Romans & histoires Family Foot Slave

“Heh. Dream on. There are plenty of geniuses from first-class families that even she doesn’t care about. When will someone from a second-class family like you get a chance?” That young master folded his arms before him. “Don’t speak so soon. Fane may be a young master from a first-class family, but his position isn’t all that prominent either. He’s an illegitimate son plucked from the outside world. I even heard that he was a live-in son-in-law before!”

Seconds, it was the third time she heard people say those things to her, and the other two before, managed to bring her the actual hell. She believed her uncle and his wife would take care of her after her parents died. They said those things, everything will be okay, we will take care of you, we are your family.… But then, they treated her more like a slave rather than a family. And they sold her to the Rogues when they didn’t want her anymore. Because she is useless, she is too weak, because they need money...

I gritted through clenched teeth as I directed that question at Sophia. Rather than match my energy like she always did, she gave me a toothy smile and began to explain, “It makes me happy because while I was there, I found out that Haylee had become part of the family. You can no longer call her a slave or hit her, and guess what? She will be here to kick you out of our lives.” “Part of the family? What does that even mean?” I blurted, unable to accept the natural meaning that sank into me along with Sophia’s words.

"Yes. We're all complicit. I'm not making excuses, Dad. I loved Cindy sucking my cock and I love eating her cunt. I loved fucking her ass. The others make sure it doesn't get out of hand. Someone else always sleeps between Cindy and I. We care for each other and my slaves don't give a shit." "Fuck! I can't just let this go. You may not be breaking the fucking law, but you're having sex with your sibling. Christ!" "Punish us, Daddy," Cindy said. "We have been bad. I should have talked to you first. I should have talked to you a long time ago. Told you how I felt, why I moved away, but I was too ashamed to tell you. Well, I'm a slave now. I have no more shame. You've seen me do things most fat

"Yes, Master." "Good today you will put in your two-week notice. You are quitting. We don't need the money anymore and you have a new job and role in our house. You are now the first of the house slaves. Your job is to make sure that all future slaves keep our home clean and tidy. On top of that you will make sure that each of my wives and slaves are eating healthy and staying fit. You will oversee their physical health and make sure they can get to any medical appointments needed. In public you are still my mother and will act accordingly and call me by my name. However, in this house you will wear the appropriate outfit of my first house slave. A dress when outsiders are here but never pan

I am the most valuable sacrifice. “... besides, I don't think Stan would treat you badly,” mama added and stared at me strictly. “Just make sure that you'll obey him and all will go well.” My lips were already sealed as Mama continued speaking. I no longer understand what she's saying. All I could think about was how she wants me to become a slave to them. “I hope you won't let us down.” Mama held my hand, bringing me back to reality. “We are not doing this for us. We are doing this for our family, and you have to always remember that family comes first.”

"What about your parents. Your Master told me they're all coming over too. Do you think you might be having sex with them?" "I hope not, Mistress. I couldn't bear the thought of serving my family. It's too horrible to contemplate." "What do you do? Call time and give up the slavery?" "I pray it doesn't come down to that, Mistress. I've loved my slavery more than I ever thought possible. I don't want to give up a minute of it, but incest; I could never do it. I'm going to feel extremely humiliated just being naked in front of them." "So you think I'd be able to fuck one of the guys?"

I replied and took the towel bent over and massaged his foot while he played around with his nipples making sounds that got me so uncomfortable. Your father was a close friend to my father, should he have resisted the urge to be a traitor, you would have been treated as a princess and not a slave but with those good hands of yours, being a slave might have been your original fate. “I am not a slave,” I responded with a whisper... “Speak out slave!!!” he shouted “I am not a slave ,”I repeated but this time I made sure he heard me clearly. Stormie laughed so hard that his legs almost threw away the bucket close to him..

I said and kiara smile and niharika laughed like a witch. "Ohh wait wait wait what did you just mention your husband *she laughed like a witch* so for your kind information let me tell you you are his slave. Just his slave whom he doesn't love but lusted more than anything. He just fucks you to overcome his stress and you have already consider him as your husband. You are a slut nandini one day he will handover you to his other servants just let him got over you. " Niharika said and my eyes just watered. I don't want to hear this but this is only truth of my life. Yes i am a sex slave.

It feels good wearing hill again, I feel more like my old self and not the slave. If mom and dad were still alive, I would be rushing downstairs now to open my presents. I always knew that there some waiting for me, mom always baked me a cake and Austin would eat most of it claiming that he deserves it because I belong to him and what is mine is his as well. Little did I know that when they died, I will literally belong to him as his slave.