#slave collar
Genderswap Han Solo and Slave Leia cosplay
Han: @america_young on Instagram
Leia:@dovemeir on Instagram
He’d been thrilled when she suggested a joint cosplay - even more interested when she told him what she had in mind… unfortunately there was one detail she neglected to tell him…
Embarrassing as it was, he had to admit he was starting to get quite excited at all the attention he’d been getting at the convention hall… which of course presented its own set of awkward problems for his costume…
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When I dream of having a slave of my own, and when I dream of collaring her I usually imagine something a little thicker and more substantial than this. I really enjoy the thought of permanently welding it closed around her pretty little throat. (There are significant practical concerns around that, I know.)
But I also like the idea of spoiling my slave with many many collars for every possible occasion. she would not be allowed to change the collars herself of course. she would need Me to do that for her. Each change of the collar would be a tiny little ceremony reinforcing her status as my treasured property. And I could easily see something like this being an everyday, out in the world sort of collar. Something that the vanillas could convince themselves was just a piece of jewelry, but is still plainly a collar. Something comfortable to wear yet still snug enough around her throat to provide her a comforting reminder throughout the day that whatever she might be doing, she is still Mine. something pretty and delicate, just like her.
When I dream of having a slave of my own, and when I dream of collaring her I usually imagine something a little thicker and more substantial than this. I really enjoy the thought of permanently welding it closed around her pretty little throat. (There are significant practical concerns around that, I know.)
But I also like the idea of spoiling my slave with many many collars for every possible occasion. she would not be allowed to change the collars herself of course. she would need Me to do that for her. Each change of the collar would be a tiny little ceremony reinforcing her status as my treasured property. And I could easily see something like this being an everyday, out in the world sort of collar. Something that the vanillas could convince themselves was just a piece of jewelry, but is still plainly a collar. Something comfortable to wear yet still snug enough around her throat to provide her a comforting reminder throughout the day that whatever she might be doing, she is still Mine. something pretty and delicate, just like her.
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@ghoultober day 5: Prison
“I remember those people. I remember their big armors and their hatred for our kind. They captured a bunch of us and locked us into cages like animals in a zoo. Never chat with us, but always loud when talking to each others. I could hear them talking about the collar. A device they had just found that could explode on command with a signal or whatever. I don’t know how it works exactly. We were their test subjects… I saw the ghouls in my cage… Falling on the ground, headless, spreading that gross mashed flesh and the blood… so much blood. I guess I was the lucky one. The collar I was granted was defective. It short circuited, melted on my neck and burned me. But I was still alive and the collar couldn’t hurt me more. I took advantage of my luck and escaped. This collar will be an eternal souvenir.”
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