Book Slave Novels & Stories

I said. I picked up the collar from the table and showed it to Julia. I hooked the medallion on the collar, white side out. "Read it," I ordered. "Scott's Sex Slave, Master," she read. "I will be yours, Master, your sex slave." "You read some of John Norman's Gor books. Do you recall what a white silk slave is?" "A slave who may only please someone with her mouth and hands. Anything below her waist is forbidden to others. Usually, it's because she's a virgin and her virginity is being saved for her first purchase by a new owner."

I'm afraid that the more I say the word *master* the more I get used to it. "Yes, this is another gift for your slave." He stretched a gift wrapped in bright pink wrapping paper. I walked over to where he was, and took the gift from him. I grimaced staring at the box, merely looking at the colour of the wrapping paper, I could tell this gift isn't something I would appreciate. "Well... Open it." He becokned on me with his hand. I sighed then unwrapped the gift, a book was actually in it. I read the title of the book, *50 ways, a slave could serve her master* what in the world is this.

Clive blurted out. "Aren't we going to be lost here?" Celeste muttered too. "Hahaha. You two are funny! Of course not, we will be staying in one villa only. Mr. L.A. will meet us at the main house first." Professor Torrez laughed mockingly at them. "You seem to know this Mr. L.A. very well Professor Torrez. Do you know him already?" Clive asked curiously. "Indeed! Of course I know Mr. L.A. He's the one who paid for my studies. He sponsored everything, from lodging, allowance and tuition fees. Even my books and school things are bought by him. He chooses his scholars very well." Professor Torrez declared.

Not even a word did he say. Nina heaved a sigh and got down from the bed to go take a bath. Stacey walked back to the door. She wanted to hit Nina so bad. She could hear their moans when she stood at the door. "I really need to teach her a lesson." She thought. Jericho is having another slave. Not even a common slave but sex slave. She didn't want to create any scene now so she walked back into her room. She's the green snake under the green grass. She, stacey knows what to do.

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

The blast of arousal that floods my panties had me momentarily stunned before the words he spoke slowly started to sink in. Did he just call me his slave? Anger burns away any lingering arousal that is left behind from the drop dead gorgeous vampire, causing me to see red when I turn to look at him. “I am not a slave.” I tell him, giving him my best glare that I can come up with. There is no way that I am going to allow this drop dead gorgeous, well…dead guy…take me back to his home to become his slave. I thought he was there to save me from being sold as a vampire’s slave, not take me home to be his own. There has to be something I can do to get out of this situation that I have found mysel

This was my Plan B. I told Tina, "The rules for being a slave are simple, but like the rules of chess the implications are not. The first rule is that you must obey my every command without hesitation. The second rule is that you must never wear underwear unless I specifically tell you to. The third rule is that you must never allow yourself to orgasm unless I give you permission. The fourth and last rule is that you must always refer to me as 'Master' or 'Sir'. For the next two weeks you will follow these rules. All violations will be met with punishment." "I understand, Sir," Tina replied.

The Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.

I hated her voice, her face, her being, and every damn thing about her. I exhaled quietly and held my nose in the air like the Luna that I was. I didn’t hide my disgust. The earlier she knew how much she irritated me, the earlier she would know her place, which is under my foot! “What is a slave doing in an archive meant for royalties?” My voice was sharp; I expected it to make her flinch, but it didn’t. “Strange… I always thought this archive was meant for royalties and scholars. Yet, here you are, a slave, browsing through it like one of us.”

He hadn't heard him or sensed him come so close and ice froze his spine. "I am a God. I am served. If you do as I bid your reward will consequently be far greater than what any pesky spirit can provide. If you don't then I will hasten your death." "I wasn't complaining!" Kyle scooted back "this is just strange, OK? We don't do slaves anymore, the police do you for it! Human rights and all that crap." "Slaves in my day were well kept," Babi snorted "it meant food and a home and a lot preferred it. Better if you had a soft master. Mine worked, they worked hard and toiled furiously, but they were given more than they needed."