I Am Your Master Novels & Stories

A sharp pain shot around my face. "I won't codone that kind of behavior from you. You should address me properly as your master, am I clear?" He growled, his red eyes leering into mine. He looked at me in the most loothesome way as though I've done a terrible thing to him. But...What? Master? Masters are men who buys people and has them working for him, as servants or slaves. but he never bought me so he don't owe me right?

I told you not to come if you didn't kill the doctor Sorry master the nurse punish the alarm before she die I punish those who fail me Yes master punish me,am a bad girl Yes you are Master came close to me and bit me,it was painful like hell Master please stop Before I know it master look at me and shout No one tell me to do So sorry master Master was angry he took me to his castle and take me to a room stay here am coming Master left and I was crying

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

"Kyra, listen. I didn't bring you here just out of pity. You're my sub, that means it's my responsibility to take care of you, to help you heal and grow. But I have demands too. Needs. This isn't charity." She nodded slowly, heart racing. The air thickened, the contract's weight returning. "I know, Master," she whispered, fiddling with the mug's handle, her voice soft but steady. He studied her, noticing the nervous tic, the way she bit her lower lip just a fraction, endearingly cute, even in vulnerability. "Are you ready to truly enter my world? To trust me with that?" She met his eyes, nerves fluttering like butterflies, but she nodded, a small, determined dip of her chin. "Yes. I'm ready.

I called. He raised his head and looked at me. "Hmm?" he hummed as an answer. "I will be your master starting today okay?" I said with a smile on my lips. His eyes were sparkling with amusement as if he heard something good. "Master," he uttered. That's right, I am your master Trevor. Don't ever try repeating what you did in the past because I might forget that I am a human and kill you without regret.

I crouch at my Master's feet, submissive as he wishes. Something kisses my aching sex, and I shudder. I gave myself to him long ago. And he gave Michael to me. And now Richard too. It's a heady mix. From above me; a silken rustle; my hair is brushed to one side. But I am not invited to move. No assisting hand raises me to my feet. I wait... The rustle of fabric and the creak of his shoes as my Master shifts on his feet... The scent of new leather and the tang of polish...

"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."

Wait for me my Bea, I'll have you back when the time has come. This will be the last time I will write in here and tell you my feelings because next time, I'll be brave to confess and admit these words in front of you with no hesitations. I will fix myself and my life to be worthy of you. I'll do anything just to have you and that is a promise... Yours truly; ~ The Master Who's Willing To Be Your Slave

(THAT DREADFUL NIGHT) “REMEMBER I am your master as you are my servant. You are a tool that I will be used in any way I please. You have no right to defy me as I hold your dear life within the palm of my hands. As you should know, you are nothing without me.”

“M-master… what… what will you do now?” The Master’s gaze landed on the trembling figure, his smile sharp, cruel, and dripping with theatricality. “Now?” he said, voice low, deliberate, curling like smoke. “Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.”