Master Of The House Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Master... Please... Master... Stop..." I struggle to try to get my feet to grip the bed. The Master has never scared me like this before, even with his punishments and some of his punishments are scary but never he himself. The Master quickly leans forward, pushing my hands off of his chest and out of the way so he can grab my hips once more, pulling them more into him. I whimper again and start to sob, "Please, Master... No Stop... MASTER!... PLEASE STOP!..."

“Feel how deep I am?” Jasmine moaned, voice muffled against the tablecloth. “Yes—yes, Master—” His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her there, keeping her pinned as he drove his cock deeper, fucking and pounding her pussy like it was going to be his last. “Say it,” he hissed. “Say you love being fucked like this.” Jasmine’s toes curled. Her stomach tightened in pleasure, lips trembling. “I—I love it—Master—I love it—oh fuck—”

I told you not to come if you didn't kill the doctor Sorry master the nurse punish the alarm before she die I punish those who fail me Yes master punish me,am a bad girl Yes you are Master came close to me and bit me,it was painful like hell Master please stop Before I know it master look at me and shout No one tell me to do So sorry master Master was angry he took me to his castle and take me to a room stay here am coming Master left and I was crying

"Yes, Master." "Good today you will put in your two-week notice. You are quitting. We don't need the money anymore and you have a new job and role in our house. You are now the first of the house slaves. Your job is to make sure that all future slaves keep our home clean and tidy. On top of that you will make sure that each of my wives and slaves are eating healthy and staying fit. You will oversee their physical health and make sure they can get to any medical appointments needed. In public you are still my mother and will act accordingly and call me by my name. However, in this house you will wear the appropriate outfit of my first house slave. A dress when outsiders are here but never pan

"FUCK ME LIKE A BOSS! CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!" Dominic was going crazy. He was talking dirty, calling me his "little office slut" and his "forbidden gift." The words made my blood boil. I felt like a wild animal. I started to bounce on him, my hair flying in my face, my moans turning into raw, animalistic growls. "TELL ME!" he roared, his hands digging into my thighs until his fingerprints stayed behind. "WHO IS THE MASTER OF THIS HOUSE TONIGHT?" "YOU! YOU ARE!" I yelled. "FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!"

I could tell that he was going to say something extremely stupid, so I tensed. "You'll fit in with the other incompetent people we are...sharing housing with." I punched his and glared at him. If this guy was close to the Master, he was going to get us in trouble. He passed me a dirty look before averting his gaze to the fire. "Your 'Master', as you call him, has his reasons for the people he chooses. Just as he has his reasons for having you. I've known him practically my entire life. Odd man, but gets his results." I suppose he had a point. Still annoying none the less. No one would understand the dark and twisted ways of life like we did. Our lives where filled with dark irony, something

"I'm assuming you've been keeping my slaves similarly occupied?" "Hopefully, they're not missing the sex you provide too much, but I know they miss you." "We do, Master," Lisa said. "Lots. No one can fuck my cunt when you're not here." Master said, "We, and I mean all three of us, have been conniving together. Wicked and evil plans for rape and pillage. I'll be happy to show you on Friday." "You're making me wet, sir," I said. "You're always wet. You're a slave." Master and Bill both said, almost a chorus, though Master said fucking slave, not slave.

She immediately tossed it up to answer and I got up from my chair saying, "you are not even allowed to answer your phone without my permission" Her wet eyes finally met mine and it was clear that she was tolerating me. She threw her phone on the floor and looked at me angrily, "Answer me MASTER..... what makes you my master and why the hell should I act like your slave?", she questioned. "A slave is not allowed to question", I said picking up her phone. "Well, it seems you yourself don't have the answer to my query so i make a decision here, I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE and THIS IS MY HOUSE SO YOU BETTER GET OUT" she said.

her voice was loud but my annoying master's roar was louder. "Slave! In my room! Now!"

~Sarah~ My teary eyes were unfocused; blurry. The wave of pain flowing through my body, blocking me from feeling anything else. "Hey, look at me" he tapped my cheeks softly for me to focus on him. I looked up at him, my view still blurred. "The moment you stepped into this house, you became my property. I'm your master, I own you now" he paused and caressed my cheeks with his thumb. "So, no more trying to escape" he added in a husky tone.