Ken Slaner Books Novels & Stories

She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swam laps in our pool. It took me a couple days to get through the book and I returned it to her. I didn't say anything about it, but I did start looking at other books she'd been reading. Our bookshelves were full of them. There was definitely a similarity in theme. Some were humanoid space aliens, some cowboys in the women starved West, some mountain men with Indian women, men shipwrecked with single women, werewolves with their mates. A lot of them featured multiple male partners, and the ones that didn't, often showed women in sexual bondage, captured, stripped, sold and t

"Get moving. Show me your underwear when you return so I know you've obeyed." She scampered to get her clothes. I put on my slave jewelry and Lisa put on her leathers. "You're very mean," Lisa said, "not letting her cum again." "Dominants are frequently mean. She might as well get used to it." I found one of my favorite sex slave books. One I tended to read certain passages of with some regularity before my own slavery started. Now, I only had to remember my own experiences, and I couldn't masturbate anymore, so there was no point.

This was my Plan B. I told Tina, "The rules for being a slave are simple, but like the rules of chess the implications are not. The first rule is that you must obey my every command without hesitation. The second rule is that you must never wear underwear unless I specifically tell you to. The third rule is that you must never allow yourself to orgasm unless I give you permission. The fourth and last rule is that you must always refer to me as 'Master' or 'Sir'. For the next two weeks you will follow these rules. All violations will be met with punishment." "I understand, Sir," Tina replied.

Do you think I'm just dying to marry you? Camden's expression darkened as he looked at me angrily. "Then what the hell do you think you're doing? "Don't think I don't know—you burned Nev's belongings yesterday and threw her out of the house! She's your sister! How could you be so heartless?" Then, the sound of a sharp slap echoed through the living room. Mr. Scott was furious as he clutched his chest in anger. "You insolent brat! What nonsense are you spouting? Nevaeh is just an adopted daughter—she's not even part of the Saccone family.

“Then why does your face look like that when you look at him?” Elara sighed. Not the dramatic kind. The tired, deep kind — the kind people sigh when they’re about to open a door they’ve kept locked for their personal reasons. She walked over to the tall shelf near the window and ran her fingers along the spines of dusty books before pulling one out. “I guess,” she said, turning back to me, “we’ll have to start from the basics.” She handed me the book. The cover was old, the edges worn. Gold lettering barely visible.

As soon as the lesson was over, the other students left the room and Skyler stood up. "Miss." He called out to me, and Skyler stopped and motioned for me to come over to the teacher's desk. "You can't write, can you?" He asked, but I didn't answer or do anything different. He smiled kindly. "I've seen a lot of slaves, but it's been a long time since I've come across someone like you." His voice was lower, softer. "You have a long way to go, but don't worry, it will pass. That mistrust, that desire to stay in your cocoon and not come out, because no one can be trusted and all they want is to see you suffer."

BDSM: Slave 24/7 Plus more bonus chapters of all the characters you've come to love. Brody and Kylie's Story is Book 3 right after Daniel and Natalia.

What more could I ask for if he becomes my mate and agrees to let me do as I wish? My name is Samantha Dean, soon to be eighteen and I am known to be the pack’s slave, I have been branded by almost everyone as the unwanted. I am the one who cleans after everyone and at every party. And the parties never seem to stop, they always have the need to invite people over every time and they don’t think that it was necessary to hire help because I am available, available to clean after them. I don’t own a dog as a pet but I cannot count how much shit I have had to clean today.

"It sounds like a Slave Trainer." "What's a Slave Trainer?" "A device Master possesses which was invented by a demon from hell who hated women. It's the worst punishment Master imposes on his slaves. It vibrates against our clits and in our pussy until just before we cum, then shuts itself off. As soon as the worst of it passes, it starts again. It's fiendish."

“I want this for real not pretend. Marry me, Brianna?” Tears brimmed her eyes as she smiled. “Yes. Oh, yes. I will.” I kiss her showing my love for her as I lift her out of the chair and head up the stairs to begin our long, beautiful life together. A/N I hope you enjoyed my three-book series of the Spencer brothers. I promise to work on the last two as soon as I finish my werewolf stories. I am committed to getting those done and published. After I will finish the last two Spencer brothers and get them posted on her soon, be watching for all my stories.