Novel & Cerita Gay Foot Slave

And then he said something that made my blood run cold. “If it wasn't for Ethan’s money and his sexual urge, do you think that you would have any importance?” He asked, his eyes staring deep into me like he could see my fears. How fast my soul shattered with his words. My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The word “master” echoed in my mind, the weight of it suffocating me. How many people knew? How many had figured it out? That I had become a sex slave and I no longer held the pride that made me Chloe Hathway. I used to be known as an untouchable woman.

“I am irritated, what do you mean by homophobic I am offended by this…how could you treat him like a sex slave because of a debt!” She yelled. “He is clearly enjoying it..what is your problem?” Antonio smirked. He grabbed the man's hair again and fix him back to his crotch. “Clean up your mess you fool”. The young man was shaking all over,he immediately started licking him off. Angela saw him thrust the sex toy slowly in and out of the man's stuffed anus,the young man moaned and asked for more. Angela closed her eyes in horror. “Stop the car right away I am done..I can't do this anymore”.

He suddenly cried when Kayson was about 20 meters away, “Mr. Yarde, wait!” Kayson paused and turned back. “Anything else?” Gael was burned all over, but it was like he felt no pain as he stood up directly and declared, “I’d like to work for you, Mr. Yarde. Will you give me a chance?” Kayson froze and repeated blankly, “You want to work for me?” He then asked in confusion, “You finally got your freedom, and you still want to stay under someone’s influence?” Gael shook his head. “I’m someone who knows nothing but martial arts practice. I don’t know how to do anything else aside from this.

"Please let me remain with you, even if as your slave…" He then tried reaching out his mud-covered hand to touch my clean dress, but Kael immediately kicked him away in disgust. He sent him crashing back against a stone pillar. The sound of his ribs breaking was very audible. I straightened up and slowly walked over to Gabriel, who lay there in a boneless heap. I knelt to look at him like I was looking at nothing but trash. "My slave?" I gripped him by his chin. "You think far too highly of yourself, Gabriel Blackhound."

I try to be enthusiastic as I can but the thought of where he's been walking keeps crossing my mind and making me retch slightly. Master suddenly walks past me and I cower slightly at his heavy footsteps. He closes the front door and I hear him stand behind my ass. I'm only wearing paint covered shorts and a tank top so Master must be able to see the bottom of my asscheeks. "I'm disappointed slave. You were an hour late, do you not want to come to the club?" He asks and I quickly answer. "No! I want to go to the club with you Master I want you to fuck me!" I beg but I feel his boot hit my leg to shut me up.

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.

“Call me what you want, do what you please but never insult my husband again, do you hear me?” He froze. For the first time, his smirk falling and replacing, replaced by something I couldn’t read. Then he scoffed. “Husband? What husband? You’re barely his concubine. You haven’t even been touched by him. You’re nothing but a sex slave. You can’t—” “I don’t care what you think.” My voice cracked but I rose to my feet on trembling legs. I pushed my shoulders back, lifting my chin. “I said what I said.”

No longer able to resist even the girl’s slightest command I screamed out the words, not caring that we were in a public place, not caring if more people had come to the pool. ” I’m your slave. I’M YOUR SLAVE SARA. I’ll do ANYTHING for you. I’m your slut slave…You OWN me !” I couldn’t stop. I wanted this girl. Sara pushed her newest conquest back and then rubbed her foot across my naked pussy, watching me become more and more excited. ” Now kiss that foot, slave girl.” I started sucking the young girl’s toes, mumbling uncontrollably as I did, ” Slave…slave…slave…Sara’s slave…Sara’s slave….”

Pre-cum leaked over our toes, making everything slippery. Paris straddled his lap facing us, grinding her pussy on his abs while reaching down to add her hand, jerking him between our feet in a messy, perfect hand-foot combo. “You like that, baby?” she purred. “Three sluts jerking your big dick with everything we’ve got?” Van’s head fell back. “Fuck yes… don’t stop.”

he drawled, like this was some sort of business deal instead of my entire life being sold off. I ignored him, lips pressed into a thin line, but the silence only seemed to amuse him more. His mouth curved wider, slow and cruel, like he enjoyed the taste of my dread. “Don’t sulk, little menace. You should be honored. Out of all the worthless wolves, I chose you.” Honored? I wanted to laugh in his face. Instead, my nails dug crescents into the paper, the words Omega Slave blurring under my grip. “Why’d I want to be your slave?” I asked, finally finding my voice.