Diaper Slave Novels & Stories

I am just a mother of the babies and called a partner or their girlfriend or their woman. I can not blamed them, Luis and Lexter of what they had done to me. I did not complained or fight back when I was supposed to do but I can't because I was in deep debt, I was a slave. The only consolation I have now is that they had loved me for what I am.

Either s*x slaves, chore slaves, royal slaves and numerous others. Chore slave really is best. Every slave omega is always delighted to be categorized under chore slave. It's less stressful compared to other. Specific chores and not random chores are performed as chore slaves. Chore slavery rescues one from numerous never ending errands and orders from royals. It also rescues one from continous daily rough brutal s*x and defilement. Chore slave really is best but remain undesired. None ever desires slavery not even chore slavery. It's only desired and cherished when trapped within slavery options.

She smiled as she laid the paper on the floor and sat on the floor ready to write. 'Hey, I'm sorry to announce this to you in a paper and not physically but then again it's important to let you know.' 'I would no longer be staying here anymore as our author and finisher has defined.' 'I mean, Ice Pick. He already assigned my duty to me today but then the most shocking news came and I had to pack my luggages to his apartment.' 'I don't know whatever reason he has and I don't want to know but he said it clearly that I'll be Personal slave.'

I said with a sad smile dancing on my lips. Annabeth let out a loud gasp as she held my hand. “It’s no big deal Annabeth. I have gotten over it,” I added. “No! No! He shouldn’t have said those horrible words to you. You don’t deserve all of that. You are not a slave! Why is Darius like this?” Annabeth snapped. “It’s nothing Annabeth. I am his slave, he can say or do to me as he wants. What more can I ask for?” I said swallowing the sob that threatened to escape.

He groaned at last. Meridith wasn't understanding any of these at all. And when did Daisy go from being his slave to "Daisy"? She lost it. "But she is a slave. She's filthy. She's garbage. She has become a slave, that is what she is. She is not privileged anymore. She has lost that status when she became a slave" Damon stiffened. He raised his head and Gabe her his attention for a full minute, "I was a puppet for thirteen years. Does it means I am not royalty in your eyes, Meridith?"

I stare at him holding my fork in my hand and I smile and before I knew it I laugh out loud. “ What’s that? Why did you laugh? He asked. “ Because you said I was going to hurt my baby trying to escape? Of course I don’t want to be your slave” I said boldly. “ And did I said you are a slave? Did I call you one? He asked. “ You bought me right? I asked. “ And that didn’t make you my slave? He says. “ If I am not your slave ? What am I? I asked. “ My babymama” I said

Before returning to the table, I requested the chef sneak some vitamins into her milk to cover all bases. To my surprise, I found Jo sitting in Deirk's lap, her body trembling as she clung to him. "Sorry," Deirk explained. "Dominic walked in, and she started... I'm not sure, panicking, I guess? This was the only thing I could think to do." I could hear the genuine concern in his voice, which was exceptionally odd. Maybe he really was starting to embrace the idea of a ward versus a slave. Jo quickly transitioned from Deirk's lap to mine as I set down the food. Across the room, Dominic was disciplining his slave loudly, his preference for public humiliation as a control method unmistakable and

WRECKED BY MY MASTER: THE TALE OF A SEX SLAVE 1 I knelt naked in the center of the dimly lit playroom, wrists locked behind my back in thick leather cuffs, a heavy metal collar locked tight around my throat. My cock was already rock-hard and leaking, trapped in a tight steel cock cage that Master had snapped on the moment I walked through the door. I was twenty-two, smooth, toned from years of anxious gym sessions, and tonight I was nothing but a set of holes for him to use.

The cum was thick and everywhere as I tried to swallow it but it ended up on my face, my hair, and my body. When he finally pulled away, I lay there gasping, my face wet with tears and cum. “You play your role well,” Darius said, straightening. “This dirty version of you.” I stared at the ceiling, my body shaking. “So consider this a reward,” he continued. “You’re no longer just a slave.” My stomach twisted painfully as I wondered what he wanted to say next. “You’ve graduated into a sex slave,” he said calmly. I felt sick as the words settled into my bones.

The food they eat and who to invite and even what and how the servants wear their uniforms. She raised her children to be independent and competent. She maintained their home and helped Dawson with the company. She was a disciplinarian to her children but to her grandchildren, it is the opposite. Celeste lead the way for Clive and walked toward Lily. "Grandma, this is Clive Aster. My research partner. He actually made most of the research paper." Celeste introduced Clive. "Good morning Mrs. Klatt. It is nice meeting you." Clive greeted as he kissed Lily's hand as sign of respect.