Novel & Cerita Dom And Slave

She does not allow Celeste to mingle with other people who do not belong to their status. "Quit befriending him. You don't want him to get hurt right?" Her imposing aura is dominating the living room. She immediately turned her back and left Celeste astounded. Celeste's mom is Wensly Simeon-Klatt. Wensly is the third among the Simeon's siblings. She married Dawson Klatt when she was only twenty-two because of an arranged marriage. The gorgeous matriarch of the Klatts is a strong-willed woman. She is vicious and sometimes hideous because she wanted her husband to be the most favored among the Klatts.

I don't know how I got so lucky, but I thank the moon goddess every day for her blessings. I was once an Omega slave, now I'm a Gamma with a wife and children, if this can happen for me it can happen for anyone. The End

I look at her, confused. Why is she saying sorry? She did nothing wrong. “Why are you saying--- wahh! Look Yaya Celine, there’s an Ice cream!” I pointed to the man who was selling Ice cream. “Senorita, you’re not supposed to eat outside food. Your Mommy says that you're not allowed to eat outside.” she said. “Then I’ll buy an Ice cream and eat inside so it’s not forbidden.” I giggled. “Your Mom said, all you have to eat is home-cooked or maybe cooked by professional chefs... if you want to eat Ice cream, let me tell her so she can call--“

He said, his voice filled with disgust. "They claim it's for the good of the packs, that they need more labor to build and maintain their territories. But I know what they really want. They want to feel powerful, to control and dominate others."He added. She felt a surge of anger in her chest as she listened to his words. She knew firsthand the pain and suffering that came with being a slave, and she couldn't stand the thought of more innocent people being forced into that life. "What can I do?" she asked again, determined.

The thought of it didn't particularly sit well with me, knowing that another male had set his eyes on her and was even going as far as keeping tabs on her. "For someone who already nows the in and out of your mansion, it woul have been too fatal not to keep tabs on her. The enemies can attack from anywhere." He added but that in no way settled the feelings growing in my chest. Was it supposed to be this way at al? Was I getting jealous over a slave? I laughed at the thought, finding it funnny. No! I was only going to bring her back because Giovanni insisted she would make me recover my leges faster even though I didn't know how.

I scratch the back of my neck, “Wow, I didn’t see that coming.” “Man, you don’t owe me any favors, that girl right there is your payment to me. Beth loves her already. She coddles her, but in bed, she is a true Domme to our new little slave. Me, on the other hand, I will be her Master twenty-four-seven. Fuck, having a sub and a slave is my dream come true!”

Isabella Smith Point Of View. "Good morning gentlemen, Dominic Clint is proud once again to bring you the finest slaves from all over the world. They are perfectly trained and tested and as always you can check out all the slaves personally." Dominic Clint announced from the stage on the occasion of the auction day. I had always listened about the auction of houses but, had never thought of auction of human flesh.

His hand raises. "It sounds like you watched some bullshit film or read a book that has it all wrong." I bite my lip. "For one, it's more complex than submissive and dominant. There are brats, slaves, rope bunnies. There are not just dominants, but masters, brat tamers, slave trainers and such."

Something genuine. "You really think you can handle that kind of responsibility?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "Being a Daddy isn't exactly easy, you know. It isn't just about power or control. It's about taking care of someone else, ensuring they're safe and trust you. You can punish them when you get upset like with your slaves." Dom didn't hesitate. "We know. That's why we want to start with Mag. We thought maybe we could make him our slave, show you we're serious. Help you show him what he needs to see before turning him back into the world?"

Dominic sat across from me on the couch. “Well, what did you find?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. He exhaled, leaning forward. “Apparently, what the healer girl said was true.” I raised a brow. “And?” Dominic’s tone dropped, serious. “It’s worse than we thought. Initially, we assumed the slaves were just brought in and dispersed for labour, maybe at the pack house or elsewhere. But it’s not. They’re being put through hard labour, beaten, underfed… and recently, sex work has been introduced. Girls are being sold to rich clients, even people from other packs, and the people in charge are making money off it.”