Goddess Foot Slave Novels & Stories

The Blind Goddess reminded Fade. "How can you be this cruel?" a pain filled voice answered back. The tears that Fade tried to hold were suddenly released for the world to see. Regrets came together with her guilt. What seemed like a gift from heaven at the start was in fact a venomous snake wrapped in a package made of gold. What Fade thought gave her freedom has instead sealed her doom in a lifetime of slavery. If she could go back to that day, she wouldn't have chosen to accept the words of The Blind Goddess.

And Moon Goddess, he wouldn’t even answer her even when she finished that curious query of hers anyway. Sasha walked to her previous place, the line of the Slaves were perfectly executed. They stood there stiff and sound, arms on the side and face straight as if looking a hundred miles away. As if they are foot soldiers of a mighty King, ready to be deployed to battle without a second thought.

I began as I looked down and paced my fingers along his already trembling shoulders, startled by my frightening presence. "Your mate whom you caused pain, humiliated, and turned her into a slave with your power is Alpha Doris Albert." I paused, my wicked gaze lingering on him as I smirked. "The one known as seen as, and called a worthless decoration is the Goddess of War." I laughed loudly as I felt in my fingers how his body tensed up and shivered as I spoke. "It's shocking, right? I mean who would have thought?" I asked sarcastically, glancing at Mark and Erbort, who were watching with interest with a fulfilled smirk on their faces.

Either s*x slaves, chore slaves, royal slaves and numerous others. Chore slave really is best. Every slave omega is always delighted to be categorized under chore slave. It's less stressful compared to other. Specific chores and not random chores are performed as chore slaves. Chore slavery rescues one from numerous never ending errands and orders from royals. It also rescues one from continous daily rough brutal s*x and defilement. Chore slave really is best but remain undesired. None ever desires slavery not even chore slavery. It's only desired and cherished when trapped within slavery options.

She licked them clean, then kissed me, letting me taste her. As her breathing returned to normal, she said, "What a Master does with a slave, is no more unfaithful than what a slave does for her Master. If she agrees to be your sex slave and you accept her slavery, you're not having sex with Lisa McManus, neighbor and your wife's friend; you're using a slave as she's meant to be used, without limits. The same rules that apply to a slave apply to the Master. I would be greatly offended and hurt if you were to have sex with another free person, just as you would be if I did anything outside the bounds of my slavery. This is not that. If you have a slave, you must use her. That is her function

Even the female slaves began to emulate them, trembling and shouting their reverence. From start to finish, a satisfied smile hung on the lips of the 'Goddess'. However, her expression immediately reverted to normal after a minute, aware that she could not let the yells get into her head since, in all honesty, she was actually in danger.

The nobles stood a way off behind him while the priest directed the temple hands to bring a bowl of water and a cleaning cloth so that Octavius could wash his hands before touching the god's feet. "You can make your confessions now." The words echoed in his ears as he gripped the feet of the gods. He could hear the nobles mumble behind him, it was time they knew that the one they bowed to a woman and crawled to her bed every day before she fed him with her blood. "I am a slave to Ashterah."

said Amar with a smile staring at Axelina's innocent body in front of him right now. Will God give Axelina a chance to be happy, or vice versa? Axelina is forced to be Amar Trixeon's sex slave for the rest of her miserable life.

she saw he just wanted to be silent, not to make her feel like a fool who her knowledge was weak, she needed to know what he was thinking or knew, so she looked seriously and asked, " Opolopo, talk to me, is the girl not who i thought she was? Tell me if i am wrong about her, tell me who Oyinda is now" she looked serious and was really obvious that she must hear what ever Opolopo had in mind concerning the girl in question, he answered by saying " i Opolopo would not call her a goddess, but she is not human also, but the things with that girl is not known by her, she is a good peaceful young innocent beautiful girl, but a god lives inside of her, and that god must be a old enemy, who only p

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.