. I accept." He fastened it around my throat, and the weight of it settled something inside me. Made me feel claimed. Ow

"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.

He was going to be her good boy. Melody came back to him, smiling brightly, holding a bright pink nylon leash, and a matching collar. With a bell, With an actual fucking bell, that jingled with every motion made, almost with every breath. Melody clicked the leash to his new collar. "On all fours, we need to relocate." She said, in that tone that was making his belly tighten with arousal without even being touched. Fuck the things Melody made him feel.