Gay Chastity Slave Novels & Stories

"Brother, Mr. Stephano has sent the details of the auction, and ummm they sell some special goods." I dropped the file in my hand, and leaned back in my swivel chair as I tapped my fountain pen rhythmically on the armrest, and smirked slightly. "What's so special about their goods?" He coughed a little. "They sell women off as slaves, and I hear they're auctioning one off tonight. She's something according to them." I stopped tapping on the chair, and frowned. "I didn't think Mr. Stephano would be that kind of person."

Kate gulped down her saliva as she sticked her hands into the either sides of her panties before sliding it down the length of her legs. She hated it more than anything that she would have ti be naked infront of this vile man but she'd sucked it in. Afterall, she had agreed to be his sex slave for her freedom from Gordons although this was still hell itself and the man infront of her was just simply the devil's incarnate.

"I, This slave is a lesbian, could I be ... I mean this slave... well I though.. this slave though...well... Alex.. slave Alex is wearing a chastity belt..." "It is a lot of wishes, slave. Even if I granted you a chastity belt, once collared the guards would be allowed to remove it. You will have to learn to service men." "My...This slave's wish is to have slave Alex to help me through my training," asked the shivering Melissa. "How many orgasms did Alex gave you, slave?" "She gave me 6," answered the embarrassed slave to be. "'It', you must say 'it' for a slave."

Mistress mommy continued, "Now obviously neither one of us want to keep you in your slave position, so you will only be required to submit to us when you are referred to as 'slave.' in all other occasions my sweet daughters will act normally, or as normally as a household full of horny lesbians act. Chantel and I have enjoyed a long history of mutual sexual gratification together. We have been having sex, since the two of you first took each other's virginities. I waited until Chantel told me that the two of you had finally sealed the deal, before I made my move on her." "I am so happy that the two of you have each other. I truly think the two of you are meant to be. But now we can have so m

#RULE 6: I WILL WEAR A CHASTITY BELT THAT IS LOCKED AT ALL TIMES, WITH THE ONLY KEY IN THE POSSESSION OF MY MASTER. My heart pounds with anticipation as I lie on my back on the cold, hard table, my wrists and ankles secured to its edges by thick leather straps. I can feel the rough fabric of the tabletop against my bare skin, and the air is thick with the scent of leather and burning candles. I can’t help but shiver with excitement as I glance over at my Master, who stands before me, his dark eyes gleaming in the flickering candlelight.

“You can miss our kids growing up all because you are off to some far away land the church has sent you to.” “I have considered that. But being a servant of the Lord requires sacrifices sometimes,” Chastity explained. “Yes, that’s true,” Caitlin eased out. “Yes, sacrifices like poverty, obedience, and . . . celibacy,” Chelsea stated delicately. “You are dedicating your life to being poor and horny for the rest of your days.” “No, I’m not. Whatever I need God will provide and as far as sex is concerned I can live without it.” “Really?” Caitlin said like she didn’t believe her.

I don't have time to adjust my dress—a piece of black silk slit to the hip, barely held by a studded leather belt—when his hand slams onto my wrist, fingers thick as handcuffs. — Do you think this is some damn garden party, you little slut? His voice, hoarse and deep, glides into my ear like a blade. I don't need to turn around to know who it is. Him. Master Kael. The only man in this club who dares to touch me without being invited. I feel his hot breath against the nape of my neck, his other hand closing around my elbow, his nails digging in just enough to remind me who holds the power here. Not me. Not tonight.

Eve and I are exchanging glances. But suddenly I felt a flare of anger within me when Stefan said, "congratulations, Ethan. Finally, you found your new slave." I shot dragger at him. Slave? I'm not Ethan's slave, I'm his submissive. There is a huge difference between Slave and submissive.

“Yes, I'm ready." Alejandro opened the door and gestured that I should enter first so I did. The room was dark until he turned the lights on. What was inside the room that made my jaw drop? It is filled with sex toys, whips, and some devices that I don't know. As in there are a lot. “I am a dominant, Chloe and you are here to be my slave."

Old master Slegh narrowed his eyes as he looked into the distance “She is vain and conceited; she will not want to be a slave especially under the cousin she despises the most. Also, entice her with a promise of marriage, this time, make it more tangible.” “How?” Caster wrinkled his brows in disgust “Father you have to be barking mad to suggest that I marry her… a slave girl whom I am almost tired of playing with.” “Play… play… play… all you know is to play around all day…” Old master Slegh scolded as he flung the cup on his desk at Caster.