Bdsm Master And Slave Novels & Stories

Pleasure burned through me - raw and wild - until I couldn’t tell where I ended and my lover began. It was too much. Too perfect. Too And then his body shifted just as I arched and surrendered to the peak of his touch. He shivered but not the human kind. A ripple, bones cracking, muscles snapping and twisting beneath the skin like smoke bending. Flesh rippled. Hands shrank. Nails thickened into claws. He jerked forward and the thickest fur started to spread over flesh. I just... Froze. He looked like something let loose from hell. “What in the..!” I gasped, choking on my own breath. I closed and opened my eyes - and found himself looking into the amber gaze of a dog.

He moved so fast, my brain didn't seem to catch up until I was pressed against him, his one hand entwined in my hair as he forced me to look into his eyes - those dark rimmed, forest green eyes - while his other hand cupped my backside, lifting me so that I was forced to stand on my tiptoes. "I may not be your alpha, cara mia, but I am your master and you will obey me until you pay back what you owe me," he said slowly, enunciating each word carefully as if he were fighting his wolf for control. "Until that day, you are mine and mine alone."

"So, Charlotte, what do you think? Two out-and-out Doms and your Lover?" Before I can answer, my Master breaks in. "Charlotte, are you ready to oblige your cousin? Beth would like a show." Arousal thrills through me. My Master already bulges in his trunks. Richard too. Noticeably, he shares my Master's expression of apparent severity. I'm not fooled. They're both enjoying this. Michael is well ahead of them, his erection already at full mast. I know that there were times, when we first knew each other, that he was reluctant to 'share' me. Apparently, Richard is an exception to this.

Slowly I open my eyes again. She looks at me with a desperation in her eyes. "May I do it now, my Master." "Yes, my beloved, I am yours now." She runs her lips over the sensitive skin of my neck, slowly building the anticipation for what is to come. I feel her hot breath against my skin as she finally opens her mouth and sinks her teeth into my neck. She nestles in deeply and draws hard to ensure that she leaves her mark. As she continues, my own craving drives me to once more slip my fangs into her. Licked with lust and desire, we reach a shattering high, unable to control the tension no longer; I release in a growl, she soon follows with a loud moan.

“As much you hate it, Omegas are the lowest of the hierarchy. You know this. We are somehow created to be under those who are higher than us. Alphas and Betas alike, they have the inborn mentality that we are nothing but the sex-slaved child bearer they can have at their disposal.” That alone triggers way deeper inside him. But this time, more on the hatred towards these scumbags and not to himself. “But remember, we are not just Omegas. You are not just an Omega.” He breathes deeply and tries to absorb that but fails miserably. “How can you say that when you just pointed out everyone's mentality about us?” “Have you ever lost control of your beliefs during sex?” That made him gulp. “A-As mu

he countered. "There is no way to show you without a doubt, but if I could do anything to gain your trust it would be this" and she pulled a glowing blue dagger from its hidden sheath and handed it to him. He immediately knew it to be Veritás, Retribution’s enchanted blade. She then put her hand over his and placed her other on the blade. As quickly as lightning, she had sliced her hand and said, "I bind myself to you for the duration of this contract. I will give my life to save yours and to avenge it if I cannot prevent your demise." "That is the first part of the binding of an apprentice to the master. I have not agreed to let you live, let alone train you in anything!"

A NEW BEGINNING. The next morning, Cassandra awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. She stretched languidly, her muscles deliciously sore from the night before. Beside her, Chad slept peacefully, his face relaxed and serene in the early morning light. Cassandra smiled, her heart swelling with love and gratitude for the man lying next to her. She couldn't believe how far they had come in such a short time - from their first hesitant explorations into BDSM to the deep, abiding love they now shared. It felt like a dream, and yet here she was, living it every day.

"In my experience, Brianna would not punish you as often. If you're the type who craves the occasional whipping or spanking, you may need to request it. Because she has so many, she cannot give as much attention to each slave. She tends to give them lots of freedom as a result, allowing them to seek the company of others for their pleasure. You have a wide cornucopia of women to choose from on the estate and may be able to meet and fuck others off it. "We had an experience at a BDSM club before Lisa's slavery started. Master insisted she undergo slave training first as she hadn't dreamt of being a slave before she witnessed my slavery. It is my impression from the club, there are some Domina

The slave's rules and expectations: written by The Dominant specifically for The Slave -You will do as I say without hesitation -You will do everything in your power to obey me -You do not touch me without my explicit consent -You do not masturbate or cum without my permission, I am in charge of your pleasure and I may choose to give you it or not at any time -You do not speak without being spoken to first (during any bdsm activity, in public this does not apply) -You will call me Master and nothing else unless we are in public -You are my property now, I can do whatever I want to you unless you need to safeword -I will not remind you of your safewords so know you can always use them. If you

She stare at Master Damien's bareback licking her lips and hoping she could run her hands through his smooth toned skin. If only he could allow her to touch him even if it was only once, she would do a lot of roaming on his marvelous skin but no, the master would never allow any of his slaves to touch him when he's on top of them. If by mistake your hands get to touch him, severe punishment awaits you immediately and he wouldn't hesitate to call the guards who would drag you out of the bed and straight to the torture room. She was still lost in her fantasy world when the Master's voice brought her back from her daydream.