Romans & histoires Harem Master

"You must promise that you will never again sell yourself into such slavery. Find a job as a cook, marry for love, and raise children whom you will devote your life to." "I promise I will never again sell my body in such a manner," she replied to him breathlessly. Her bosom almost did jump from between her laces before he pulled them back together. It startled her, but only for a split second. Then she startled him by hugging him. She stepped back as though someone had pinched her out of a beautiful dream she had not wanted to leave. "But, Sire," she said cautiously, "Madame will not let me leave just because a hooded man says so."

"Do you really like being shared with other men?" "I do, sir. It converges with some of my deepest and most erotic fantasies. I began this journey because Master noticed me reading reverse harem novels. Are you familiar with them?" "Yes, he discussed it when he first talked to me about what you were doing." "They strike a deep chord with me. To be put in submission and submit to men who desire to master me and put me in chains. Perhaps I'm partly exhibitionist, because I'm as aroused as I can be when I'm placed on the auction block and inspected by potential buyers like a piece of meat, not knowing who will purchase me and what they'll do to me once they own me. Master was willing to fulfill

“As much you hate it, Omegas are the lowest of the hierarchy. You know this. We are somehow created to be under those who are higher than us. Alphas and Betas alike, they have the inborn mentality that we are nothing but the sex-slaved child bearer they can have at their disposal.” That alone triggers way deeper inside him. But this time, more on the hatred towards these scumbags and not to himself. “But remember, we are not just Omegas. You are not just an Omega.” He breathes deeply and tries to absorb that but fails miserably. “How can you say that when you just pointed out everyone's mentality about us?” “Have you ever lost control of your beliefs during sex?” That made him gulp. “A-As mu

I asked, in surprise. I knew some mafia Lords don't have an harem, they instead make use of a mistress. A pretty woman who has to serve them sexually for a long period of time, the mistress doesn't bed anyone except from the master's who own them. And this mistresses are forever ones. If they conceive and bear a male child for their masters. They might be privilege to take over has the queen. This mistress looks like a rival, I've always heard about this mistresses and they are always extremely beautiful. What am I even saying, why would I see her as rival. She can be the queen for all I care.

Master wakes up with a jump and he grabs my hair tightly and pulls my head up to look at me. "Don't do that again. I didn't give you permission to touch me," he says firmly and I notice he's grabbing the bedsheet tightly with his other hand. "I'm sorry Master, I was trying to give you a surprise," I say gently and he lets out a sigh. "Go on then, make me cum and I won't punish you," he says and lets go of my hair. I move my head back to his dick and take it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head. Master groans and holds my hair again, his hand pushing me all the way down his dick so I choke. A horrible gag fills my throat but I keep sucking to make Master feel good.

I could hear their breathy moans and whimpers as I approached, their anticipation palpable. I stood at the foot of the bed, surveying my kingdom. They were all there, my ten beautiful queens, waiting for me to claim them. And claim them I would, over and over again, until the sun rose and the world outside my window came to life. But for now, it was just me and my harem, lost in a world of pleasure and pain, where the only thing that mattered was the Master's will. I smiled, a cruel twist of my lips, as I raised the whip in my hand, the leather straps whispering through the air. It was time to play.

"No Karen, you cunt, your god isn't here right now. The one whom you've given your worship for years has abandoned you. I'm your god now. I'm who you will worship. You'll hate it, but your body will come to crave and need to worship me. You'll cum and scream only my name or master from now on. Let me hear you say it. Greg Masters is my Lord and Master. He is my god and I will give him my worship for the rest of my life." Karen tried to clamp down on her lips and not say it until he took his hand off her throat and shoved a finger straight in her ass while his other hand pinched at her clit. Then she wailed at the top of her lungs as her body exploded in the strongest cum she'd ever experienc

Master's weave healed her soul. She wanted nothing to invade the peace in their small world, but one afternoon, deep in subspace, Master asked her about Zachery. She knew he was one of Master's most talented models and also that Master apprenticed him in Shibari. She'd had dreams of him and was worried Master would know she lusted after another man. She'd seen Master's exhibits of Zachery bound in rope, which didn't help the dreams. Her thoughts of destroying the only happiness she'd found in years caused her to panic when Master told her he was going away and leaving her in Zachery's care. It was the first time she rebelled. Master's disappointment left her feeling insecure and brought up o

Master applies the healing cream to the cuts and bruises that are still taking too long to heal and then takes me to bed, holding me tight until I relax and drift off to sleep. We do this for the next few evenings. I wake up shivering in the Master's arms, reliving in my dreams not only the Master's attack but Morgan's and Norman's as well. It, however, doesn’t take the Master long to remove the memory of them and replace it with pleasure, which is getting more intense and harder to deny each time he touches me.

"What are you talking about, of course I would." "How about never again having to travel through the Hall of Warriors?" "Dominic," I shake my head, "what are you trying to say?" He peeks up at Samuel and Laila, already beaming, before returning his eyes to me. "The Hierarchy Realm needs a new Master, and Zack has taken the job." "Oh, my, I..." "It is all right, Kate," he whispers. "They also need you and I." "What?" I suck in a breath. "They do?"