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What says love between a dom and a sub better than a hand–picked collar? Not a darned thing, which is why Toy Box: Collar is such a hot read! In Beloved, by Zoe Nichols, Hohru has spent the last five years becoming the ultimate sub. Which is why is master, Lucian, wants to give him a new collar. Has Hohru earned it?
Chris has been fantasizing about a dog collar in Allison Payne's Stay. When he buys the collar and brings it home, Sam likes it, and they end up picking out a leash together Will the collar become a permanent part of their lives? Finally, in Master Preston's Bright Bottom, by Lee Benoit, Paulo has been thinking about his scene with Master Rose for a long while. He's determined to become a part of the retired dom's life, but will all of his work be enough to get him the collar he dreams of? Buckle up for one hot ride!
Excerpt:
Stay
By Allison Payne
Sometimes on my day off, I like to go to the pet supply store. I walk past the food, and the cages and the beds, heading directly for the collars and leashes. They are all lined up, hanging in straight, even rows. The ones made from nylon are displayed first. They come in so many colors, all of them glossy and smooth. Those aren’t the ones I’m interested in, though. The ones that interest me are the chain ones. Their silver links fit together perfectly, one after another, row after row. I could stand in front of those chains for hours if the store clerks would let me, if they didn’t get suspicious and try to ‘help’ me. I run my hand over the chain collars, letting them slide between my fingers. I tug at them gently, testing their strength.
“May I help you?” A teenage girl in a crisp blue vest is smiling at me brightly. She startled me; I didn’t see her coming. We look to be about the same age and when I glance over at her I can tell she likes me. Fuck. It’s too early. They usually leave you alone for a while if it looks like you’re checking things out. Her schoolgirl crush is ruining this for me.
“No, I’m all right. Just looking.” I let a smooth choke chain run through my fingers.
“Oh, okay. Well, what kind of a dog do you have? Because these come in a lot of different sizes. It can be kind of hard to tell what will fit just by looking at them.” I don’t have a dog.
“Umm...” There’s a picture with a lot of different kinds of dogs on the display behind her. “A Rotweiler, I have a Rotweiler.”
“Oh, I love Rotweilers! What’s his name?” God, go away.
“George.” George? No one names their dog George. Jesus.
“That is so cute. I’d love to meet him. You should bring him in. They let you bring your pets in here you know.”
“Uh yeah, maybe... so um, which one do you think would fit him? He’s got a really big neck.”
“Well, let’s see.” She starts shifting through the chains, holding them up to check their length. When she gets to the second biggest one, she stops. “I’d get this one just to be safe. It’s okay if it’s a little too big, but if it’s too small, it won’t fit over his head.” She holds the collar up by the two, large, metal loops on either side, stretching it out.
“Hmm, well, he’s got a really big head. You think this one will fit?” I reach out and take the collar from her hands. It is heavy and the silver metal shines brightly under the florescent lights. The links are so much bigger than the ones on the smaller sizes. My stomach tickles a little bit.
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