Bdsm Master And Slave Novels & Stories

Sarah asked. "Please, Mistress. I am a needy slave." She had me stand next to her chair while she finger fucked me to orgasm, my knees bending when my spasms came, so intense were they. She was a graduate of Mistress Dark's training. I'm sure she learned to please both men and women while a slave and Mistress. "It's time for bed," Master said. What he meant was it was time for sex. Bed was only the location we were having the sex. Our two dominants led their slaves to the super bed on the floor. Master had Lisa get the toy Sarah would be using and some lubricant as the toy was large.

He said rubbing my back soothingly. "Hmm. I was thinking maybe we should start a little training on the dbms thing you were talking about" I said kissing his neck. He breathed out and chuckled. "It's bdsm. You wanna train?" He asked surprised as his hands groped my ass grinding me against him. I moaned softly against his ear. "Yes. Not the extreme controlling part. Just the sex and punishing part. I don't want to be calling you freaking Master" I said licking below his ear "Call me sir then. Or daddy" He whispered in my ear. I shivered as he licked the shell of my ear

My legs splayed out, one resting on the top of the couch and the other firmly planted on the floor. I slid my fingers down to my pussy. One finger entered my folds before rubbing my warm juices on my clit. My other hand went to my breast and began to massage it. “Your body is mine to do with as I please, Marissa. From now on, I will only call you Slave, because that’s what you will be.” His words ran over my body before reaching my ears, leaving heat in their wake. My cunt started to swell as I opened my eyes and stared at the man who was now my Master.

You had secured a space on his bed. She wanted that badly. She wanted to know how fucking The Master felt like. She wanted to get a taste of the excitement, the ecstasy. Given the manner the slave girl, and the women he occasionally came home with screamed all sorts of obscenities, it was undoubtedly true that the fuck was good. Master was a sex god.

In the first room, a leather-clad Domme cracked a whip toward a male submissive who was bent over and restrained in old-fashioned stocks. Scott glanced at Jade, who kept her eyes downcast. With a hand on the small of her back, he continued forward to the next room. There, a bare-chested Master Dominant in leather pants was just fastening a nude female slave, spread eagle, to a St. Andrews Cross.

I have to admit that he's an imposing figure, with his wide chest and impossibly long frame. He stoops down and grabs the woman's chin, forcing her to face him. "I am Desmond Stewart and I am your master. From now on, until I free you from this bind, your will is no longer your own. You will forget everything that happens and your mind will be clear of any words, thoughts, desires, or feelings." He is glamoring her, and I am very confused. Aren't vampires limited to one attendant each by law? The woman's eyes seem to focus and unfocus, and a few seconds later, she smiles at him.

“Just eat your meal, Austin, I said. After eating, I romantically held his hands and walked up the stairs with him, I needed to be romantic and seduce him to get what I want. Austin looks so surprised by my sudden move, I pulled him into our room and closed the door, I turned Austin towards me and kissed him passionately. We both fell onto the bed, his mouth moving hungrily over mine, he pushed me to lay on the bed and began kissing my neck, he slowly removed his hand from my breast and placed it on my hip, but I stopped him and his expression changed instantly. “What's wrong, why did you stop me?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows, concern laced his voice. I took a deep breath, looked him in

Women definitely watched him with hungry eyes full of need and desire but it takes more than a pretty face to catch his attention. People often made the mistake of believing Dominance was loud. Master Steele proved otherwise. His authority lived in restraint. In patience. In the dangerous calm behind His silver eyes. To those privileged enough to know Him, He was a Master in every sense of the word — respected, feared, desired. A man who understood the intricate dance between control and trust better than most understood themselves. BDSM was not a hobby to Him. It was culture. Psychology. Ritual. Art. And Fantasy was His masterpiece.

She called out in a barely perceptible whisper, "Young Master? Have you drifted off?" Receiving absolutely no verbal response, she confirmed that Dastan was profoundly asleep. Moza stared down at his peaceful features. She hadn't anticipated in her wildest dreams that she would achieve such a deep level of domestic intimacy with the First Young Master of the Limantara empire—as if they were an authentic husband and wife sharing a private sanctuary. In this quiet state, Dastan looked breathtakingly handsome and entirely devoid of danger. In fact, his genetic blueprint felt like a flawless match for Kayden.

“Got it?” “Yes, alpha.” I nodded, even though I didn't know what he meant by using it on an empty stomach. Will I die if I try it? Or pass out? “Get out… the mistress should be waiting, and learn to know your boundaries too.” My fingers curled into a fist. I knew he was talking about Camila. “I've not eaten anything. I'm so weak.” I managed to say to him. He chuckled, “You still don't know what being a slave means?” Then he pulled away his body from the couch and strode towards me. “This is just the beginning of your torture.”