Couples Foot Slave Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that. It would be infidelity to my wife. If you want someone to fuck you, it will either be a woman with a strap-on or one of the other guys." "What are you talking about? You've fucked at least six other women I know of, including your next door neighbor." "They're all slaves. Julia and I came to an agreement that what she does as a slave and what I do as a Master with other slaves, doesn't really have anything to do with our marriage. Fucking you doesn't fit that description. You're not a slave. If I fuck you, what's to stop me from fucking you at any other time we decide to? If when her slavery ends, Julia decides to keep fucking the poker group, do we even have

At his command, I’ll jump on him and show him just why I'm the bad guy. “You’re no longer my client, Nora.” He presses forward. “You’re my slave. My pretty dirty slave.” I shut my eyes, enjoying a good humiliation. “Yes, master.” When my eyes flash open, he’s smiling. Eyes dark with suppressed need. “Worship my feet.” The mention of it makes my clit throb. Like a hungry dog, I creep forward, hands up. I’d hate to stain them and mess up his clean edible foot. Gently taking his perfect foot in my hand, I delicately trace the outline, drinking in the sheer size of it.

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

“ I have not forgotten it. I hope you can have sex with me because you like me. I know this is not easy, so I will not insist. After all, I am your slave, do whatever you want to do to me. I will not struggle again.” Cody looks at me with a doubtful smile. “ I hope you are not playing any tricks, you sly human. Otherwise, I will make you pay for that.” I smile flatteringly like a real slave. “ I will never trick you, my dear master.” I do not know if Cody believes what I said, after all, my words even disgusted myself.

she beamed, gaining the other two ladies' full attention. "Gist you on what?" Sophia chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. "Two grownups alone in a house with walls and curtains covering them up, and it's a guy and a lady, of course, something is bound to happen. So tell us already, how was his action?" Annie smiled softly with an arched brow and immediately, Sophia's face darkened. "Don't even think too far...nothing like that would ever happen. Besides, I'm his SLAVE and I'm afraid you might have forgotten the meaning of that."

The searing heat nearly overpowered me, and suddenly, it hit me—I had a husband. I bit down hard on my lower lip, struggling desperately to get away. "I'm okay now. Let me down. I'm not feeling well today. I'm going to head home…" I said weakly. Just as I thought I was free, Samuel grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. "So soon? The session isn't over. If you leave early, it counts as skipping class, and there's a punishment for that!" I struggled desperately, trying to break free from his hold, but each twist only pressed my hips closer to that massive bulge. The friction intensified until my legs gave out, shaking with helplessness.

I keep sobbing, lying there like a corpse. Jesus! I can't bear it more. Please, get me out of here. I can't tolerate more. I'll die here. I'm a girl, not an animal. I'm his wife, not a mistress. I'm a human, not a slave. Every day, every night I'm tortured by him. Is it love? He doesn't love me. No matter how many times he says this, he doesn't love me. Adavan

Once the other cuff is on, I let the leg drop slightly off my shoulder, then slap her crotch again, she yelps and gives me a reproving look. "But you need to answer promptly. I won't have disobedience in a slave. It's a matter of propriety." Few hours ago, she'd asked me to do whatever I wanted with her. She'd asked me to be her master, while she became my slave. And boy, that's exactly what I'll do. I stand up, and we kiss passionately. "Now, let me show you how good this idea is at controlling your urges." It takes only a few moments to lead her up to the bedroom, and to tie her hands and feet together, her face against the bed and her ass high in the air. "Let's start with your disobedien

I said and forced myself to smile. “Let’s go home quickly, Senorita, so you can take a bath!” she held my hand and continued walking, her every step are fast. _ “Ouch! Yaya Celine, it hurts!” We are here in front of the gate. She stopped and looked at me. I can see the redness in my waist. Maybe it’s because of the tightness of Yaya Celine’s grip, I do have a sensitive skin. She bit her nail and noticed that her hands were shaking. “Senorita Kiara will kill me, I’m so sorry S-Senorita Shaira, I didn’t m-mean to!”

He ordered. Holy Shit! This was going to be humiliating. As soon as I pulled his shoes off, I could smell the sweat coming off his feet. Still, I knew that I would have to go through with this. After I laid his socks on the floor beside his shoes, I lifted one foot up and began to lick the top of his foot. It tasted horrible. Odd how that horrid taste added to my feelings of degradation. I could feel my juices beginning to trickle down my thighs. I also began to feel myself slipping into subspace. That's the place in my brain where my natural submissiveness comes out. I go into full on slut slave mode and will do just about anything I am ordered to do. It's gotten me into trouble a few times