I Am Your Master Novels & Stories

Opening one door he throws me inside. "Now you listen. You are mine. Your whole existence is mine. You live for me. Breathe for me. Exist for me. If I tell you to do something. You do it. No questions asked. If I tell you to jump off a building, I want no hesitation from you. I am the master and you are my slave. Do you get me? Oh no. I hesitate to answer him. "I said. Do you get me?!!" He repeats his question.

I knew this would irk him, and a flicker of confusion replaced his anger, transforming his expression into an unexpected twist. I could feel a small victory in having disrupted his control, even if only momentarily. "What exactly is this 'master' thing?" His irritation was clear as he questioned the title I had used for him. "If you tell me where I need to go and where not, when I am supposed to take a breath, where I am supposed to sit, and what I am supposed to eat, then surely I am reduced to nothing more than your puppet and you, my master, moving me around at your whim," I spat out the truth, "and in our first meeting you yourself asked me to refer to you as sir, and master is also some

He whispered. "Controlla te stesso e questa dannata sensazione. È solo una fottuta amante. Solo un'amante nient'altro!" He mumbled to himself nodding in his head. (-Control yourself and this damn feeling. She's just a fucking mistress. Just a mistress nothing else!) He made his mind. He wouldn't be bothered by whatever she does anymore. She can do the fuck she wants he wouldn't give two fucks about it like he was unbothered by his previous mistresses.

Even though her body was bonded tightly in ropes Anita still felt a sense of freedom that she had never felt before in her 33 years of life. Anita lay spread on the bed as her master nibbled on one of her breasts while playing with the bell clamp on the other. Slick was pouring from Anita soaking the bed sheet beneath her and running between her derriere which aroused Andrew at the sight, so he decided to get an up and close view and taste the slick oozing from her pussy. He first slid his lips from her breast then to her gaping mouth, running his tongue in between Anita's parted lips, a ravenous hunger gripped his being as he gripped her buxom hips in between his strong large hands, he want

"My Master doesn't want to harm you, but he may change his mind if you force him to." "Who is your master anyway?" I thought that if I had no chance of getting out at the moment, I might as well get some answers. Ian brought the chair to sit in front of me. "My Master will soon become the King." "The King of what?" I inquired, narrowing his gaze. "Of every race in the world," he replied confidently. I scoffed, "Big unrealistic dreams he has." Ian leaned closer. "Not at all, and it's all thanks to you." He grinned wickedly.

I peel off my jacket and toss it onto the couch, left in just a thin pink shirt that suddenly feels like too much and not enough at the same time. “Today’s lesson is stamina,” he announces, stepping closer. “You need to hold your ground and not fall from just any push.” “Got it,” I mumble, already regretting my life choices. “Come here.” He points to the space in front of him, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Gosh, he’s so fucking bossy. I step forward, and he grips my shoulders, tilting my chin up with his hand. His eyes lock onto mine, all serious and intimidating. “Right now, I’m not Lucas, your boyfriend. I’m your master. When I call you, you come. Understood?”

I hate him so much right now I want to end him. "Are you ready to admit it?" he asks. "are you ready to admit that you are just a little toy I can easily control? Are you ready to admit to me that I am the master and you are the servant and whenever I direct you, you do as I say," he says again and I shut my eyes struggling so hard to contain the rage already brewing in my head.

My legs splayed out, one resting on the top of the couch and the other firmly planted on the floor. I slid my fingers down to my pussy. One finger entered my folds before rubbing my warm juices on my clit. My other hand went to my breast and began to massage it. “Your body is mine to do with as I please, Marissa. From now on, I will only call you Slave, because that’s what you will be.” His words ran over my body before reaching my ears, leaving heat in their wake. My cunt started to swell as I opened my eyes and stared at the man who was now my Master.

for a moment a horrible smile fluttered on his robber's face, then the thunder began to speak; „You have something to say, don't forget, you are some meowing cats, if in front of the great gentlemen you are rich, here in the south you are slaves of the truth, you boast of your great fortunes in your France, here in the south you are some famous leaves in the fierce wind, where is your great nobility, where d'Avignon?”

She came out of her trance as she let out a breath which she didn't know she was holding, she said, "I-I 'm sorry. Let's start our tour." Amused by her sudden reaction, the white-haired only chuckled while the other one stood there with a boring face. He said, "Sure, ladies first miss Gabriel." She nodded at his response and the girl turned with her cheeks red and her body drained and she stepped out of the room along with two boys. She said, "Let's start our tour, master..." "Noah it is for me and he's Kaal." The white hair pointed to the black one. She nodded and think its a wired name, but why would she be bothered. She said, "Then let's start, Master Noah and Master Kaal."