Diaper Slave Novels & Stories

Collared, branded, leaking his cum, eyes empty but desperate for him. “You’re my collection,” he said, stroking their hair one by one. “My personal sluts. You sleep in my bed. You carry my kids. You spread your legs the second I want. No more old lives. This is it.” He pulled them close on the floor around his chair. All three curled against him, kissing his cock softly, whispering “thank you” like trained pets. Julian leaned back, satisfied. The underground facility had three new perfect slaves. And he was already thinking about the next batch. The women cried quietly, bodies aching, minds gone. They were home.

"It was just after my slavery started and Master gave me a task to perform. I had a seduce a sales clerk in a clothing store, licking her pussy and getting her to lick mine. If I couldn't seduce her to lick me, I had to wear a Slave Trainer all during our dinner out without any orgasms. If I seduced one into allowing me to lick her, I could have two orgasms, but only if I sucked Master off under the table to earn it. If she also licked me, I could have unlimited orgasms. I only earned the two orgasms so I was suffering quite a lot. Our waitress noted my suffering and asked for the reason. I told her I couldn't get a sales clerk to lick me. She offered to lick me herself if Master removed my

It was a hard looking bread and soup, I didn't mind, I ate it like it would run away if I didn't. I chewed on the bread very aggressively, drank the soup without the spoon and gulped in some water. I finished the food in less than a minute and I needed more. I knew I wouldn't get any because I was nothing but a purchased product, a slave. I was so cold, I couldn't feel my arms, the rope I was putting on was so thin. “Why would they even make something like this?”, I scolded. ‘Is this where I'll be living from now on? locked up in a small dark room, with no much ventilation? No sunlight or freedom? am I now a prisoner?’, I couldn't help but ask myself.

I am 妃妃, a 19-year-old Chinese girl, and I am the slave of my master. My life revolves around serving him, fulfilling his every desire, no matter how depraved. Today, I wake up early to prepare for another day of service. Master is a powerful businessman, and I am his personal assistant. But in private, I am his obedient slave, ready to cater to his every whim. I arrive at his office, wearing a tight-fitting maid uniform that accentuates my curves. I kneel before him, my head bowed in submission.

I'm sure they had to remove any vaginal piercings to deliver the babies and the nipple piercings for breast feeding. "I'm assuming you don't wear these while working as a deputy?" Master asked. "I remove all signs of slavery when working; going for simple bars or hoops in my nipples and the small hoop in my labia. Not feeling the collar around my neck is usually enough to remind me I'm not in slave mode. Having these things hanging between my legs is a constant reminder of my slavery." "Is she wet now?" Sam asked. "She touched you, Lisa. Go ahead and feel her up."

DIMITRI’S POV 6 MONTHS LATER I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the monitors in front of me. The flickering images from the CCTV cameras displayed the mundane routine of the pack—warriors sparring, workers bustling about, and slaves completing their assigned chores. None of them had any idea they were being watched so closely. I preferred it that way. My fingers tapped idly against the desk as I studied their movements, paying particular attention to the slaves who hadn’t yet shifted. They were the key to everything—though none of them realized it. Their value lay not in their current state but in what they might become.

In the dream, the devil knelt down on one knee with 999 roses, and said to her affectionately, "Jenna, marry me!" The whole company cheered for Jenna, and her former colleagues cooed, "Say yes to him, say yes to him!" Jenna was so excited that she was just about to say yes when the masked Mr. Slave barged in with her two kids, crying miserably, " Darling, don't abandon me!" She looks back to the bleakness before her. Mr. Slave had two milk bottles hanging from his chest, a backpack of milk powder on his back, and a bunch of ragdolls, milk pans, and diapers hanging from his body, making him a living example of a bitter baby daddy.

I saw a ballet circle and the material flared out and up to reveal off my cane tracks. I waved goodbye, staring at Johnson's slave face. The manner her Master fed her was with a cock toy so that the chalky liquid she ate for meals simulated cum whilst she swallowed from the toy. He'd held his slave in his bed, cradling her again towards his chest, and thrust the cock toy inside and out of her mouth, fucking it deep at the same time as her lips have been swollen from the abuse.

“Now, try to get to mummy and daddy. Be careful not to fall and spill the food. Or else you’ll be punished. And I don’t want you punished because I’ll be needing you fresh for the night.” My head was reeling and my heart beating fast. Too fast. This was ridiculous. Stupid. Not only has he made me his sex slave, but he has also successfully turned me into his and his sister’s puppet. A Pawn. An element of caricature. The earlier I devised a means to get the hell out of this place, the better for me.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.