Male Possession Story の小説・ストーリー

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

"I'm not going to bother you with my whole backstory, but he used to own me. A long time ago, before I got too old to play pet. Still, we hook up every now and then. A while ago, he offered to let me take over one of his bars down west. I told him to go screw himself, of course." "You still see him?" Fuck, this was a lot to take in. Suddenly killing him held more weight than before. He was just another victim the world failed, like Ariella. "You mean he still sees me. Yeah, he hardly ever lets his toys go. Once my last owner abandoned me behind an alley, I took a while to get my life back on track. Not long after, Justin showed up, bent me over the table in my shitty studio apartment and fuc

"'Excuse me,' he said apologetically, 'but I couldn't help but notice you make a ringing sound while you walk. At first I thought it was your cart making a strange sound or a phone, but it seemed to follow you instead of the cart. I find myself extremely curious about the source of the sound as I don't think I've ever heard anything like it except for a bell on a cat collar. May I please inquire what it is?'" "Rhonda relaxed slightly as he was not threatening in the slightest, merely curious. I told him that I was a sex slave and the bell was something you used to mark me as your property. 'Should I call the police? Is this woman here to ensure you don't escape?' 'You misunderstand, sir,' I

The photo is of a fat male clad in skin tight leather from head to toe, whipping a female suspended … from the ceiling. “He’s uhm… He’s a collector of “rare” females. Different races, different creatures. So I’m certain having a pregnant red wolf would be a fabulous addition. He’s probably got at least a dozen wives, numerous girlfriends. Who knows how many kids. Gets his money from his shipping businesses… you know containers that can bring you anything you want discreetly. He’s one of the most notorious doms in the world of underground S&M. He’s brutal, gets off on the pain he inflicts. He probably owns a third of the bondage clubs in Europe. Girls that don’t hold up, that he thinks are we

It’s what we’ve been doing for God knows how long and he's quitting it now? Bull shit. “This possession shit is denying you of fun.” I quip, bidding a waitress that just passed by. The whole waitresses and waiters in the room are stripped bare. Their bronzed skin is on full display while the strippers are in their skimpy skirts and bare-chested. Women and men can pick any one of their choices and fuck them right away. That’s one thing about our world. People act the way I deem fit. “You don’t get it. When you mistakenly find that person you’ve a visceral feeling for, you’ll want to own her. Possess her and keep her to yourself.” Stalin says as the waitress hands me another glass of whiskey.

“This is mine. Understand?” I nodded as I worked to catch my breath. He turned me to face him and I moved to grab my discarded clothes. “Don’t,” he said. “I want you to feel my cum dripping down your legs. Remember who your pussy belongs to.” It was in that moment, I realized he hadn’t used a condom. Fuck, that was hot. I licked my lips, my body primed and ready for more as the proof of his ownership created a coolness on my inner thighs.

Her pussy seemed to suck my cock into her warmth sheath, milking me for every drop of cum I had. I was glad that she never asked me to use a condom. I know I should ask her or at least be responsible, but it wasn’t really my style. I wanted her pregnant! I wanted her belly full with my pup and maybe then she’d see sense and agree to mate me. With time, her emotions would iron out, and she’d realize that she belonged to me. Hell, maybe she’d even realize who I was, and we’d finally have our happily ever after… “There are some questionable investments we also have to look into,” the very big accountant continued, his small glasses looking completely out of place on the huge brute. The wolf loo

He spoke in a soft voice just low enough for me to hear. My cheeks grew hot from embarrassment. He was a beast, of course he could smell my need. It was already shameful enough that the moon goddess was torturing me, but this was even more cruel. I couldn’t control it and I felt mortified that I couldn’t hide it from him. “It’s no need to be embarrassed, love, it’s natural to want your mate-“ “There is nothing natural about this! It’s a spiritual possession and I’ll eventually figure out how to sever it!” I hissed at him.

"You will die here. And your fucking wild rutt of a mate is dying right now in the depths of jungles of this city. I am not fucking stupid to leave a fucking mated wolf to track me down for killing his mate." He picked up an iron rod, at the of which was a heavy metal containing screws and iron plates attached, something like it was pulled out of a vehicle, a heavy truck, belonging in a garage. Some rust was covering it from the tip to the end. I had never seen it at our home, ever. He had brought it with himself. He had planned everything. Mason swung it left and right in the air in front of my eyes, making me aware that he wanted to see the fear of upcoming death in my eyes.

"From today, onwards, your freedom belongs to me. Your life is mine now. You are my pet who does what your master wants you to do!" My eyes widened when he pulled me and crushed me with a kiss. What's going on ?! I don't want to be this guy's possession! There's no way.... ...Their story is title THE UNCHASTE PUNISMENT.