Female Chastity Slave Novels & Stories

disqusted Haya asked. "What do you maintain I have to say? Hasn’t Tim first pushed you to be my better half? This way, what about now if they think you're my lover?" Asher asked. Haya was definitely more tired. "It's unique! Don't you realize what can happen to me? I'm certain that many individuals tortured me, when I came out of that entrance! Everything my people will say to me?! Kindly assistance me. Settle this!" shocked Haya said.

He did nothing just stared at her which made her continue. “I know. I know I am just a slave. A mistress but please I am not used to this. I am trying. T-Trust me. I am trying with my everything to let you touch me. To not feel disgusted. To let myself be yours. But I can’t. I just couldn’t.”

How could someone I trusted and loved participate in such a hurtful game? “Strip anyway, slave!” one tall and tattooed guy shouted. “If you can't shift into a wolf, at least you can dance to keep us entertained.” The sound of snickering and derogatory comments filled the room and made me small as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to shield myself from their brutal words. "Strip! Strip! Strip!" "Come on, babe. There must be a decadent body under those maid's clothes." "Oh, don't be rude, you jerks. We need to be sure if it's her first time. She looks like a virgin."

Something they could no longer ignore. The moment before—the one suspended between desire and action, between restraint and surrender—was over. And what came next… would not be quiet.

she beamed, gaining the other two ladies' full attention. "Gist you on what?" Sophia chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. "Two grownups alone in a house with walls and curtains covering them up, and it's a guy and a lady, of course, something is bound to happen. So tell us already, how was his action?" Annie smiled softly with an arched brow and immediately, Sophia's face darkened. "Don't even think too far...nothing like that would ever happen. Besides, I'm his SLAVE and I'm afraid you might have forgotten the meaning of that."

The master never allowed anybody pass the night in his chambers and he had actually left the chambers for her and went into his secret room where they were sure he passed the night in. They figured the lady's womanhood must be to enjoyable to receive such treatment from the Master. They wished she wasn't the Master's slave so they could get a taste of her too but they know too well not to temper with any of the Master's s*x slaves. The last guard who had a secrete affair with one of the Master's s*x slave had his manhood cut off and hanged at the entrance of the castle for a warning to other ones. He had died from bleeding and the slave he had the affair with, killed her self before the Mast

“W-what the—" “The wolf dog prefers virgins. Hah, seeing your reaction it must be quite true. You need your maidenhood torn to make you a useless tribute, Chastine. Think about it.” While what the man proposed was logical, it was a matter of ethical dilemma for Chastine. She was indeed a slave since she was brought her to her first master, but she was marketed to be vestal to keep her worth high. Master after master, they had respected that idea. Until she met this fellhound.

"You're faced with a choice now, Slut. The choice for you is quite plain, and quite simple. You've been a very disobedient and unprincipled slave. Cumming without permission is a punishable offense to most dominants. I'm sure your Mistress would be very upset to learn you've been having orgasms without permission. Would you agree?" Slut nodded. "Yes, Miss." "Not Miss; Mistress." Slut gulped. I could see her swallow. "Yes, Mistress." "Since you're so sneaky about it, she'd probably have to put you in chastity garments or some such to ensure you never did it again without her knowledge wouldn't she? You'd never be allowed to pleasure yourself again. Never have another orgasm without strict sup

She licked them clean, then kissed me, letting me taste her. As her breathing returned to normal, she said, "What a Master does with a slave, is no more unfaithful than what a slave does for her Master. If she agrees to be your sex slave and you accept her slavery, you're not having sex with Lisa McManus, neighbor and your wife's friend; you're using a slave as she's meant to be used, without limits. The same rules that apply to a slave apply to the Master. I would be greatly offended and hurt if you were to have sex with another free person, just as you would be if I did anything outside the bounds of my slavery. This is not that. If you have a slave, you must use her. That is her function

she says, her voice cool and calculated. "I can't expect you to meet all my needs. Not when I have so many." She strides to her closet, her hips swaying with a confident swagger. She returns with a small, black box. She opens it, revealing a shiny, metallic chastity cage. The sight of it sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of dread and dark excitement. "You're going to be my little sissy slave," she declares, her voice firm. "Locked away, unable to satisfy anyone but me. You'll watch as I bring other men into our bed, as I fuck them with this strap-on. You'll clean up after us, taste our mingled releases, and beg for more."