Novel & Cerita Diaper Slave

There are a lot of pages of it yet the only thing that caught my attention was the clause where I will be his slave… As I read the dependent clause effectively, my jaw dropped dropped when I've seen a three letters which indicates I must be his sex doll and slave when it comes to bed. Enraged by anger, I pushed him off and stood up. "These papers are ridiculous!" I shouted out of my lungs. The man only looked at me with a bored look in his eyes. "Dare to shout at me again and you'll get spanked." I didn't bother taking everything he says seriously. My main goal right now was to run away and let him be. These papers are out of hand and there's no way I will be his sex doll.

Brett Holmes bought me as his slave for $5 million. As a slave, I thought I had to stay in a room and live a hellish life under the hands of the crazy man who bought me. But I was brought into a huge, pretty mansion with multiple rooms and polite maids. I bathed in a bathtub with roses, and the maid gave me decent clothes. I ate steak for dinner, and while waiting for my master, I watched movies on N*****x. ‘Is this how slaves live?’

I focused my concentration and said, "I don't think slut can take another orgasm. Can I cum for her, please? I'll cum twice for you, mistress mommy, just please let me do that for slut." Mistress mommy moaned at my plea and the obvious attempt to save slut from having to endure any more. I already felt another orgasm growing stronger and knew it would soon hit me. How hard would another one be after that? Mistress mommy finally asked, "Do you hear that, slut? Slave is offering to give up another two orgasms just so you can rest. See what a good girl she is? She's willing to sacrifice herself fro your sake. What do you think slut? Will you let your beloved girlfriend and fuck toy suffer in yo

Unknown POV Screams filled the air in this little torture room, as I whacked a slave across his bare body with a cane. “What’s the matter? I thought you were a man. Or is that thing between your legs nothing more than a decoration?!” I demanded, slamming the head of the cane right in his weiners, causing the slave to scream like a girl I will soon turn him to be. “P-Please… Have mercy…” he pleaded, tears streaming down his bruised face.

Dania ➡ In our presence? . Mukhtar ➡ You heard me... . Dania orders the slave to removed his clothes.. And he did without hesitation... Dania gasps as she takes a look at the naked body of the slave.. Not only was he tall but he's built as well... His body was covered in muscles, his chest is hairy and so is his rectal region.. Dania becomes more amazed as she sets her eyes on the slave's huge p-nis which dangles right in front of her and her husband... She slightly bites her lips as she sees it.. She then begins to admire and imagine the naughty things she might do with the slave if they're alone.

So, after her leather top, she removed her squirt. "What's that Alex?" asked Melissa. "It's... diapers... this week they made me incontinent," Alex said as Melissa and Jenny looked with horror at the soiled diaper. "And what's that metal thing!" Jenny asked as her eyes were captivated by the chastity belt Alex was wearing. "It is a chastity belt. It is the price I pay to be the slave supervisor," Alex explained to the unbelieving Jenny. "You mean, you cannot err... touch herself? " The young slave asked.

"Regina, if you're going to have a slave, you're responsible for the slave's pleasure. If he doesn't orgasm soon, he could hurt himself. Priapism is a dangerous condition for men." "If you want him to cum, why don't you suck him off, Scott. Or bend over and I'm sure my husband would happily fuck you in the ass. I suspect he's wanted to for years." "I'll fuck him, Master," Julia said. "I agree all slaves should be provided some relief." "Get on the bed then," I said to her. "Ron, this slave wants you to fuck her. Why don't you take care of her."

Do people still smell good after falling into a canal? “You know what, your Mom, will get mad at me when we go home right now. God, what if she’ll fire me because of this?” she seemed sad right now and I see tears dropping in her eyes, her hands are shaking. Why are our maids afraid of my Mom? She’s nice... for me I guess. “Don’t worry Yaya Celine, I won’t blame you. Indeed, it’s not your fault, it is my fault, not you. So, you don’t need to be worried.” I said and forced myself to smile.

I’m a mother desperately looking for her son. I didn’t belong to anyone, not as a servant, a possession, a puppet, or a plaything. And I never would. The very idea of being called someone’s slave filled me with fire. I wouldn’t wear that title, not even if they tortured me until the last breath left my body.

She took pity on their unfortunate destiny. “So, how come they became guards of the current governor?” Diana inquired Zadi. “The governor took pity on them,” the pygmy replied. “Even though the position as that of a guard or in the army is not prestigious, the lower class people are contented enough to live by it. Being a slave is the worst position a person could ever have. They treat a slave like nothing but a working animal. Slaves sometimes do not sleep for days just to serve their masters. And only a few slaves reach their old age. Most of them die in hunger or in cold nights or under the heat of the searing sun or even exhaustion. But as an exception, it depends on the master how to tr