Diaper Slave Novels & Stories

I said arms crossed. “If you say so though.Actually the master pays off his slaves after five years”I nodded as she said that.Five years is a long time but I can wait. *** “Erm… master I don’t think I can sleep here tonight”This guy is a seducer,he might end up doing something to me at night.Guys like this can’t be trusted. “Why is that? You are still sick remember?” “I’m not sick anymore I’m perfectly fine” “I still won’t let you go.What if your body chills start to act up again”

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

I walked to the door and pulled it open, waiting patiently just inside. Slave is eating its cereal, milk all over its face from dipping into the bowl, probably wondering what the hell is going on. A woman comes to the door with a garment bag in her hand. I waved for her to step inside and walk towards the kitchen. The woman follows me and gives a little shriek when she sees Slave on the floor, naked, eating cereal like a dog. I smack Slave's ass, the jewel in her dark hole catching the light.

The tigress could see the tension in the air and she could also see how angry her son was which made her wonder what this slave issue was really about and why it was causing so much ruckus and anger between the couple. 'I should step in now and try sorting this before things spiral out of control. Who exactly is this slave though?' She wondered and the thought of what to do flooded her mind as she tried to determine the best way to step in. "Um-um." She cleared her throat to make her presence in the conversation known as they both glared at each other. "Why are you making this such big of a deal though Fabian? What is this slave to you that Tasha cannot punish her?" She asked Fabian with gen

I was determined to let all who try know that I'm not a pushover. "Perhaps we started off on the wrong foot. Regardless what you must have heard, I don't want to be his personal live-in maid. But it was either this or I go back to the dungeon from whence I came." I decided to be the bigger person and apologize. "Perhaps it's not good to be judgemental." She offered with a fake smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Everyone thinks your are his personal maid, you are actually his sex slave. He gets to have access to your body whenever and however he wants it. He selects what you wear everyday but it's more or less a bikini and a see-through kimono. He'll give you premium of everything you need to

I turned his slave and he continued fucking me for the next few months. After a few months, I started feeling my breasts were growing in size. Ric made me his slave and I have been fulfilling his sex desires all the time. Andrew is back on me after a few months, and he continued his focus on my ass. I thought he was very slow because Ric had already made me his slave. He had been fucking me almost every day. On a Saturday, Ric went to play cricket, and I got back from the bathroom with a towel and briefs and stood below the fan to dry out my hair.

I was still lightheaded from my fever, but the maid didn’t care. They dress me in haste, like a quick routine they were used to, another staple red dress like the previous one that showed off my cleavage and high slits revealing my hips to the end of the dress. It was all too much, and the sheer quickness of their work settled goosebumps on my skin. “Can you explain to me why I am being subjected to this?” I plead as the older woman looks at me with a frown on her face. “Look, girl, you are not to speak until the master tells you so; you are nothing but his slave, his toy, and a conquest from his victory. This is nothing but a mercy from what your father had done to us Sorgale folks,” she hi

I quickly got down from the bed and rushed out of the room, making my way to the slave dining. When I got there, the long dining table was already filled to the brim with slaves; young and old alike. I managed to find an empty seat facing a male slave and sat down. We were often divided into groups to share a big bowl of food, which often led to fights and arguments about who would eat the most; that moment was always when the elderlies would scold us, telling us we had more stamina than them and should eat less, leading to rebellion from the younger ones.

I recalled how I didn't go to school for some days, and tended to myself until I could feel a tad human. Those guys made me reduced into my shell like a little piece of dog shit. I went into depression, fell ill, and became something else. I could still recall how they made me their errand boy. I washed and ironed their clothes, put their shoes on their feets, and remained a sex slave to Chuks, their leader. He order me to massage and stroke his dick, suck it. And then, he would sex me through my butthole. I was having an anus leakage, that I begged Robert, our Porter to get me some adult diapers. Then had to come up with the lie that I was bed wetting, so he could believe me.

*Chapter contains violence and abuse that can be triggering* ZARA I look at the clock, and it’s 5:30 in the morning, and I need to get up. It’s my job to make breakfast for master Kilian and Mistress Camille. I am not allowed to say their names. Slaves don’t do that, the Mistress says. I look at the calendar, and there are two days until I turn 17. Since I was a child, I was told my parents didn’t want me anymore and that they didn’t love me. So they gave me away.