Dom Slave Novels & Stories

"The first thing you'll need to learn is the display position. Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs." "Yes, Mistress." She tried to get into position. I had to nudge her legs further apart and straighten her arms. I started circling her, inspecting my property. "Call me Domina. I'm a slave and probably shouldn't go by the title of Mistress, not being free myself. How does it feel to be the sex slave of a sex slave?" "Do you wish me to be honest?" "Dominants prefer their slaves be honest, yes." "I'm scared and ashamed, Domina."

I took a shaky breath and looked back at the contract, it stated that, The slave (Davina Ellis,) agrees to submit completely to the master (Arthur Spencer) in all ways. There are no boundaries of place, time, or situation in which the slave may willfully refuse to obey the directive of the master without risking punishment. The slave also agrees that once entered into the Slavery Contract, their body belongs to their master, to be used as seen fit, within the guidelines defined herein. All of the slave's possessions likewise belong to the master, including all assets, finances, and material goods, to do with as they see fit. The slave agrees to please the master to the best of their ability,

“Yеаh, but next time уоu nееd tо take it tо thе nеxt lеvеl, a girl еxресtѕ mоrе from hеr ѕlаvе.” “Slаvе?” hе аѕkеd іn аmuѕеmеnt. “Yеаh, рlеаѕurе slave.” He сhuсklеd as hіѕ lірѕ рrеѕѕеd аgаіnѕt mу еаr. “Thеn I’d bеttеr ѕеrvе уоu wеll, madam.”

a lie. He disappears from my sight and reappears but this time he had his cell phone in his hands, he looks for something and then hands it to me. Fearfully I take it but when I saw the image my body trembled with terror as I hear Dalton tell me in my ear that she is his previous slave, my sight blurs as in horror I watch a woman torn to pieces with her legs out of place and her intestines out of her body not to mention the rest. —Loving him... will lead to your death, human.

Elena took a long sigh and turned again and said "I am Elena, a slave here" "slave?" He asked in confusion because after Ashton became a king, he made all the slaves into working maids and servants with a regular salary, and no one is allowed to even call themself slaves, so he asked again "when did you come here? and... who is your master?".

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

The blast of arousal that floods my panties had me momentarily stunned before the words he spoke slowly started to sink in. Did he just call me his slave? Anger burns away any lingering arousal that is left behind from the drop dead gorgeous vampire, causing me to see red when I turn to look at him. “I am not a slave.” I tell him, giving him my best glare that I can come up with. There is no way that I am going to allow this drop dead gorgeous, well…dead guy…take me back to his home to become his slave. I thought he was there to save me from being sold as a vampire’s slave, not take me home to be his own. There has to be something I can do to get out of this situation that I have found mysel

I whispered, shaky, “Why me? Why are you doing this? You can’t be serious about… marrying me.” For one breath, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes. But then he shoved me back. My shoulder hit the wall. The slap came fast, sharp, ringing through the room. My cheek burned. “You should be grateful,” he said, his voice cold enough to freeze the air. “I’m elevating you from slave to wife.” My heart thrashed in my chest. His mouth curled into a cruel smile. “I’ll have my lawyer draft a contract. You’ll sign it. You’ll be my wife and my property forever.”

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

“You don’t need to hear this and I should really carry on serving.” His large paw touched her arm. “Not while you’re attending to me,” he said. “And I was forgetting, very few of the men surrounding us speak Ormondian. Don’t be offended by what I’m about to say next, girl. If all you ever need to do is show your breasts to a man, think yourself lucky. That’s nothing in comparison to what some put their female slaves through.” “Enlighten me,” she said, though it was against her better judgement.