Hypnotized Slave Novels & Stories

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

In fifteen seconds, the slave slut climaxed like I did, her pussy juice left to run down to her stretched anus. Master had an erection now, but he surrendered his position as Dominant to Shasta. While he was idle, Master had Lisa give him a hummer. I would have happily done it, but I was still suspended upside down from the cross with my two nether holes filled, in the background for some of Evelyn's and future shots.

"Tonight, has shown me that I've been to relaxed in my claiming of you all. First Janice and now Charlotte have both stepped out of their place. So, I am going to finish training each of you now. But I want to give each of you one last opportunity to say no and leave. Do you want to be my four sister-wives? Understand that you will be my slaves and I will be your complete Master. So answer me do you want me to own you?" There came a resounding, "Yes Master." from all four of them. "Then you will repeat after me and everything you repeat will sink deep into your soul and become your truth. You will be changed by what you repeat and it will be eternal do you understand?" I pushed that command

"The men could only use my mouth. Master was trying to work up towards seeing other men fuck me. Red silk means all of you may be sold. I was very nervous the first time. I wasn't sure if Master really wanted me to be with other men. He did, but he didn't. He wanted me to have a full slave experience, even though he didn't want to share me. So when he told me I'd be sucking all of our friends cocks, I was very nervous. I thought he might be testing me to see if I would remain faithful to him. I didn't want to appear too enthusiastic to be sucking anyone's cocks, but I was wearing the Slave Trainer and the only time I got to cum is if I made one of the men cum. I was quite desperate to orgasm

An emotion that pulls and hypnotizes me. "What are you doing?" I can speak, even if I don't recognize my voice. "Let's bet." " To bet?" "If you finish filling out all those papers in less time than it took me to talk to Sirius, I'll be your slave." "My slave?" He nods, smiling as if the idea of ​​being my slave pleases him more than anything else.

I was a sex slave. "You're becoming insatiable," Master said. "I might not survive your slavery. It's been an hour. Put your Slave Trainer in." I kissed him and got off his lap. When I returned, the kitchen was cleaned and the food put away. Rather than taking his naked slave again, Master brought me to the family room and turned on the TV. We sat together on the couch and watched some of our favorite recorded shows together, Master lightly caressing me while the Slave Trainer brought me to orgasm after orgasm. At one point, around 8:30, Master grew hard once more and I sucked him until his salty cream spilled forth. There wasn't much to go around this time. Master was right. I might end up

I whispered, shaky, “Why me? Why are you doing this? You can’t be serious about… marrying me.” For one breath, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes. But then he shoved me back. My shoulder hit the wall. The slap came fast, sharp, ringing through the room. My cheek burned. “You should be grateful,” he said, his voice cold enough to freeze the air. “I’m elevating you from slave to wife.” My heart thrashed in my chest. His mouth curled into a cruel smile. “I’ll have my lawyer draft a contract. You’ll sign it. You’ll be my wife and my property forever.”

Augusto smiles at the spectacle. “You think you have the right to decide?!” A blow lands on Carrie’s stomach, and then her neck is gripped with a dark force, cutting off her air as her body levitates a few inches against the wall. Everything around them becomes a thick mist, as it does every time Carla shows her true face. Augusto takes a few steps back, anticipating what’s coming. Carrie stares in horror at the being before her. “You’re a slave, my slave! Don’t forget that until the end of time, I am your master.”

He had initially been correct, thinking that saving that they were compensated with slaves because the fury that incited in my mate made everything else pale in comparison. Her hands held his head on either side. A projection of his thoughts gave us access to his mind. Ziyah watched scenes unfolding as vans pulling up to their pack with many of those slaves. It was entirely fucking disgusting to see how they paraded them around as if they were nothing but pets to them. It was disgusting and degrading. The image paused on one female in particular. The sound that erupted from my mate’s throat startled everyone. It was the most animalistic sound I had ever heard in my entire fucking life.

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!