Novel & Cerita Dom Slave

He wondered if she was willing to do anything to save her family which doesn't seem to care about her. “I have an offer.” He said quietly but everyone heard. “Evelyn should be my slave pet. She can delay the repayment of the debt for one day if she acts as a pet for the day.” “E-Excuse me?!” Evelyn yelled at Damian. ‘What did he say? His pet?’ “Why would I be your pet?” She questioned angrily. Didn’t she mention that she would do her best to work and earn money? Damian massaged his chin while looking at Evelyn with a small smirk on his lips.

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

said Amar with a smile staring at Axelina's innocent body in front of him right now. Will God give Axelina a chance to be happy, or vice versa? Axelina is forced to be Amar Trixeon's sex slave for the rest of her miserable life.

Sarah: But, if you like, I can tell you about how I felt. Darleen: Yes, please! We’re all wondering it. Sarah: To see people, humans and werewolves—please don’t ask for details—being degraded like that, to see people just like you and me being treated as property, it was abhorrent. Darleen: You’re talking about the slaves. Sarah: Please, I have to ask you not to call the people I saw slaves. That suggests they really were property, or something allowable under certain circumstances. These were human captives, kidnapped and being held very much against their will.

They were taught to walk, talk, dance, and do everything in such a way that it would have most of the men spilling their seeds shamelessly long before the slaves started their ministrations. Nights after night they would get cleaned up and would wait for their masters to come. And when they did, each pleasure slave would be assigned a master to serve for the rest of the night. It took months of starvations, whips, and tears before Damon accepted this as his fate. The worst of it all was the inability to remember anything from his past. It was as though his memory had been wiped clean so that he doesn't remember anything to even trace his way back.

He swirled the whiskey in his glass but didn’t immediately respond. I let out a humorless chuckle. “Don’t play dumb with me. I caught Damien in the act, and Kira reeked of both of you. So what the fuck is going on?” Darius finally set his drink down with a clink and stood up. His expression was cold, but I didn’t miss the way his fingers twitched slightly. “She’s a slave,” he said dismissively. “I can do whatever I want with her.” That set my wolf off.

Then she saw Sir Dan do something that shocked her. He stopped a lovely full figured blond with thick curly hair cascading around her ample shoulders and breasts. She stood still with her eyes down as he put his hands on her titties and squeezed them a little. Camilla could tell that it was affecting the slave when she saw her close her eyes and open her lips a little. Then Sir made the slave kneel with her knees apart. Once she did that he grabbed her hair and bent her head all the way back to the floor causing her unprotected pussy to move forward and open for all the other Doms to see.

Sub's were submissive and for her to come at me like this, it was unusual. "Yes, slave?" I answered with a dominating sneer in my voice. She was no longer my submissive and had become the slave of another Dom. She shouldn't be talking to another master at all. The rules of a slave were slightly different than those of a submissive. With a slave, almost anything goes and they were often used more like possessions. It can be a rougher lifestyle. I wasn't into doing things a woman might not like or may even regret later. I enjoyed dispensing pleasure way more than just giving pain.

"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

Master said to Sarah, "It's common for the Dominant with control of the slave when she was disobedient to perform the punishment." "Your slave informed me of the same thing," Sarah said. "Is that why she had so much trouble getting your permission to cum?" Master asked. It was hard getting anything past my Master. "That might have something to do with it," Sarah replied. "I actually wanted to see you whip her, but she said I'd have to do it." "So you're enjoying being a dominant?" Master asked. "I am, very much. I only wish your slave was male." "I very much prefer she isn't," Master said, laughing.