Lesbian Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

She is vicious and sometimes hideous because she wanted her husband to be the most favored among the Klatts. Celeste did not dare to argue with her anymore. She walked up to her room and locked the door. She sat on the side of the bed and stared blankly to the wall. 'Mom is so hideous! I don't get it why I cannot be friends with everyone! I don't want to be controlled anymore!' After a few minutes she went to the bathroom and took a shower to release her anger. She heard some rustles in her bedroom but she did not go to check it out. She was confident that she locked her door. After she's done, she blew her hair dry and went out.

The world was always cruel and wicked and right now they were free to believe and listen to everything that they wanted. “Lesbian,” the first voice shouted and the door to the washroom I was in got banged. I removed my swimming costume and went ahead to dry my body with the towel as more voices began shouting. “Lesbian, Lesbian, Fatrez the lesbian,” the voces came by as they thumped my bathroom door.

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

She finished off her glass of wine in a single gulp and Lisa poured her some more. "I'm fairly certain," I said, looking up at her from between her legs. "Another slave recently told me sexual orientation is not about who you fuck, it's about who you want to fuck. Since she preferred cunt all the time, she considered herself a lesbian. Since I would prefer cock, I'm heterosexual." "If you just started, how did you become so good?"

Mistress mommy continued, "Now obviously neither one of us want to keep you in your slave position, so you will only be required to submit to us when you are referred to as 'slave.' in all other occasions my sweet daughters will act normally, or as normally as a household full of horny lesbians act. Chantel and I have enjoyed a long history of mutual sexual gratification together. We have been having sex, since the two of you first took each other's virginities. I waited until Chantel told me that the two of you had finally sealed the deal, before I made my move on her." "I am so happy that the two of you have each other. I truly think the two of you are meant to be. But now we can have so m

Angus's smile gets even wider as he realises that the female he had his hands on was pure. He realised that yes, she may have had sex before, but not in the way of a slave. She had no idea what to do. She was used to being a Luna, used to having a say in what she does and what is done to her. Listening to her pleas saying that she was not a slave and that they couldn’t do what they wanted to do to her. However, a slave has no say in what is done to her or him.

Perhaps the puzzlement that’s infesting my face is too apparent that she immediately adds, “Oh… I was briefed that your maids perform different tasks that’s not ordinary, and one of those is to become a girlfriend to you.” “I don’t do the girlfriend thing,” Mr. Davide quickly counters. Any comprehension skills I have are plucked out of my brain when Antonette sheepishly corrects herself and says, “I’m sorry. What I really mean is a s.ex slave. It’s just too daring to say the term that's why I tweaked it a little.”

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR (24) (Lustful desires) "What do you mean by you don't touch pregnant women?" "Hey! I will double the pay" he heard her argue "Good! just kill Stephanie and you get your money" Jason froze instantly His face truned pale as he stood behind the door in shock, he was still trying to process what he just heard, his ears ach from the bad words that just poured in, things he never expected, things like this are what the average African will call an Abomination, something that should never be thought of or talked about.

An ache pulled through me, and fear jolted in my chest. Without Lucas or Xavier, how was I supposed to survive this? I glanced across the room at Sebastian, who laid silently on the sofa. Surely he wouldn’t notice if I handled it myself, would he? But I had never…taken care of myself that way before. It was forbidden in the slave shops. The aunts wanted us as pure and innocent as possible. Slaves who were caught relieving themselves—or one another—were punished harshly. I tried to recall the way Lucas and Xavier had touched me. Their fingers hot and commanding, touching and teasing and curling inside of me.

I could sense the hurt in her tone, but it didn't move me. “Why should I leave my slave alone? You're mine to use and dump whenever I feel like. You're nothing but a toy to me, a pleasure providing instrument and most especially, a slave,” I smirked as I watched tears roll down her eyes. “Now, get your pathetic ass up, go to your quarters and change your clothes then come back here, so I can take you to where you'll be taught a few lessons.” I ordered and left for the bathroom.