Ass Cleaning Slave Novels & Stories

I said, lowering my head, then I let out a cry of despair, holding out my wrists. The belt landed with a thud. I could feel the burning in my back, but the belt had only been hit on the ground. My tears redoubled. He released the belt and grabbed the chains, which he put around my wrists like handcuffs. The sound of the chains closing on my wrists forced me to resign myself. I was now his thing, his slave. There was no turning back anymore. “Now get in the cage." I tried to get up, but in vain. I couldn't do it.

Yes, senior slaves do oppress and maltreat the lower ones like that. I was shocked when the viper told me to go into Angus' room to pack his clothes and wash. Of course he could not be home since the young masters hated seeing us. They believe we are dirty and stinky and couldn't stand our presence. I couldn't ask her why she had sent me such but I never asked her. I knew it would make her feel good to send a fellow on an errands. When I got into Angus' room, I realised why Lyla had sent me into Angus' room when it would be a pleasure for her to be there herself.

If only she knew how prized a bath was to slaves, she would cherish every bath she took. "Get dressed up and let's get going," Cassie added and I got to dress up in the maid's uniform that had been washed by some other sets of maids. This place was just too good, even as a maid, just imagine how good it feels like to be the alpha in this home, little wonder Alpha Kayden is so arrogant but yet a bit good. "Let's go clean," I said and we both grabbed the cleaning equipment and walked out along with some other maids who were also going to do the cleaning of their assigned areas.

Elena took a long sigh and turned again and said "I am Elena, a slave here" "slave?" He asked in confusion because after Ashton became a king, he made all the slaves into working maids and servants with a regular salary, and no one is allowed to even call themself slaves, so he asked again "when did you come here? and... who is your master?".

But no matter how much I try to stay out of trouble— it just doesn't stay away from me, and somehow I end up getting myself into it; not thoroughly my fault though. Like now. One of the slave jobs I have to do every single fucking day is clean after the packhouse once they are done obliterating it, and trust me when I say it's a very wearying job. Especially when you've never been into cleaning. Regardless, I try my best to do it, knowing I've got no other choice, which is why I was packing the plates, and the cups while they laugh around, and play like it's a special extravaganza. Until this bastard of a man that stands before me at the moment grabbed my ass, and all hell went loose.

Within a short amount of time, both of the young women arrived at their orgasmic states, and during that time, they were wailing and groaning loudly. After that, the woman in charge of the household instructed her slaves to wash themselves by giving them the order to do so. Before sending them back to work, she first made sure that they washed their bodies thoroughly and then gave them instructions to change into clean clothes. She couldn't help but look adoringly at her most recent triumph as the others left, leaving the three of them alone for the first time in quite some time. "So, how does it feel to be mine?" she inquired in a cooing voice. To be used and abused like a child's toy? to a

He knew he didn’t have much time to live anymore, he had to do things right. Ashier cleared his throat, “There has been a misunderstanding my people,” he spoke, “The slave and I are in no relationship or situation of any sort. The slave happens to be my personal slave and she passed out during one of our rounds around the palace,” Ashier stopped and looked at their faces again, hoping they were buying his lie, “I couldn’t let her die just like that because she had been serving me diligently, so I took her to the physician.” He concluded.

The door to the office starts to open and I turn to meet a girl about my age coming in “Sorry, I thought the Alpha had left” “Its fine, you can come in, I am Daryl’s mate” The young girl smiles at me “You must be Luna Ashley, its lovely to meet you” I noticed that she was carrying a tray of cleaning supplies and that her clothes were grubby and she had what looked like soot on her face “Are you a slave?” If she was then I was going to be so angry with Christian “Oh no” she looks down at her clothes “No, my job is cleaning, its easier if I wear something like this” She smiles and pulls out a rag and begins cleaning, leaving the door open behind her.

ELEANOR “You are on kitchen duties, meaning you have to wash the dishes, clean the floors, and make sure it's sparkling clean, then, you join the other slaves in cleaning the alpha's section, after which you will hand wash the alpha's clothes, then join them in the kitchen to prepare the dishes or assist the others if need be. Also, remember to always be on standby just Incase the Alpha has a need for you. Is that clear?” The head of slaves asks, waiting for an answer, having finished listing all the chores that were assigned to me as my mouth drops open in awe.

“I don’t want to go back there. Please, I'll do anything for you. I’ll be your slave, your toy, your property…anything! Just tell me!” “You can own me, use me, keep me locked in a fucking cage if that’s what you want. Just please don't send me back.” For a moment he didn’t blink,.didn’t move. His fury radiated from him like heat off a burning building. "You think spreading your legs will make things right? You think offering yourself is enough to fix this war you have started?” “But you're powerful and influential, Aziel King. You can protect me. You can end this. And I'll do anything for it. I'll be your...your slave, your sex partner, whatever you want, whenever you want. Just...please.”