Scorns True Collars
"let me explain, inside this box is what's known as rumag collars." he delicately lifted the lid of the box, revealing two exquisite red collars nestled within. the deep red color glinted in the faint light, hinting at its true potential.
Red Leather Collar
#1 of red leather collar a short story i wrote as an entry to idontwantobeheretoo's bdsm ych contest this was kind of a personal challenge for a few reasons.
Collar of the Wild 1
#1 of collar of the wild collar of the wild written by leo_todrius commissioned by nuwisha55 collar of the wild written by leo\_todrius commissioned by nuwisha55 water cascaded down throughout the green house, pouring from hanging plants,
Collar of the Wild 3
#3 of collar of the wild collar of the wild 3 written by leo_todrius commissioned by nuwisha collar of the wild 3 written by leo\_todrius commissioned by nuwisha a soft and gentle 'shplort' sound came from victor's shoes with each step along the
A Collar of His Own
Because today was a special day, he was going to get a collar. and not just any collar. mastr had started out making all manner of sex toys. but now they specialized in only the most high tech, cutting edge toys.
Collar of the Wild 2
#2 of collar of the wild collar of the wild 2 written by leo_todrius commissioned by nuwisha collar of the wild 2 written by leo_todrius commissioned by nuwisha collar of the wild 2 written by leo\_todrius commissioned by nuwisha reflections
ToLaD: Chapter 10: Goodbyes
And the collar was placed back on braedon without the black fox's knowledge. again.
The Encounter
I have to confess to well being a little more mandane a white german shepherd, and yes before you ask i do love wearing collars.
The Wrong Cruise Part 1
| | i do agree and understand that wearing a black collar shall designate me as | a tier iii guest which grants me none of the privileges granted to tier ii | guests (silver collars), or tier i guests (non-collared).
Bad Girl
She cackled and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him over to the bed and throwing the femsuit lombax onto the bed, slowly crawling up his body and straddling his waist.
TF story
- "it's not a belt, it's a collar, your collar." for a few seconds, a veil of silence gazed down and covered them. -what??? what does that mean, that i'm a sort of pet?
Of huskies and dreams
In it was an old collar, of a dull brown color, the marking of time clearly visible on it. it wasn't any old collar; it was the same that was on his husky, before she passed away.