Femdom Slave Story Novels & Stories

Tears dripped down my face and I sit in the bed. THEODORE. That is the part I do not want to see about her, I hate to see her cry but I have to scare her , I hate that I had to say all of those words to her because I do not see her as my slave , I see her as a wife, as someone so dear to my heart. I walk to her and sit beside her, I kiss her on the lips and she stood up. “ Leave me alone, I agree that I am your slave and I can’t go anywhere, I agree I belong to you but you can go to your so call baby mama, defend her and take me for a liar” she said.

She went on, "I was just wondering. You said you were taken here too." Henrietta finished arranging her stuff before she turned to her. "I was indeed taken her but it wasn't against my will." She knew about it but she never really knew the whole story. And perhaps Henrietta read on her face that she wanted to hear it that she sighed and faced her fully. "Back in the human world, I was a slave, Guinevere," she started. Guinevere's brows furrowed as she looked at Henrietta.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

"Look at Lucia. Is she less competent than you'd expect because she's a slave? She beat you in a sparring match despite your training, height and reach advantage. I know slaves who are deputies, lawyers, run successful businesses. The deputy sheriff told me she knew an FBI agent who was a sex slave. All of them are competent, capable, strong women, who enjoy their slavery. Being a slave has nothing to do with ability or capability. You're not less than you were because you could cum from a whipping." I ran a hand over her magnificent ass, then a finger lightly through the crease. She shivered again. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" "No, Domina." "I think I'd like my Master to fuck you

Then she saw Sir Dan do something that shocked her. He stopped a lovely full figured blond with thick curly hair cascading around her ample shoulders and breasts. She stood still with her eyes down as he put his hands on her titties and squeezed them a little. Camilla could tell that it was affecting the slave when she saw her close her eyes and open her lips a little. Then Sir made the slave kneel with her knees apart. Once she did that he grabbed her hair and bent her head all the way back to the floor causing her unprotected pussy to move forward and open for all the other Doms to see.

I scratch the back of my neck, “Wow, I didn’t see that coming.” “Man, you don’t owe me any favors, that girl right there is your payment to me. Beth loves her already. She coddles her, but in bed, she is a true Domme to our new little slave. Me, on the other hand, I will be her Master twenty-four-seven. Fuck, having a sub and a slave is my dream come true!”

Belladonna snapped as Dominic seized her hand and dragged her toward the bed. “You should know that starting tonight, you have to be my sex slave, and you can’t leave this room without my permission.” Dominic yanked her arm hard and pushed her forcefully until she fell onto the bed. She screamed, trying to roll over, but he pinned her down before she could get away.

"Ok, here's the deal, if you can get me hard, and will ride me, I'll give you every little detail." Which she did, and I did. Our lovemaking was gentle and conversational, although I could tell she was getting worked up. "So what's this slave thing?" she asked me as I was finishing the part where I deflowered Lisa's ass. "I figure she wears the pants in that family and is looking for a strong man to dominate her a bit. She tells me she'll be my slave on demand." Sheri was still rocking back and forth on my semi-hard dick, and I was fondling her beautiful breasts. Lisa's were nice, but Sheri's were wonderful.

She wept lowly knowing she would be the one to face her husband's punishment as Master Damien never punished his offenders. He slew them and their family become his slaves and serve him. If you are lucky enough to attract him, you would be turned into his sex slave. But in her case, she already knew he does not sleep with married women so her punishment would be to work in the farmlands day and night with little food. If you were lucky enough, you would survive but if you were not, you die and your dead body would be thrown into the blood river. Master Damien stepped into the room and glanced at the woman who was tied to a poll, Such a disgrace that her stupid husband went against his words.

I know I am again daydreaming but I love this dream. “Emelia, would you like to listen to my stories? I mean, continue that story.” I am a little surprised. I do not think this is the right time to continue with the torture story but if he wants to tell, I do not want to stop him either because I do not really have many chances to ask him to tell me his story. After all, I am only his slave and I do not have much power. I know that.