Femdom Slave Story Novels & Stories

Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques. Devon's attention was brought back to Dominique when he heard her voice commanding R to fuck her, and do it right or else. Devon smiled as he imagined Dominique beating R for triggering his orgasm too early, R would probably not survive the beating. Dominique had once beaten a slave nearly to death for denying her orgasm. That slave had spent weeks being nursed back to health, and afterwards was more dedicated in pleasuring his master. Devon returned his attention to the files, he had a couple updates to make, and he started on them. Ca

Just imagining it, the floor the woman was sitting on was instantly wet. Maureen has resigned herself to being treated like a bitch for as long as Darren likes their time together. She closed her eyes, finding her own fingers exploring. Her legs folded, holding the tingles down there. Those words were like a mantra asking her to be a total slut. Ben shook Maureen's shoulder, distracting her from her fantasy of being touched. Witnessing the woman's difficulty in control, he considered quickly. Being a dominant aka a master has the power to give orders as long as it does not violate the agreement, they agreed upon at the beginning, and an agreement must be carefully thought out because the sla

Another message popped up on my phone twenty seconds later, ‘You're such a naughty little girl, I will add you to my slave collection, you'd serve me just fine, a true whóre you are’ A small giggle left my mouth, so he wasn't judging me? From our previous chats so far, it was evident this stranger was a dom, and I didn’t know if it was true, but he told me that he owned sèx slaves, true whóres who were only born to worship his supreme cóck. I bet he was lying, that had to be his darkest fantasy he was claiming to be true. I didn’t mind it though, this app was created to confess the darkest things about us that no one knew about. And while our chats excite me and sometimes I even stroked myse

I told Slave as I went over to shut the door and lock it. "That woman knows what a slut you are for me, Slave. I should make you crawl around the club like this when we reopen. I'll let you sit on my cock and fuck me while everyone watches the jewel in your ass. Every man will want to pull it out and replace it with their dick." She made a little whimpering sound. "You like that idea? Me sharing you with the Dom's downstairs?" Slave had stopped eating, listening intently to what I was saying.

I said arms crossed. “If you say so though.Actually the master pays off his slaves after five years”I nodded as she said that.Five years is a long time but I can wait. *** “Erm… master I don’t think I can sleep here tonight”This guy is a seducer,he might end up doing something to me at night.Guys like this can’t be trusted. “Why is that? You are still sick remember?” “I’m not sick anymore I’m perfectly fine” “I still won’t let you go.What if your body chills start to act up again”

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.

My studies have been going well and stress-free, maybe from me dumping all of it deep inside my hot girlfriend's snatch nearly every night. Katie is still on impregnation and pregnancy of course, and has already added bondage to the mix – that was an interesting day when I found my sweet Katie with a riding crop and a stern look telling me, "Mistress want her slave's baby. Now." She didn't quite get that she was supposed to be the dominant one though, since by the end she was telling me she'd be a good little cumdump slave for her Master. She's been getting better at it though.

"FUCK ME LIKE A BOSS! CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!" Dominic was going crazy. He was talking dirty, calling me his "little office slut" and his "forbidden gift." The words made my blood boil. I felt like a wild animal. I started to bounce on him, my hair flying in my face, my moans turning into raw, animalistic growls. "TELL ME!" he roared, his hands digging into my thighs until his fingerprints stayed behind. "WHO IS THE MASTER OF THIS HOUSE TONIGHT?" "YOU! YOU ARE!" I yelled. "FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!"

Camila rolled her eyes, “Uhm, I need her to do something for me…” “She's my slave, so you have no power over her,” he added instantly, and then his eyes landed on me again. “Get. Out!” I squeezed my palm, still not ready to move. “Alpha, I am your consort, and whoever serves you serves me too. I heard she's a designer so I needed her to prepare a dress for me.” Camila's voice was just as pitiful as her face at that moment. I was pushed into telling the alpha king how she slapped me, but I really didn't think it would make sense. She was his consort, and slapping me should be the norm.

Every stroke a claim deeper than skin. "Look at me." She did, tears spilling over. "You do not get to love me like a boyfriend, pet." I kept my rhythm steady, relentless. "You love me like a slave loves her owner. Like a whore loves the cock that ruins her. Say it." "I love you like a slave loves her owner," she gasped, hips rising to meet me. "Like a whore loves the cock that ruins her. I love you, Master. Please." I released her wrists only to cup her face, thumbs wiping tears as I fucked her harder.