Dom And Slave Novels & Stories

Nathan explained. “I understand. As a slave, any child I birth is still a slave. I wouldn’t want my child to be bound by such fate even though master is kind.” Sarang said and stopped stroking his hair. “There are times I wonder if master would free me if I found a partner but it’s funny; I’ve never imagined a life away from this family.” Nathan sat up, taking Sarang’s cold hands in his. “I want to tell father of my intention to marry you.”

"Imagine showing a prospective client the wonderful Slave Jeannette. A woman who can discuss current events, once we tell her to watch the news of course, logically and intelligently. A woman, who can discuss art, again once trained, music, and oh by the way, can suck you cock like a lollypop. A slave, who craves your every attention, be it sexual, or a whipping. Wouldn't that client be more inclined to participate if he had such an example before him?" Dominique looked right into Devon's eyes as she asked the next question. "How long have you loved her Devon?" "I don't know that I do. She's a fascinating subject of study, certainly. She's a valuable training tool; you've read the reports of

Which confirms it— she’s one of the captured slaves. Dom finally turns his attention back to her. “Are you the only one here?” he asks flatly. She stiffens. “I—I asked you first,” she says, trying for bravery. He narrows his eyes, and the sheer weight of his gaze makes her pale. I know exactly how she feels. That quiet dominance trained on you. It’s not just his size or presence—it’s what he is. And humans aren’t built to endure that kind of pressure. She stammers, stumbling over her words as she blurts them out, “I—I’m the only one here. I’m the only one.”

I see him breathe again and his hand trembles, his sadness begins to be palpable, and his aura becomes denser. "Many centuries ago, I abolished this horrible practice of slavery from my lands... I always thought that when I found my other half, she would be free, and then we could rule, regardless of her status." Soren continues speaking and lowers his hand. "It seems that something in me had already foreseen something like this... I just didn't expect to find you in foreign lands." Soren runs his hand through his blond hair. I think he's desperate and that I should care, but after everything I've been through... Never... He's also a King, he's also a ruler, and none of that will change the

“Between a submissive and a slave?” “A submissive retains some control,” Vixen explained. She placed a glass of clear liquid in front of him and dropped a slice of lime into it. Water he presumed, and wished it were a beer. “They negotiate as to what is right for them with their Dom or Domme. A slave has surrendered the right to negotiate with their Dom or Domme. A slave is a submissive, but a submissive is not necessarily a slave.” She took Shadow by the collar, lifting him up until his face was on her level. “Give me a drink, Shadow,” she told him brushing her lips over his.

" Master asked. "Lucia told us that Roman slaves who instructed other slaves were called Dominus or Domina. They were to be obeyed like a Master or Mistress, but it signified they were still slaves. I'm no longer Janet's Mistress as another Master has claimed her, but if Chen is willing, I will continue to assist. But I got the impression something was lacking, isn't there, slave?" Janet glanced hastily at Chen. "Be honest, slave," I said. She hesitated, considering. "Yes, Domina. But it's nothing to do with his fucking."