Master Frown Novels & Stories

"You'll see. It's a surprise. Don't worry, you'll have lots of fun." Master pulled himself up on the pool deck. He had an erection. "Julia, please take care of this for me, but let Dawn swallow my cum." Oh, fine! Have me do all of the work and let her receive the reward. Just peachy! Fuck! Then I had to laugh, remembering how I'd deplored swallowing Master's cum before my slavery and how I wanted more than anything to swallow it now. "What's so funny, slave?" He asked. "I was irritated I was going to do the work of extracting your cum, while Dawn received the fruits of my labors. Then I remembered how much I detested your cum before my slavery and had to laugh."

Note to self make this my new default setting. " WHY THE HECK ARE YOU HAPPY?!!! DON'T YOU KNOW I'M SCOLDING YOU?!!" He grabs the collar of my armor and shakes me. " Eh? I'm not allowed to be happy for my Master, finding love?" " For the 100th time!! I don't love her!! I don't even know her!!" " Hmm... Crush then?" V7 hits me hard on the head with his gauntlet. " OW!! What was that for?!"

This was the first time he saw his Master like this, he didn't know how to explain his Master's face expression. " Worried, anxious, helplessness, fear " everything was playing their own role on David's face. Even 3 years ago when his master woke up after that operation, the Master was smiling like a child, because he found a hope to live his life. But today after 3 years, tears were falling from his Master's eyes because someone was trying to snatch the reason for his being alive in this world. He knew his Master for such a long time, but he never saw his Master cry for anyone, even when his mother left him.

I nodded my head "Take me to him." He nodded and went into a room while I quietly followed behind him, he made me sit and said "Just wait a moment, I will call the master here." I nodded as he went in and within a few minutes the master was in front of me with a wide smile on his face. I looked at him and realized that he looked younger than he was, if I consider in human age, he was in his thirties but the person in front of me looked like he was in his twenties and the way he looked at me was different too. I hoped that I was having illusions but I could see the lust in his eyes which was unacceptable because the master was a pure soul without any feelings and who could make rational decis

Non. Nervously, Jasmine let out, her words breaking through his thoughts. “Black.” A small knowing smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Black it is then.” Like the moment of ruin had came, be stepped forward, close enough to let his breath graze her skin. “Since you do not want rewards, Master will punish you.”

he mutters excitedly as Master grunts. " Young lord, you won't find her of any good. She's a bad omen to everyone." Master grumbles. I see the man lowering himself to take a look at me again with a frown on his face. My thick brown hair comes on my face covering me but I peek through them to take a look at him. His frown disappears with a smile after a few seconds. " Awww, cutie pie. Don't be scared of me." he coos to me like I'm a baby.

rude and treacherous servants so take a look at the most stinging he imagines best to his mortal enemies The woman grimaced at them and brought the two a rusty iron tray on which were placed a pitcher with a cracked lip and two slightly chipped cups, and smilingly placed on the table the tray, at which the old swordsman looked with troubled eyes at the pitcher and at the servant, while the woman returned satisfied with her back to the table, and Mr. Thomas did not know who to look at.

Mason's pov Wednesday 29th September 2021 *************************************** I finally finished the portrait of Master! It's of him in the armchair with a flogger over his shoulder, his dominance radiating through even in paint. He didn't want his face on it so I blurred it out with skin coloured paint. I really hope he likes it, it took me so long to finish.

MASTER! EHHHHHHH!!!!!?????

It looks odd, the label dangling at the back, but the fit is depressingly good. I'm lying to myself. It's tight. It still stretches over my belly. Tugging at it, trying to settle it to drape a little more loosely, but the horrible thing creases into lines over my widest middle. And there's weeks to go yet. How big am I going to get? Click! I whirl, in time to see my Master, still laughing as he holds up his phone, displaying the screen and the photo he just took. "Oh, God no. Wipe it, please."