I Am Your Master Novels & Stories

I go completely still. Not master

“It is. Your son is my master and I have to follow his command, which is to help you escape.” I

I could feel myself being lifted into the air, nothing but a lifeless ragdoll as I felt my body dangle towards the ground. "Let's worry about her for now. She knows something we don't. If it has anything to do with Drakos we could use her against him." Master stated, his words empty and close. He must be the one that is carrying me. They quietly trekked up the dirt path, no longer providing me any useful information. I could feel myself being pulled by my fatigue, slowly dragging me under. The drowning feeling once again returning as I could no longer fight to keep myself awake.

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.

“I’m trying to please my master.” “Master?” His tone made it clear that he hated this title. “Exactly. You’re my master over here.” Titus pushed her hand away, and his eyes burned with ruthlessness. “If you dare call me master again, I’m going to make you experience hell!” “What am I supposed to call you if not my master? You locked me in here because you want me to be your slave, isn’t it? Don’t worry. No matter what I am in your eyes, you’re my master. I won’t go against whatever you tell me to do. Even if you open the door, I won’t run away.”

#RULE 9: I WILL NOT ENGAGE IN ANY ACTIVITY THAT DOES NOT BENEFIT, PLEASE, OR AMUSE MY MASTER. As I lie bound and gagged on the cold, hard floor of the playroom, my Master stands over me with a stern expression. He’s dressed in his usual black leather attire, accentuating every curve and edge of his muscular form. A smirk forms on his lips as he gazes down at my helpless figure, and I can’t help but feel a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins.

I didn't know what to feel. He gripped my hair again. "You are MINE. Say it! You are MINE!" "I am yours, Master" I said, quietly. "Whose?" He twisted my hair, making me cry out. "Yours! Master!" "Damn right, I'm your Master. And if I want to share you with every man in this city, every man in this state, I will do it. You're a whore. MY whore. You fuck anyone and everyone I order you to."

"Look at me young lady, I've got a lot of responsibilities and you won't be the reason I slow down. I'll kill without blinking so don't you fucking waste my time with your silly replies and my name leaving your lips. It's Master from your filthy lying mouth!" He roared and I vibrated, shaking in fear. "Yes, Master!"

"Come and suck your master’s dick, and don’t you dare fucking stop until I’ve filled your throat with cum. I’m in a bad mood, and you’re going to help make it better.” “Of course,” she beams. “Whatever my master wishes is my pleasure.”