Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

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.

If the Collar blinked twice then it meant that it was a lie! “You annoying rabbit!” I snarled, almost rushing to strangle her by the neck. I managed to control my temper as I massaged my temples. “But I was telling the truth,” Ziva replied, with a soft, intimidating voice. A voice that she planned to use to make me believe her, right? Then, I waited for the Collar’s indication eagerly. The Collar blinked twice again! “You lied again,” I yelled as my anger snapped. I threw her off the chair, knowing how crucial the Crystal Moon Guardian was to this pack and how dangerous this world would be if Darwin found the other fragment of the Crystal Moon.

She came back few hours later with two other rogues and what seem like a collar. "I don't trust you so I'll have a collar over your neck. It contains my poison, it will keep your inner wolf paralyzed." She said. "You're really determined." He said. "You have no idea." She said while approaching him. He was taller than she was and with the chains suspending him high, it was almost impossible. She went on her toes biting her lower lip, while slipping the collar his neck. His wolf mumbled stiffs he couldn't hear, a never perceived odor hit his nose and he sniffed even if he didn't want to, with his eyes shut he allowed his Bose to lead him.

“Aiden? I thought I told you to call me Sir.” “Sir.” I breathed out and watched the reaction it had on him. “Good,” Aiden responded. “I want your obedience and your trust. I want to guide you, Diana. Slowly. If you’re willing.” He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it. Inside lay a beautiful collar, it had a delicate silver chain with a small, elegant pendant that looked like a simple teardrop but had a discreet locking mechanism at the back. “This is the first piece,” he said softly. “A collar. Something discreet you can wear under your clothes. A reminder of who you belong to while you work. Will you accept it, Diana?”

I ask. “Yes,” His voice shakes. “Good!” I tug on the chain, the action making the pegs pull towards me. His back arcs and he lets out a guttural groan, his hand inching towards his cock. “Don't even think about it.” I warn, he immediately withdraws his hand. “Liam please” He whines, tears welling in his eyes and dripping down his cheeks. I lift a black rhinestone collar from the kit, clasping it around his neck, the leash dangles from his neck, I wrap it around his neck and pull, he jerks forward following my movement.

I gulped, receiving terrible omen of what he would do to me, but followed the instruction nonetheless. When I was right in front of him, Zayne opened the box. Only to reveal a black leather collar with a golden buckle. As beautiful as it was, all it did was scare me. He couldn’t be serious, right? My eyes went wide, that collar was a leash he bought to tame me. It was going to be a nightmare. “If you want to be my wife,” Zayne whispered, his voice piercing, motioning me with his index finger to lean forward. “You will accept the mark of your owner.”

It was tight, pressing against my skin like a shackle. Panic surged through me. I grabbed the collar, trying to yank it off, but Damien’s voice cut through my panic. "Now, listen to me very carefully," he said, his tone calm—too calm. I froze. My heart pounded against my ribs as I lifted my eyes to meet his. He was watching me with a dark, satisfied smirk. "This isn’t a normal collar," he continued. "I made it with the help of witches, especially for you, Sera." I swallowed hard. Witches? He went to witches for this? "No werewolf can remove it," he said, leaning in slightly. "If any of our kind tries, it will burn their hands—badly." A chill ran through me. Wolfsbane. Silver. My breathing gr