Gay Foot Slave Novels & Stories

He tugged on my collar, bringing me back to standing. "Well, gentlemen, here is our prodigal slave. But not really returning to us. She's found greener pastures, so she's breaking the contract she had with us. Eighteen men weren't enough, so she's going where her legs will never be closed, her cunt will never be empty, her ass will be perpetually sore. For the next two years, her mouth will be used for two things - eating food and sucking cock." It was Master Barry. He had been the Master of Ceremonies at the second gang bang. I wished it was Master Chris.

“I admire your strength. I was once like you too but now I stab myself when someone orders me to. Let’s wait and see where this stubbornness will get you to.” “You wait and see,” Maryanne said before turning to me. Look at you, you were willing to whore out yourself at the first chance. You think it’ll get you favors, don’t you? I’m pretty sure all the slave girls have tried it. I wonder why you think you’ll be the special one.” No one dignified that with a response. Kayla who had already wrapped a bandage around her thigh started to walk out. Letty stood up. “Let’s get out of here and get over with your induction.”

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

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.

I fist my palm as I try not to let it take over me. " Oh, but you are... You are a fucking slut and I ... And I am your master. Do you understand?" My voice heavy and low as I wheeze. I never believed in this shit of master and slaves. I am involved in a lot of things that are twisted , illegal, and immoral in the eyes of the general.

I should have shooted a video of Mr Kingston on that situation with a hash tag. #I just ripped ceo slash mafia king's pants. Oh! that sounds too vulgar. I cluchted my tummy and laughed so hard. He might be covering his ass with his palms to get inside his room. The sight was so funny. It's fun to annoy the CEO slash mafia.

She screeched. “A slave? Why would you call her that odd title? Was she born as a slave ? Why are you this harsh towards Gigi?” Jade questioned, standing up to her. “A slave is a slave, girl. She isn’t even a maid but a Rogue slave, heeeeww!!” She sneered. “Juliet can you just shut it, it’s starting to get annoying. Was she the one responsible for the match matching? Then why do you need to pass the aggression on her.” She questioned.

floozies. ‘Why should it matter?’ she’d argued with herself a thousand times in the middle of the night while she lay alone and he was off tending to his companion du jour. ‘What we have is so much deeper than sex…’ God! It was all so desperate… So delusional and terribly, gut-wrenchingly pathetic. Addison held a shoe in each hand now, like potential weapons, and she allowed herself a grim moment of amusement as she watched Andrey’s ever-calculating gaze move to the sharp stiletto heels immediately as if he joined her in imagining her sinking them deep into his jugular.

Kayla cried as her backhand was mercilessly scrunched by the strappy maid's foot encased in heels. "So, Kayla, if you want to live, you need to present your sister in front of the Alpha, do you get that?!" The maid thundered at her. Kayla was shaken by the maid's words. She thought, "Tonight was supposed to be the night of fun! I thought by selling Skyla as a slave for one night will make my existence in Whitney's gang as a permanent thing but what the f*ck is happening to me?!'"

"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