Feet Slave Novels & Stories

"Father, shall we help him? He looks very pitiful." Fane raised his eyebrows; the person was indeed quite pitiful. However, Fane was unwilling to bring them back. After all, it would cause him trouble to bring the slave back with him. He simply took out ten lower-grade spirited crystals and placed them in front of the slave. "Take these ten lower-grade spirited crystals and leave. You can go to the countryside or wherever you want. You’ll only end up dead if you continue to stay here." The slave’s eyes widened as they then glanced at Fane gratefully. They did not continue to pester him and only bowed deeply at Fane before they stumbled away with the ten lower-grade spirited crystals.

He hadn't heard him or sensed him come so close and ice froze his spine. "I am a God. I am served. If you do as I bid your reward will consequently be far greater than what any pesky spirit can provide. If you don't then I will hasten your death." "I wasn't complaining!" Kyle scooted back "this is just strange, OK? We don't do slaves anymore, the police do you for it! Human rights and all that crap." "Slaves in my day were well kept," Babi snorted "it meant food and a home and a lot preferred it. Better if you had a soft master. Mine worked, they worked hard and toiled furiously, but they were given more than they needed."

I could not understand how and in any way a woman wanted to be enslaved to a man just because he was extremely handsome. ''Oh girl, you don't get it. Those two Men are walking masterpieces. Their entire demeanor will make you cream. I hear that all the other slaves they bought, once each of them had just a night with them, they kept begging for more!'' the other maid said in excitement.

"Despite that, she was tremendously hurt and disappointed when Sam took Chantelle away from her, even though it was Chantelle's choice to leave and Sam hadn't tried to take her. I mean, she's suppressed her feelings for the most part because she loves all of them, but it still affected her deeply. It helps they all remain on the Estate and Sam is willing to share both of them with her, but I always suspect she uses both of his slaves harder because they're his, than her own slaves. It's almost as if she's trying to get back a little of what he took away." That did not bode well for me. No wonder Master was unhappy with what I did. He knew how he'd feel. The rest of our work was conducted in

She was tired of being belittled and humiliated, tired of being treated like a second-class citizen. But amidst the sadness and despair, She also felt a fierce sense of determination. She refused to let the slave pack break her spirit, refused to let them dictate her worth. She was stronger than their words, and she knew that she had the resilience to overcome the challenges that lay ahead.She was filled with a new sense of determination,ready to deal with whatever come her way and whatever Lydia and the other slaves had install for her.

Fae shook her head looking at Lily. “Didn't I tell you not to cross their path? They are crazy men. Now you are a slave to Caleb. Caleb of all men is disastrous. I can't believe this.” Fae sighed. “Do you know the responsibility of a slave? You have to abide by every word he gives. And you must do everything he says.” Fae rubbed the middle of her forehead worriedly.

I held my breath, sensing the weight of his words. "You will be killed," he declared. My breath caught in my throat as the reality of my situation sank in. Drake continued, explaining the harsh truth. "The punishment for killing someone as a slave is death. According to the last slave reforms of 1976, no slave is allowed to kill, even if their life is on the line." I felt numb, unable to process the fact that my life is about to end. "Slaves don't have the freedom to live," Joe declared.

It was almost like he was trying to fulfill my fantasies as my punishment by being so forceful. “Now clean my feet with your tongue.” “What?” My confusion at his request was genuine. He had never asked me to do anything like this. Feet were gross. Why would he want me to lick his? “You heard me, clean my feet with your tongue. Worship my feet. You’re going to be my slave for these two days, and this is only the beginning of it. If you can’t do this simple task, then I might as well go.”

Once I was done, I looked up at Dorothy again. Which was a mistake. “You really are stupid, aren’t you, slave,” she said after hitting me again. “Even a slave your age should be able to follow simple instructions. I said never look anyone in the eye,” she screamed at me, causing me to look down at the floor. I wanted to cry again, and though I felt the tears, I made sure to not make a sound. “Now take off your socks and shoes, slaves don’t get that privilege.”

“2:)Mistress accepts full responsibility of slave. This includes but is not limited to: slave’s survival, health, physical well being, and mental well being. Slave accepts full responsibility for informing Mistress of any real or perceived dangers or safety concerns, but also agrees that Mistress’s decision will be final regarding these issues. Mistress agrees that slave will not be punished for respectfully stating these concerns. Mistress further agrees to listen to slave’s concerns with a clear and open mind. Mistress shall endeavor not to inflict physical harm upon slave which might require the attention of someone outside the relationship.” “Do you have any concerns or fears?”She asked