Master Frown Novels & Stories

Maestro: Life couldn't get any better than it is now. I'm married to my best friend even though that women can drive me insane. And soon our little girl will be here. Let's just say that i'm more scared about having a daughter than dealing with my hormonal wife. Right now we are laying in bed. Well i'm laying she is knocked out. I guess that happens after your husband fucks you good and give you muliple orgasms while seven months along. Oh well she did go to bed with a smile on her face.

Every eye in the room turned to me. At the base of the stairs stood Franco. He wore a midnight – blue suit that mirrored the shadows, but there was nothing professional about the way he looked at me. His dark eyes tracked every step I took, sweeping over the liquid onyx silk, the high slit exposing my thigh, and the violent, blooming bruises I wore like jewellery. His jaw clenched tight. The lust radiating from him was a physical weight in the room, raw and entirely undisguised. The Master of the Game was completely captivated by his own creation. He raised his glass to me in a silent, reverent toast.

“Master…” Ynes’ face filled with despair.

He looked down at the wet sand, then back at the ocean, his dark eyes narrowing in a severe, almost adult frown of indignation. That frown. That expression of focused, intense annoyance at the chaos of the world. I remembered it in the reflection of my father’s expensive car when I was five years old, furious that my perfectly stacked block tower had been knocked over. I saw it in the mirror every time a business deal went sideways. It was the Conti expression—that mix of fury and intense concentration.

HAVE BEEN WITH MASTER FOR LONG AND MASTER SEEM SAD SOMETIMES ANGRY MASTER YOU LOOK SAD WHAT HAPPEN GO TO SLEEP PET I CAN'T SLEEP MASTER BECAUSE YOU SAD YOU MAKE ME SAD THE DOCTOR KNOW EVERYTHING HE HAVE OUTSMART ME PUTTING HOLY THINGS TO HIM FOR PROTECTION SORRY MASTER,BUT MASTER IF YOU MAKE SOMEONE DO IT THE HOLY SUFT WON'T HURT THEM YOU RIGHT PET NOW MASTER NOT ANGRY

"And she's not addicted to orgasms! By the way do not address me as Master Frank; I am your Master from now on." "Very well, Master, what about Mistress Karen?" "Karen is no longer a mistress and if she is not able to be a mistress again, we will have to terminate you unless someone claims you." said Frank and he showed his crotch to Alex. "...Thank you master" said Alex as she lowered herself onto Frank's dick. It has been some time since she had last serviced a man. That night was difficult for Karen. She wasn't used to masturbate, and she already was missing Alex's skills.

Master said. "Yes, Master." His hand came down. Smack. I felt the warmth start under his hand and slowly spread. I counted. Smack, another on the other side. Smack; evenly paced warmth spreading out from the points of contact, approaching my already heated cunt. Smack, smack, smack, counting each time, my bottom glowing, becoming redder with each swat of my Master's hand. Smack, ensuring his slave remained the obedient slut he wanted. Smack, smack, smack. I'm still counting, mindless. The actual number irrelevant; I'd keep counting as long as he kept swatting. I felt the tension rising, the wave starting to roll in, to crest.

"Wmiz va haf silz? (What do you want?)" "Tmy qurd. Lyq Myr qa. (The girl. Let her go)". I was no longer smiling. You bastard!. He raged on in his head. The fury radiating off him was enough to set the whole of planet earth ablaze but he knew better than to act on it. I could bear him gnashing his teeth. "Only. Ticy myr. (Fine. Take her)". A smile appeared on my face at that, infuriating him more. Throughout the exchange, the girl was staring at us in confusion, not knowing what was happening.

they pleaded, tears streaming down their faces. "You're on mining duties," Master decreed, his voice devoid of empathy as he dragged me back inside the house. I was still reeling from the violence I had witnessed, my anger simmering beneath the surface. Master's eyes locked onto mine, a mocking glint in their depths. "That's it, no thank you, Master?" he taunted, his smirk infuriating me. I bowed my head, forcing out a meek "Thank you, Master" while seething with rage and a desire to defy him.