Gay Feet Slave Novels & Stories

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

he stared at me passionately, his eyes craving for my reaction but I was just numb trying to process where all this was leading to. "I can still achieve my revenge through you. Rather than killing you, I've got other plans. I'm gonna make you pay for the atrocities of your father and you are gonna take all the afflictions for your pack, from now on, you are my slave." Venom dripped in every syllables of his words but I could care less for now. Only four words reverberated in my head and settled rent free in it; ~you are my slave~

Both Brandon and Matt preferred straight free boys anyway, but having the opportunity to secure the ownership and full use of this particular boy was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Having this boy at their mercy and serving their needs and desires, though he was only a slave fuckboy and therefore had no choice in the matter, had both gay men looking forward to fucking and using the boy for a long time to come. Matt wasn't exactly in a dry spell when it came to seducing or enticing straight boys to tend to his needs and desires, and neither was Brandon. But having this particular boy was just a definite perk. Both gay men had already considered sending the boy's former father a tape o

It was too good to be true that she would have such a big and beautiful room, Greta's brow furrowed in confusion at her question, "yes it is, is there anything lacking?" "No, not at all" Ariana rushed to reassure her, "it's just that it's too beautiful to belong to a slave" Greta smiled with relief, "freshen up and have some rest" she said simply as she turned to leave, Ariana quickly stopped her, "I have something to ask you?" Greta turned and waited in silence, "I just wanted to know what it is like being Dylan Sabastine's slave" she averted her eyes as she await an answer, her heart pounding and her body tensed, Greta looked at her with something akin to pity, "being his slave because you

" Then, if she is your sex slave, why do you need me? To think that I am sharing my man with this nanny, I feel revolted. The idea doesn't sit well with me. It is sickening. " With a displeased look," Why are you spoiling our steamy mood by talking about that worthless trash? You are so beautiful and appealing, how can I sleep with you after sleeping with her? I would rather masturbate than sleep with her. She is not fit to wash my shoes. In fact, she is an A-class sl*t. She has slept with countless men before. When I married her, she was not a virgin. To secure a business deal for her father's company, she spread her legs to various shareholders." As if pleased with his discovery, Gael cont

"It's okay. I'm here to tell you to get yourself ready. I have another customer for you. Listen, slave, I want a good job from you. No mistake. No yelling or swearing. If you do not heed my instructions, you are going to suffer. I will make you suffer. Do I make myself clear? He tells me. I'm disappointed. "I can see you are displeased even without meeting the customer yet." You dare to show me that you are displeased with my arrangement. Mr. Garcia, you are no longer a free man. You are my slave and my customer's toys. Your duty is to serve them well. Don't you dare show me your bitterness again? Only if you want to be my lion's food, then you are free to act funny. "I don't want to serve a

"Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time." I moaned loudly, my legs spreading for his fingers, my arms going around his neck and kissing his chest as he finger fucked me. My Master made me cum in front of them, for their viewing pleasure. Once again, I felt like the slutty slave girl seducing the sales clerk, Gwen, or the needy, pathetic slave who enticed Sharon to ease my suffering; all of them strangers to me except for Lisa and Zoe and I felt so wanton, such a slave.

I panicked. "What's that?" Perhaps not being allowed to get an education was every slaves worst disadvantage. "The liquid, I release while we're having sex to make sure you're moist enough." He explained. I immediately felt afraid. "You're not pregnant, precum is usually dead sperm cells. Trust me, I want to but.." "I should probably leave before I get in more trouble." Regret was suddenly dawning onto me. I was scared, I was playing with fire. If anything ever happened, Master William would get a pat on the back while I felt all the shame and took all the punishment.

“My bad. I’m happy to be one of his sex slaves. Unlike you, does it look like I care who he sleeps with? I’m just here for fun. You hardly have fun, Mrs. James. Learn to enjoy some fun every once in a while.” Gab paused then paused to whisper something in her ear lobes. “I can hook you up sometime. I know some really stud and hulky-looking guys. They make dry bones come alive with an abundance of wetness. I can get you one of those.” By now, Gab walked back to sit comfortably on Mr James’ lap – smoothening his semi-hardness. “Young lady, you had better come untie me. Or are you afraid of what I’d do to you?”

"And soon they will think that by going after you, they can get to me. They'll think they can use you to weaken me, to force my hand. You have ignited something you don't understand." I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t breathe. “What do you think I should do? Hmm? Maybe I should give you out to them to avoid a mafia war between two cartels, don't you think?" I stiffened, every muscle in my body locking up. What..? “No,” I whispered before I could stop myself, my voice trembling. “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!”