Lesbian Slave Erotica Novels & Stories

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

Shun Yu was a famous lesbian businessman, she knows how to manipulate people but most of all she owns an LGBT Society that Tolerates Lesbian Slave bidding for Rich lesbians. 'Are you willing to be my slave??..' Shun Yu's Famous line is that even if you are not, a poor woman but you are willing to be on her manipulating touch and cold husky voice. Welcome to the World Of slavery if you are willing you can enter but if your not, YOU CAN LEAVE.

“ You do not want to have sex with me, right?” Cody seems confused. “ Are you insane, slave?” His words confirm my thoughts. I look him in the eye and say, “ Just because I am a slave, you have sex with me. You do not love me and you do not really want to have sex with me. I am just a toy to you, and you want to use it just because you do not want to waste it.”

Jasmine shattered hard, her pussy clenching violently around him as pleasure tore through her in waves. Leon didn’t stop. His pace grew savage, hips slamming against her with wet, fleshy impacts. Sweat poured from both their bodies, making every point of contact slippery and hypersensitive. The warm tropical air contrasted with the cool linen beneath her. Jasmine’s second orgasm crashed over her even harder, her entire body convulsing, back arching sharply as hot juices squirted around his thick cock, soaking the linen.

Ethan ripped her top off, grabbed her tits hard and slapped them. “These fat tits are made for abuse.” Jax yanked her skirt up and shoved her to her knees on the dirty concrete floor. “Open that fucking mouth.” Two hard cocks slapped against her face. Lia opened wide like a starving slut. Ethan shoved his thick cock down her throat first, balls-deep in one thrust, making her gag violently. Spit exploded from her lips as he fucked her face mercilessly, her glasses fogging and sliding down her nose. “Choke on it, you pathetic virgin-turned-whore. This is what you were born for.”

“My best friend’s little slut taking load after load all weekend. Gonna fill you one more time before we head back so you remember who owns this hole.” His strokes turned brutal, skin slapping loud against my ass. I reached down, stroking myself fast and matching his rhythm while he railed me. Pleasure built fast, twisting tight in my gut until I came hard, shooting across the sheets as my hole clamped down on him like a vice. Ethan cursed and slammed in to the hilt, unloading another thick flood of cum deep in my guts. He kept grinding through it, milking every drop before finally pulling out and watching his seed leak from my wrecked entrance with dark satisfaction.

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.

The lecture hall door unlocked with a click, and she slipped out, her body still tingling from the multiple orgasms. She knew she should feel guilty, but all she could think about was how much she needed this again

He tilted his head to the side. “But—” “As a perfect slave, your desire should be to please your master.” He trailed the whip around my breast. “Master, I did nothing—" “Wrong? I already know that.” He laughed, “you did nothing reprehensible.” He touched my nipples with the head of the whip, and the rebellious buds hardened at his ministration. My pussy clenched tightly, and I felt it getting wet. What's amiss with me? Why am I getting aroused by this?

“I know how to suck. I can suck your pussy. I can make you cum.” My words please Lydia. I can tell my the way her lips part ever so slightly. “Lie on your back,” she says in that husky voice, that sounds like music to my ears. She must be a smoker. I wonder what other bad habits she has. I lie on my back and then, I spread my thighs. “Does this please you Lydia? Does the sight of my juicy pussy make you wet?” My heart’s racing. Why would a lesbian make my heart raced? Can master tell?