Diaper Slave Novels & Stories

All I do every day is to watch other sleep while I sit up all night restless. * * The slave worked on my erected huge d*ck with her cold long tongue. She was sucking on it like her life depended on it, while I watched her emotionlessly. Madison was still lying on the couch unconsciously. Her presence doesn't stop me from getting whatever pleasure I want.

he said coldly. Right. I am not a mate to him. I am his slave. Unlike other mate partners, they have a choice whether to give in to the effects of their mate bond and let each other treasure the pleasurable experience. But to someone like me who is treated and acknowledged as a slave, whether it is because of the mate bond or not, I do not have the right to say no to him. I gulped. Slowly, my hands reach for the strap of my dress. I gently remove them and let them fall in the sides of my arms.

Elaine had been too busy lately, to the point of neglecting her son a little. Reece Qin is three years old, very smart and sensible, never wants to trouble his mother. Because he was premature, he was lighter and thinner than other children, and his health was also worse. However, Reece did not have the slightest childish indulgence. His maturity when sick made people love him even more.

JULIETTE I had never in my years of living imagined what it would truly feel like to be a slave. Not just being given off as collateral, or meeting a Psycho Alpha that craves to see you break, and beg for mercy. Not those kinds of slave treatments. No. It was the kind that Darius subjected me to for seven long days. It was the unyielding links of large, heavy, and thick cold metal locked around my legs and arms, and then tightly secured to the walls of his chambers displaying me off like an animal.

I must remember my place before the Master punishes me. I couldn't find any normal, everyday underwear. I look at the only ones in there and decide that I am a slave, therefore I am not entitled to those sorts of finer things. I find some old boxers and slide them on under my slave dress, and then walk out of the closet and into the middle of the room. I look at the bed and sigh.

" Mariam shrieked, her eyes blazing hot. If looks could kill then Galene would probably be on the floor right away. "She didn't do any of that, I told the girl to tell you she was sleeping and would answer when she wakes" Diana yelled still on the floor. "And how dare you utter such a word to me?" Mariam yelled and landed a slap on Diana. How dare the both of you? Do you think I'm still one of you? A slave your husband once used and dumped? Do you think you still have all the powers? Do you even think I was even happy you master Damien choose you over me?"

Axelina who heard her husband's words just now, she shook her head. "Let it be, Dear. Your daughter also wants freedom. From childhood until she grew up, she was like a prisoner who had to be guarded everywhere by bodyguards. Her friends who want to be close to her are afraid because there are lots of bodyguards beside her.” said Axelina. Amar who heard his wife's protests, he just smiled. Because this is not the only time his wife has spoken to him like that. His wife has reminded himself dozens of times.

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.

"Take it off, slowly. Your entire worth cannot buy that single shirt, so don't rumple it." Diana fumed. Nevertheless, she obeyed quietly. She took off his clothes and watched him soak in the bath. "Don't just stand there, cone, and wash my body! Don't you know what being a slave means? Have you never been a slave before?" Diana shook her head. "No? No, you will wash my body, or no you have been a slave before? Or perhaps no, you don't know what it means to be a slave?"

Nadia exclaimed, horrified. "Well, I don't know... I've seen other slave she-wolves who remained fertile and then were used as matrices to give birth to children who would become slaves... The babies were tested and, depending on whether they went to a specific job or if they were considered too weak, they were killed on the spot." Again, Nadia shielded her belly, but I didn't even look away from her face, keeping my voice calm. "Julian had a distorted sense of fun..." I said, and for the first time let out a sigh.