Ass Cleaning Slave Novels & Stories

Once, I asked him to drive me out for the day, and he rammed the car straight into a guardrail. After he finally got me out, he looked guilty and explained, "Sienna, it's probably impurity buildup from too much contact. It's throwing off my arousal threshold and causing faults." "Let's keep our distance for a while. I can't keep up with your needs anymore." I actually felt guilty, deciding I was just too possessive and that I was dragging him down. Until one day, I caught a livestream from my housekeeper, Vivian Shaw. "Okay, girls, time to live like the rich. Let's try out the boss's top-of-the-line robot."

The fabric was so thin it might as well have been air and it barely covered anything important. The dress they forced on me was cut low in front and high on the sides and every movement threatened to expose more skin than I could bear to show. The other slaves looked just as miserable in their matching outfits and we all understood the message these clothes sent. We were not people but decorations meant to make the wolves feel superior. "Remember the rules." The head guard said as servants painted our faces and fixed our hair which in my case meant rubbing more ash into the white strands that kept trying to show through the black dye.

When the door opened, she was shocked to see the slave. Delaney didn't know why she was feeling threatened by the stunning lady she saw. She was very beautiful, more than the other slaves, more than her..

He smiled before he disappeared like a mist of black smoke without even waiting for her response. She was dumbfounded for a moment but then the man's threats found her and she was immediately cleaning herself. She wore the dress that Henrietta brought and she hated it. She hated the slit on both thighs and the sweeping v-line that exposed the sides of her breasts. It was a dress that leaves nothing for the imagination—especially that it was almost see through.

I could sense the hurt in her tone, but it didn't move me. “Why should I leave my slave alone? You're mine to use and dump whenever I feel like. You're nothing but a toy to me, a pleasure providing instrument and most especially, a slave,” I smirked as I watched tears roll down her eyes. “Now, get your pathetic ass up, go to your quarters and change your clothes then come back here, so I can take you to where you'll be taught a few lessons.” I ordered and left for the bathroom.

I haven't had any conversation except when I screamed in pain. I whined at the memories clouding my head. "You were a slave before coming here? I should have noticed, your wrist has shackles marks. Your ankles too." Lana pointed and I looked at my wrist, they were badly bruised, turning a deep shade of purple and I glanced at the marks on my ankles. They were fading a tiny bit. "The Alpha has never had a slave before. So don't think you're a slave here. You're a maid and there's a huge difference between the two."

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

Celeste smiled sarcastically as she turned her back to leave and as soon as she left, Clive locked the door. 'She has never changed.' as Clive lets out a sigh of relief. Clive started unbuttoning his long sleeved shirt and wiped sweat all over. He don't know if this sweat is still the sweat from the emergency situation or because of Celeste's presence a moment ago. When he was done, he immediately fixed his self and went out of the bathroom. "Oh! Finally, you are done, Dr. Aster! What took you so long? "It is hard to reach up to my back. But I've managed it already."

In this life, looking at him made me feel like a rabbit watching a wolf circle closer. I watched him reach for a knife, and my eyes locked on the weapon hungrily. Then I forced myself to look away before he caught me staring. “How is the place so clean?” I asked, genuinely curious. “I noticed the bedroom too.” If I confirmed that there were other slaves, I could start making plans. He glanced up from the chopping board. “The housekeeper comes once a week.” Then, almost as an afterthought: “Don’t get your hopes up. She’ll never help you.”

“Serena.” It's Tristan. Of course. He storms in behind Thorne like he owns the damn room. His eyes flick to Thorne, and then back to me with that same old disgust curling on his lips. “You were supposed to clean the eastern baths this evening. They reek of wolf sweat,” he says coldly, his arms folding. I stammer, “I—I forgot. I’m sorry, I’ll get to it now—” Thorne’s jaw ticks, but he says nothing. He turns his back and walks out.