Feet Slave Novels & Stories

Axelina who heard it, she couldn't help but smile. “My son and I didn't bring much change of clothes. Only one pair of clothes, "said Axelina. Fatima has just met someone who is like Axelina, buying without haggling first. "How much in total, Fat?" said Axelina. "Really all of it, Lin?" asked Fatima looking for the sincerity of Axelina's words. Because the clothes that Axelina chose were the robes which were quite expensive according to Fatima. One outfit is worth two hundred thousand to three hundred thousand.

Funke: Here I am my Lord! Ààre Ògúnmólá: Sit down. She sat. Ààre Ògúnmólá: Now tell me your decision. Funke: My Lord! I'm ready to live my life as a slave regardless of how hard it will be. Ààre Ògúnmólá: Then so be it. Get up and go live your life as a slave in my house. She got up and turned to leave. Ààre Ògúnmólá: Wait!!

A good compliant little slave. "You!" I pointed my finger at the final slave and beckoned her over. She walked over and knelt next to me waiting for orders. "I'm going to take her from behind. Get her ready for me." The slave by my feet shuffled over to the slave bent over the table. She spread her cheeks and began to eat her ass whilst pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy.

Suzanne said hurtfully "Suzanne?? Darcie says and couldn't stop the tears from flowing " I almost die Sonia, but here I am, did you know how hard it is for me to survive, I was sold to the Arabian as sex slave" she said and Darcie eyes widened "Every time, I always think about you and also the day those evil people when they're going to pay for their deadly crime but here you're choosing Love over everything" "Suzanne pls....." "Sonia, I want you to think about it and give me an answer tomorrow, it's either you choose keith or I" she said and Darcie couldn't alter a word

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

I set my eyes on the longs notes and I began to read. _A SIGNED AGREEMENT BETWEEN MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE AND MR NICHOLAS HILLS_ #CONTENT Miss Corvette Vincete hereby submits to Mr Nicholas Hills as his sex slave. SEX SLAVE: A slave kept for the purpose of sexual exploitation. It is a condition in which one human being is owned by another and is forced or otherwise coerced into working in the sex trade. RESPONSIBILITIES OF MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE (sex slave) to MR NICHOLAS HILLS (master)

I quickly got down from the bed and rushed out of the room, making my way to the slave dining. When I got there, the long dining table was already filled to the brim with slaves; young and old alike. I managed to find an empty seat facing a male slave and sat down. We were often divided into groups to share a big bowl of food, which often led to fights and arguments about who would eat the most; that moment was always when the elderlies would scold us, telling us we had more stamina than them and should eat less, leading to rebellion from the younger ones.

Do people still smell good after falling into a canal? “You know what, your Mom, will get mad at me when we go home right now. God, what if she’ll fire me because of this?” she seemed sad right now and I see tears dropping in her eyes, her hands are shaking. Why are our maids afraid of my Mom? She’s nice... for me I guess. “Don’t worry Yaya Celine, I won’t blame you. Indeed, it’s not your fault, it is my fault, not you. So, you don’t need to be worried.” I said and forced myself to smile.

"You're a damn equalizer," she tries to slap me again, and I stop her, but I don't stop there. Just as she disrespected me, I feel entitled to do the same and without thinking, I slap her, leaving her paralyzed. "Don't try to touch me for the rest of your fucking life, I warned you, I won't let myself be humiliated, and I won't let a wretch like you lay a hand on me. I don't owe you anything! I don't owe you shit and let me tell you something, your son enjoys having sex with me, he follows me, he wants to be with me and neither you nor anyone else will take that away from him."

“To polish, sir?” “No, they are for your feet. Shoes are a luxury for a slave like you.” Without so much as another word, he had turned away from her and continued about his day, and she had kept the shoes dear to her, cleaning them every day. That had been years ago, and now they had fallen apart. When I took them off, I was truly marveled at how much worse the rocks hurt my feet. They had hurt through the shoes, but I had been able to shut my eyes and weather the storm. Now that I was completely without the luxury of shoes. Funny how even when I had lived with my master, I had known that shoes were a privilege. I had just forgotten how great of privileges they were.