Novel & Cerita Fart Slave Training

Fuck is she now being forced to tell how good his tongue is or how she loved his dick? “I liked it, Master, I liked it a lot.” There she said it. He pushed himself into her wet hole without a single word of a warning. Master didn’t hold back, he fucked her really hard and she had problems keeping her position, Maser was holding her hips and trusted himself into an orgasm with a loud groan.

He was having fun playing with Damian’s woman. ‘Oh, Damian… you act so high and mighty. You didn’t think I would ever have the upper hand on you, right?’ He muttered to himself in his mind. Evelyn’s stomach twisted and churned when she was held down and forced to open her legs. She almost died from shame when they took a video of her core. She wished the ground would open and swallow her up. This was worse than being hit by a car. When the men were done taking the video, they gave it to Zach who grinned while replaying it. He nodded his head. “Tie her up. Don’t give her any clothes.”

The auction was over now and those who made purchases were settling accounts at the front desk. ‘’Yes, Prince Dante.’’ ‘’What did you say?’’ I forgot my manners. In slave training, we were specifically taught by Austen to always use the term ‘Master.’ If we didn’t, we could be killed immediately because these creatures are egomaniacs and psychopaths.

He was cute and I was starting to think he was the master but he didn’t have a cold expression so I guess he’s not. “I’m guessing you guys already ate in the plane before the plane landed”he said they all nodded. “Asher Bingwen.Just call me assistant master”he said in a funny way and everyone chuckled. “Your work here is quite maybe easy depends on you…”he pouted unsure. “The guys get to work in the factory while the girls get to do the chores and take care of the master…and assistant master too”he grinned.Damn this guy is funny. “The master hates stealing,no one likes it anyways.Never barge into the master's chamber without being called upon.Do your work diligently.Whenever you see the mast

"You should check out the live stream first, Yvonne." Yvonne took out her phone and checked the National Day Gala live stream, where she noticed that the performance featuring the pigeons and chickens was proceeding smoothly. She was completely baffled. "How could this be? You've clearly been abducted! How are they doing the act without you?" I let out a chuckle before explaining, "I'm not sure what kind of spell you cast to make everything I train belong to you, so I simply stopped training them. "Those chickens weren't 'trained'—they were just following the trail of feed on the ground. Those pigeons were raised with them in the mountains, so they naturally follow the flock.

whips, restraints, devices that hummed with promise. “This is slut training,” he said, stripping off his shirt to reveal a muscled torso marked with faint scars. “I’ll push you to where pain and pleasure merge. You'll learn to crave the edge.” He started slowly, having me kneel before him, eyes down. “Crawl to the center.” He ordered. I did, the cool floor against my knees igniting a submissive fire in me. Then he fastened leather cuffs around my ankles and wrists, spreading me on a padded bench, my ass raised, pussy exposed.

The heterosexual men looked confused at some of what Brandon had described, so he added, "His attitude adjustments have removed all sense of disobedience and left him completely docile. The fluid diet is a special formula that has the taste and consistency of cum, making the slave associate cum with sustenance. It also has the added bonus of keeping his asshole nice and clean since he will only ever have to urinate to expel waste from now on. The deep cleaning he has received uses deep-reaching enemas to clean out all of his intestines, colon, and rectum. Gents, this little fuckboy is ready for a life of servitude. Like I said, Robert, I'm giving you the pleasure of being the first person to

"Go to bed now slave. I will punish you in the morning." It may seem cruel to set her up to fail and then send her to bed worrying about the upcoming punishment, but it was all part of the training. She had been introduced to the submission and arousal aspect of being a slave and now she needed to experience the discipline part. So much would hinge on how she handled that.

Master is stood with a weird contraption, a metal box with two large springs and a long dildo attached. "Kneel," he orders and I quickly kneel at his feet. "I'm training your deepthroating today slave. I could be harsh and put a dildo gag I your throat but I'll give you a chance. This contraption means you can take breaks from the dildo but you'll have to pull back from the springs that will be attached to your collar. So you either make yourself learn to keep the dildo in your mouth or you get tired of pulling and get choked." I look at the very long dildo and gulp at the thought of that in my throat. I stay where I'm kneeled as Master coats the dildo in strawberry flavoured lube. Cute.

She asked in a harsh tone. “Leave me, how dare you to touch me?” I pushed her away, spatting with anger. She was a slave, how dare she talk to me like that. I was going to teach her a lesson but the next moment made me horrified. She slapped me hard with her fatty hand and I fell backward. I looked at her with disbelief. “You need enough training. I know how to train dissident slaves like you.” She clamped my jaw tightly with her hand. Her grip was so intense that I screamed.