Guided Masterbation Novels & Stories

The offer was intoxicating. "I… need time to consider," I managed. Zac nodded, sliding a business card across the table. "Decide within three days. Remember, true geniuses aren't meant to be confined—they're meant to soar." I stepped out into the night, gazing at the full moon. My mind had already made up its decision. Three days later, I met Zac again and formally accepted his investment proposal. As we talked, I realized he was far more than an ordinary venture capitalist. In the tech world, he was a renowned "Midas Touch," having successfully backed multiple unicorns.

It proved how perfectly their domains contained the battle, as not a whisper of their clash escaped. The power of a Grandmaster's domain was terrifying. Within it, every ounce of energy could be directed with pinpoint precision. Without the domain's suppression, that single exchange would have reduced the entire street to rubble. Ashton remarked, "Five steps back? Not bad. You're new to this level, aren't you? Still stabilizing your core. But the fact that you withstood that punch... it speaks to your monstrous talent." He gave a casual wave of his hand. "So, what's it going to be? We can keep going, or you can just tell me what I want to know. You already see the truth—you're no match for m

His hands slowly roam lower to her breast and squeezed one of them before moving to the other. "Isabella..." Mateo muttered before his hands start trailing down from Isabella's breasts to between her legs. "M-Mateo, ugh...." Isabella whined as Mateo's mouth begins to wander southwards towards her inner thighs. She couldn't help but moan with pleasure when his fingers began to toy with her clit gently, and Mateo's tongue swiped her folds. After what feels like forever to him, Mateo stopped and lifted his head to gaze at Isabella.

This is the ninth year Dante and I have honored the Month of No Masters. The Corinni family's heir apparent believes this will make our relationship last longer. For one month after our dating anniversary each year, he is free, and we stay out of each other's lives. If either of us finds someone more suitable, we are to wish them well. If not, we go back to the way things were after a month. Around me, the men of the family are spraying champagne with abandon.

It felt good to bring people together for something so pleasurable. Although, to be honest, another part of me felt guilty. Growing up in a strict Roman Catholic household taught me that sex outside of marriage is bad. Masterbation is bad. Basically I was going to Hell. I started masterbating when I was in 7th grade. I remember the build up of want and need in my core. My clit being so sensitive I was scared to touch it. And my mom walking in on me trying to figure out how to get any sort of release.

I panicked. "What's that?" Perhaps not being allowed to get an education was every slaves worst disadvantage. "The liquid, I release while we're having sex to make sure you're moist enough." He explained. I immediately felt afraid. "You're not pregnant, precum is usually dead sperm cells. Trust me, I want to but.." "I should probably leave before I get in more trouble." Regret was suddenly dawning onto me. I was scared, I was playing with fire. If anything ever happened, Master William would get a pat on the back while I felt all the shame and took all the punishment.

In my mind, I can already see Kendrick and Dylan punishing me, the way they would and how I would beg them to let me go and I know my Master realizes how much it makes me even wetter. "You're dripping." My Master let out a low chuckle that vibrated my whole body as he pulled me tighter against himself, making me now feel how turned on he is. "Soon, very soon you will feel me deeply... But now, use your left hand to masturbate. Because you're the main show, so they want to see you." I obeyed, like the good sub I am, I began to masturbate, putting three fingers in at once and moving them quickly in and out. The wet sound of slapping skin seems to echo and be carried by the wind, as I know my t

He stands up and steps back, admiring the sight of me spread before him. Then, without warning, he presses a vibrator against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. He starts it on low, slowly building up the intensity, and I arch my back off the table, my fingers digging into the leather straps. “Please, Master,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of the vibrator. “Let me come.”

The lace-like material made it very transparent and anyone could clearly see our intimate areas. The Madams nodded in satisfaction as they observed us. “Tonight, some of you will get new masters, but that’s not the end. You have a 2-month probation period. Your masters can do whatever they choose to do with you. If after 2 months, they're pleased with you, then you become their permanent property. If not, you will be returned here, and your lives will be 10 times worse.” Madam Naomi's words sent a chill down my spine.

When I try coming up to look and see where we are at, he shoves me back down, “Don’t worry where we are at sweet girl. You just worry about getting your Master off.” I put all my effort into giving him the perfect blow job as he dominates my head. I’m squeezing my thighs together because I’m so turned on at the treatment that I could almost come from it. He must notice because he slaps my ass, "Open those legs sweet girl and don’t you come. Your Masters have plans for you later, and you’re going to want to save all your orgasms for then.” I whimper...