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While she worked, I said, "Of course, Janet must be punished for cumming without permission, Master Chen, just as I must be. She was less than perfect in her service to you, being quite disobedient by not obeying your command." "I don't know how to punish a slave," he replied. "You're right. I don't know much about being a Master and seeing to my slave's needs." "Master will help you with that," I replied. "He's very good at punishing slaves. He even learned the figging trick over the weekend. I'm sure it wasn't the last time I'll be figged, now he's discovered it. I would suggest we explore Janet's punishment tomorrow. I gave Janet one of my slave fiction books to read as homework last week

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

She stopped behind him, her gaze tracing the line of his spine down to the firm curves of his ass. “You are to be my slave,” she stated, walking back to face him. She did not touch him yet. “The title is ‘Kneel.’ You will answer to it, or you will answer to nothing. Your purpose is my pleasure, my convenience, my whim. Your desires are irrelevant unless I choose to exploit them. Do you understand the fundamental truth of your existence here?” His throat worked as he swallowed. “Yes, Mistress.” “Look at me.” His grey eyes lifted, meeting hers. There was intelligence there, and a deep, banked heat. Good. A stupid slave was boring. A resistant one was fun to break. An intelligent, willing one…

It was only when one of them returned to clear the table that I gathered the courage to ask, “Is this all for me?” She paused, like she hadn’t expected me to speak. Then she nodded. “Master’s orders.” Master. The word crawled down my spine like a chill. I nodded, but the name clung to my skin like a bruise. For some reason anytime I heard it my brain assumed I was the slave. For a master to exist there has to be a slave, or isn’t that right? After breakfast, I roamed. The penthouse was quiet, way too quiet. With no signs of footsteps or voices. Just the distant hum of the city I was no longer a part of.

“How you made me bleed? How you nearly cost me my life? But yet, your master let it slide like it was a norm for a student to attack a master," Bryce’s stomach twisted but he remained mute. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground, but Klaus’s words burrowed into him. The master’s voice lowered, darkened, dripping with promise. “Tonight, I’ll return the favor. I’ll fuck you until you beg death to take you. And when you do, when your body breaks and your voice shreds, I’ll finish what you started.” His eyes gleamed, cruel and alive. “I’ll slash your cock clean off, the way you did to me.”

Their figures were undeniably impressive, and their faces must have been just as stunning. The three of them were dressed in various outfits, each more alluring than the last—black stockings, cow print, and leopard patterns. I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. When they saw me, they handed me the leashes with a sense of obedience. "Master, here's how it goes. After we go home, we'll eat, and we'll go through the training. They're all my companions," Laura explained. I took the leashes, nodding.

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

And my master, my master, was surely going to make me regret every second of coming into the world. "Bring me that girl who was begging earlier. That dirty bitch makes me want to fuck."

The man had, after all, saved my life – no matter how unusual his methods. If the bedroom had been fit for a queen, the bathroom was made for divinity itself! A vast pool of black marble stretched across the room, steam rising faintly, its surface glowing as if lit from beneath. Silver spouts poured crystal water, cascading into the pool with a sound like rainfall. Vines of obsidian crept along the walls, threaded with faintly glowing blossoms, casting soft, dappled light. The Master must like his blacks very much, I thought to myself, but strangely didn’t feel suffocated or claustrophobic by the dark color theme. Instead, it felt as if I was moving in space, surrounded by stars and glowing

She's my slave And I'm her master. A slave must follow the rules of her master, she must always make her master happy. I will do everything to her to make her know that I'm her master, her God, and that she should never defy her master's rules. Why I'm yet to annihilate her is that I enjoy fucking her tight pussy. I stand up and walk out of my office, bossing straight to where she was kept. I unlock the door and I saw her sitting on the bed as I walk deeper into the room.