Gay Feet Slave Novels & Stories

“Your body is mine.” My stomach twisted. I shook my head once. His grip tightened, fingers digging into my cheeks until tears burned the corners of my eyes. “Do you want me to show them what happens to disobedient little slave pets, Zoe?” “No, Mr. Gatsby,” I whispered. His lips curved. “Then obey.” He ripped the robe from my body, baring my naked frame to every pair of hungry eyes in the club. My arms instinctively tried to cover my breasts. Then he bent me over the nearest table, pulled the belt free from his waist, and brought it down hard on my ass. I gasped, tears spilling, heat pooling low in my stomach.

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.

Her mouth felt dry and she tried to lick her lips. "That's where you're wrong Maeve. Your being happy is very important. A happy slave means a happy Master." He caught her mouth dropping open out of the corner of his eye. "You're my girl, baby. You belong to me. That makes me your Master and you my slave." "But you're Daddy." "Yes, I'm your Daddy and you're my baby, but there's no difference really. It's just in the way we see it that makes it seem different."

The black hair fell to her waist, the white skin dyed red, her luscious breasts, and the nervous eyes looking at him. And when Agatha slowly spread her legs, Brett saw the juice dripping on her pussy. ‘She’s getting wet,’ Brett thought. Agatha’s face was filled with embarrassment, but her body reacted to Brett’s words. For the first time, Brett was happy that he bought Agatha as his slave, and she should obey everything he says. “That’s right, Agatha. Your appearance right now is very sexy,” saying this, Brett pulled down his shorts and grabbed his c*ck.

They thought I saved my mother for my own benefit. "Luna, since when did you care about what others will say?" Gia asked. My brows furrow at what she said. Took at her with pure confusion in my eves. "I always care about what others think, Gia." | shakes my head. "was not born in a royal or wealthy family. I was a slave. In the world I lived in, no one taught me to held my chin up high despite the what others will say in my face," I explained.

"I understand you more than anyone in this one, I know that the main reason why you don't want a maid is because it was a maid who poison your mom and that makes you hate anything that has to do with maids but......" Keith stood up angrily and slapped Sofia "Don't you dare say that again?? Keith barked at her Sofia held her cheeks and was almost crying Keith sigh and looked at Sofia "Sofia am sorry for slapping you,I....." Keith pleaded but Sofia ran out of his room in annoyance Keith sat on the bed and used his palm to cover his face,he checked under his bed and brought out a box,he opened it and the first thing was his mom picture,he picked it and kissed it softly

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

"That wasn't a nightmare, Gwen. That was reality. You are stuck here forever." "I want to bargain, then," she said and now she saw both men's interest was piqued although she could see how the two of them were looking at her as though waiting for her to try and give her best shot. What she learned from talking to Henrietta earlier is that she has a choice. And if Hades won't give it to her for some fucked up pact he made with her parents many years ago, she would try and negotiate. "I will do the service," she said and she was surprised to hear her own voice not trembling. "I will be your slave and you use me whenever or wherever you want."

Rayne As I scrub the floors of the Grand Hall clean, I ask myself an important yet heartbreaking question: Will I ever get out of here? From the time of my birth, I've been a slave. A slave to the MoonWater pack. I've never had the opportunity to be anything else. My mother was a slave, which makes me a slave, too. She wasn't born a slave, but that doesn't matter here. They don't care that she was sold into slavery by her own mate—my father—to pay off a debt he had with some ruthless men. They never took pity on her. Not once.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR (24) (Lustful desires) "What do you mean by you don't touch pregnant women?" "Hey! I will double the pay" he heard her argue "Good! just kill Stephanie and you get your money" Jason froze instantly His face truned pale as he stood behind the door in shock, he was still trying to process what he just heard, his ears ach from the bad words that just poured in, things he never expected, things like this are what the average African will call an Abomination, something that should never be thought of or talked about.