Gay Foot Slave Novels & Stories

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

Regan shouted at Luke, ′′So how is that? I'll make you now my slave here Kyla. Would you mind if I ask you to give me water?" Regan ordered me, while I was just looking at Helix, hoping he winked at me, that's the signal of pretending but he just ignored me. I just stood up and obeyed the command of the gay bisexual Regan! It feels great to beheaded someone! If only I wasn't able to be patient maybe this would be deads!

“Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

She sniffed and glanced up to her father who looked less concerned smoking from his pipe. "How could you father, how could you be so cruel to give me out in slavery to the hands of that beast Master of Guthram clan father" Galane cried furiously wiping the tears streaming down her eyes. "Don't ask me such stupid question; Tell me, Of what use are you to me? You are not a male and you worth nothing here" If I should leave you, you would get married soon to a useless man and become someone's property so I have to make use of you and make money from you" her father shrieked.

“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.

"I'm scared and ashamed, Domina." "Elaborate." "If you'd suggested to me this morning I would find myself in this position because I'd cum while being whipped, I'd never have believed it. The fact I could makes me ashamed. Now I'm afraid I might be like you, Domina; a slave." "I'm not ashamed of being a slave, though I can see why you might think it's shameful. I'm proud to be a sex slave. It's been the most rewarding time of my life. I'm the happiest I've ever been. Why should you be any different?"

He was gay. "Are you that disgusted with me that you puke? Do you know how hard I saved just to have you? It's like a dream come true when I heard you were taken away by the sex master guards," he had said. "Enough," I had yelled. "You want to have me, you disgusting piece of trash. Take a look at yourself. You stink, and your breath smells like a rotten dead rat." "Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a mere slave. Right now, I'm your master," he had declared.

At his command, I’ll jump on him and show him just why I'm the bad guy. “You’re no longer my client, Nora.” He presses forward. “You’re my slave. My pretty dirty slave.” I shut my eyes, enjoying a good humiliation. “Yes, master.” When my eyes flash open, he’s smiling. Eyes dark with suppressed need. “Worship my feet.” The mention of it makes my clit throb. Like a hungry dog, I creep forward, hands up. I’d hate to stain them and mess up his clean edible foot. Gently taking his perfect foot in my hand, I delicately trace the outline, drinking in the sheer size of it.