Female Chastity Slave Novels & Stories

He hate how she can make him feel bad for a moment. "I realized that I have no right to explain myself more to you because I'm just your slave, someone that you bought with your money. But..." she paused and take a deep breath before continued. "You are wrong, master..." Isaac furrowed his eyebrows and raised his gaze at her. "I'll never be a gold digger. You might think that I am a whore, master, because you didn't really know me," she continued, trying to hold back her tears. Her chest tighten, when she saw him chuckle sarcastically.

He muttered "I do not want to know the kind of image you have of me, yes, I am a rejected mate but is it my fault?, And the fact that I am a slave doesn't mean that I will stoop so low to sleep with just anyone, even if he rejected me as his mate, I am still his personal slave" Daciana poured with anger vibrating from her body. She had imagined this happening but she didn't think it will happen too soon. "Oh you mean his sex slave Luna?" Carey added, he looked around to make sure no one was near by to see him and grabbed her waist with one hand and the other firmly placed on her bare back.

“I don’t want to go back there. Please, I'll do anything for you. I’ll be your slave, your toy, your property…anything! Just tell me!” “You can own me, use me, keep me locked in a fucking cage if that’s what you want. Just please don't send me back.” For a moment he didn’t blink,.didn’t move. His fury radiated from him like heat off a burning building. "You think spreading your legs will make things right? You think offering yourself is enough to fix this war you have started?” “But you're powerful and influential, Aziel King. You can protect me. You can end this. And I'll do anything for it. I'll be your...your slave, your sex partner, whatever you want, whenever you want. Just...please.”

Women who were fertile were often the ones who sold the best among other slave owners. Resisting reproduction was very common in the slave commune. Other slave men and women practiced abstinence often with the intention of denying their master any human capital. It deprived our owners of future property and profit. I was afraid Elliot would refuse to have a child as a way of following this well known fashion. I was already pregnant and I needed to make this as fast as I could. I was disgusted with myself.

He just had that fantasy of breaking me into pieces because he believed that he owned me one way or the other. Now I made a mistake of allowing him to have access to my body and I was sure that he would not stop there. He was going to make it a routine and I didn't think I could keep up with any of that because then it would mean that I was also agreeing to become his sex slave.

I whispered, shaky, “Why me? Why are you doing this? You can’t be serious about… marrying me.” For one breath, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes. But then he shoved me back. My shoulder hit the wall. The slap came fast, sharp, ringing through the room. My cheek burned. “You should be grateful,” he said, his voice cold enough to freeze the air. “I’m elevating you from slave to wife.” My heart thrashed in my chest. His mouth curled into a cruel smile. “I’ll have my lawyer draft a contract. You’ll sign it. You’ll be my wife and my property forever.”

"Why not?" "I-it's not done by..." she whispered softly, then fell off in a groan, both from the sensation and from the sudden wave of understanding. It wasn't done by women of repute...good women...wives. It was done by whores...or by slaves. He made it so easy to forget what she really was. She felt a lump in her throat and squeezed shut her eyes. "Well?" She nodded faintly. "You-you're right Master." She choked out, then added in a hoarse whisper, "I'll...try."

He stood up to his chair and leaned closer to me, I kept my posture right because my heart was beating so fast. "300,000 for your work as Secretary but let's make it 1 million per month if you work with me as a Slave and my toy," he whispered to my ear and licked it, making chills go down my spine. "What do you think? It's enough for your Mother, Ms. Olivia."

The wet sounds of my mouth on her, the slap of my hips, her nails digging into my back while she moaned like a dirty slut for me. My fist pumped faster. Pre-cum poured from the slit, dripping onto the bathroom floor in thick strings. I spat into my palm and stroked harder, the slick, sound of it filling the small room. I thought about how her pussy used to grip me, hot and already soaked, clenching every time I bottomed out. How she’d beg for it deeper, harder, while those perfect tits bounced with every thrust. I wanted to paint them. Wanted to come all over those soft mounds, watch my cum drip down the valley between them, smear it into her skin until she was shiny and marked.

I whispered, my voice already husky with need. Two maids entered and unchained me. They bathed me gently but thoroughly, their hands lingering on my breasts and between my legs as they washed away the dried cum. They dressed me in a scandalously short black dress that barely covered my ass, with a deep plunging neckline that showed off my tits and no underwear. The thick leather collar with Isabella’s initials remained locked around my throat, and they added silver nipple clamps connected by a thin chain that tugged deliciously with every movement. A small remote-controlled vibrator was slipped inside my pussy, set to low, making me moan softly as it buzzed against my sensitive walls. “You l