Novel & Cerita Ass Cleaning Slave

Smiling at that unrealistic thought, I quickly hung the sheets on the hanging line and returned to the house and mopped the whole room. Happy with my hard work that I had already forgotten where I was, I walked to the massive bathroom and cleaned it too. I made sure to clean even his jacuzzi even though I didn't like him, but he was still my master. Was I now a real slave? Sighing at the hard reality, I continued working on his jacuzzi while praying that he wouldn't start to abuse, beat me or rape me as all masters did to their slave. Slaves were the lowest rank in a werewolf world.

I am 妃妃, a 19-year-old Chinese girl, and I am the slave of my master. My life revolves around serving him, fulfilling his every desire, no matter how depraved. Today, I wake up early to prepare for another day of service. Master is a powerful businessman, and I am his personal assistant. But in private, I am his obedient slave, ready to cater to his every whim. I arrive at his office, wearing a tight-fitting maid uniform that accentuates my curves. I kneel before him, my head bowed in submission.

Angelo A sinister smile curled on my lips as I saw the fear in her eyes, just as I desired. I was a man in control, and no one defied me. "Clean yourself up and get ready to join the maids." I declared. Alessia's shocked expression clouded her eyes and she stuttered "M...aids?" I cast a cold look at her and affirmed, "Yes, from today, you'll be my maid and also my sex slave." She should prepare herself to serve me. Mercilessly.

"Yes, Master." "Good today you will put in your two-week notice. You are quitting. We don't need the money anymore and you have a new job and role in our house. You are now the first of the house slaves. Your job is to make sure that all future slaves keep our home clean and tidy. On top of that you will make sure that each of my wives and slaves are eating healthy and staying fit. You will oversee their physical health and make sure they can get to any medical appointments needed. In public you are still my mother and will act accordingly and call me by my name. However, in this house you will wear the appropriate outfit of my first house slave. A dress when outsiders are here but never pan

Elora headed outside, looking around the corridor for a slave to ask some questions, and luckily, she saw one heading her way and quickly approached her. " Hi, please excuse me." The slave halted her steps upon her call, " is anything the problem?" the slave who seemed older asked, " Sorry for bothering you, I just wanted to ask some questions," " Okay," she nodded her to proceed, " Did someone clean the Alpha's room?" " Which of the Alphas?" " Alpha Larsen," " No," " No? But it was totally clean," " No one cleans the room, his room is always clean, our job is just to make sure there isn't dust of any kind,"

I heard one of the girls say that it was a form of punishment. After cleaning the room I began to make my way back downstairs to get my next assignment. This is my everyday life now. I woke up early in the morning to clean the rooms and sanitize the “tools”. After every room is prepped the cleaning slave are chained in the dungeons and typically kept out of sight and only brought out to clean the rooms. And that is how it happened.

Ashley’s POV I step into the grand palace hall, and a smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I absorb the scene unfolding before me. The hardworking slaves move with agile hands, diligently scrubbing every corner and crevice. Their swift motions bring the hall to life, and the gleaming surfaces reflect their meticulous efforts. A sense of purity and serenity fills the air, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace.

Everything was back on the counter and the smell of disinfectant tainted the air. When she saw me, she quickly got into Nadu position on the floor. She was a slave in this room, so it must have been instinctive. "What are you doing, Slave?" "Cleaning, Master." she kept her head bowed as she spoke, her voice almost a whisper.. "You said you think while you clean. What are you thinking about?" I wanted that answer badly. "The scene from last night, Master." "What about it?" She was usually more forthcoming. This was a frustrating conversation.

“What is it?” “When you leave, remember to lock the door for me!” William: “Oh? Okay!” After Dave went upstairs, William heard the master bedroom door close. He stood up with a dark expression and walked to the bathroom. Dave was a very clean man who changed clothes several times a day. Pushing open the bathroom door, William rummaged through the laundry basket until he found Dave’s underwear. He took it and put it in an empty plastic bag.

It’s like my lungs are on fire as I struggle for fresh air. “You will wear this until I say so. Maybe next time you will speak up when you notice a slave trying to run away. Now leave.” I stand and rush back inside. Tears staining my cheeks at the pain. Ashley and Samantha find me cleaning a bathroom and they rush to my side. Ashley goes to remove the rag but pulls back as it burns her. I shake my head at her as she reaches for it again. I push them to finish their chores before we head back to the basement at the end of the day.