However, she removes his slave collar and tells him he is free.

I looked away from him to pick up the slave collar again and fiddle with it.

Then, before I could move, he touched the sword point to my slave collar.

She was not wearing a slave collar, but then none of those around us were, either.

She'd put a slave collar around your neck again the moment she had the chance.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw he wasn't wearing his slave collar.

The wenches now safely back in their slave collars as was proper!

She had once been my "property" and had worn the slave collar.

The gold of her slave collar gleaming there in the light from the stern windows.

It made his neck feel tight, like wearing a slave collar two sizes too small.