Novel & Cerita Gay Bdsm Slave Stories

I also advised her to lower her voice so that we do not attract more attention than what we seem to be already. A particular table had two men sitting leisurely on their chairs but with a man and a woman naked kneeling before them, right in front of their wide spread thighs. I had no doubt the two down on their knees on the floor were slaves and the two men at the table were their masters. And by the looks of it, these two were a couple. A homosexual couple who also enjoys another gender in their circle. I did not need to see what they were doing in the dark, under the table, but it did not need any expertise to say that the man and woman slaves were giving their masters a head on each. Alth

The slave's rules and expectations: written by The Dominant specifically for The Slave -You will do as I say without hesitation -You will do everything in your power to obey me -You do not touch me without my explicit consent -You do not masturbate or cum without my permission, I am in charge of your pleasure and I may choose to give you it or not at any time -You do not speak without being spoken to first (during any bdsm activity, in public this does not apply) -You will call me Master and nothing else unless we are in public -You are my property now, I can do whatever I want to you unless you need to safeword -I will not remind you of your safewords so know you can always use them. If you

The sound of each smack sends waves of pleasure through me. Smack Smack My breath becomes heavier and my moans grow louder with each strike. I just love it, and I’m so damn aroused that my bud is pulsing. All I desire now is to have his slender fingers rubbing my wetness. “Get up.” He orders, pulling down my skirt. “But I want you to rub me, Alexander.” I plead, and he looks at me with a smirk on his face. “Bad girls don’t get the pleasure, the only thing they get is the lesson.” He grasps my hair and yanks it before whispering in my ear in a pure domineering tone, “When I’m punishing you, you’ll call me Master.”

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

he’d said with that innocent smile before he kissed me goodbye. If only he knew how badly his “boys” were already affecting me. I lay sprawled on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom—the one I was supposed to share with Liam—completely naked, legs spread wide, sweat glistening on my skin. The room smelled like sex and vanilla body lotion. My laptop was propped up on a pillow, playing one of my favorite gangbang videos on mute. The screen showed a petite girl like me getting absolutely destroyed by four huge cocks, double penetration, throat fucking, cum leaking from every hole. My right hand was busy slamming a thick, veiny 9-inch dildo deep into my dripping pussy while my left hand fran

I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"

Finally, the slave looked up into his daddy's eyes and said, "Daddy, I don't like being fucked. It hurts and I can feel the men cumming inside me. It makes me feel like I'm less than a man to be treated like this. I'm not gay and I don't want to be made to service men's sexual desires." With that, the slave bowed his head in shame hoping that he had performed well. Brandon and Matt smiled at each other as they watched the young slave try to remember how to react as he would have as a free boy and then draw back into his training as a slave fuckboy. The two friends knew they were going to have a lot of fun with this boy. The men hardly noticed when Jacob had finished and John had taken his sp

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

If someone could spend 50 million dollars just to get me then they might want my body parts for more money. I was escorted to the backseat of a car and I waited there for whoever purchased me. I mean just the thought of me being a slave or sex slave to some old, ugly, fat, short, dirty man sent chills down my spine. What if he requests for a blowjob right inside this car, right now, what do I do? Tell him I don't have any experience or tell him to go fuck himself? He might end me! ‘No no no, stop such thoughts Lily!’, I warned myself.

This was everything she'd jerked off to—real, raw, and happening right in front of her. As her eyes darted around, taking in more of the chaos, the acts only got wilder. Over by the staircase, someone had a string of anal beads buried deep in their partner's ass, a curvy guy on all fours, moaning like a whore as his dominant pulled them out slowly, one fat bead at a time. Each pop elicited a sharp scream of pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking pre-cum onto the floor as his hole gaped and winked invitingly. The dominant, a tall woman in nothing but heels, smirked, leaning down to lick around the stretched rim before pushing the beads back in, starting the torment over.