Master Slave Relationship Guide Novels & Stories

A master can have as many pets as he wants, while a pet can only have one master. She must be trained to accommodate others.

Mistress Dark said, "and the reason some Master/slave relationships are superior to mere marriages. Having attained your goal of marriage, you quit trying to please and attract your mate. If people spent as much time trying to hold onto what they already had, far fewer marriages would end in divorce. I would never give up a good slave, one who was doing all in her power to please me. My slaves are constantly striving for my attention. If a wife did the same, her husband would never leave her, or vice versa. Stand up." I stood and Mistress Dark knelt at my feet. She proceeded to demonstrate what she wanted, beginning with kissing my feet, including licking them. She ran her hands up my legs a

He was born an old man. While it was true that Aegeus was the one to force himself onto Mane, Mane had – in the end – accepted Frederick’s brother as his disciple; yet he had done nothing that a master should. He didn’t guide Aegeus or teach him. While he did give him some advice and provide a wielding manual for him, he had done nothing else. The relationship between a master and a disciple extended beyond that of a teacher and their student. A master-disciple relationship was sacred and was akin to that of the bond between father and son. Mane had formed no such bond with Aegeus. “That is not true,” Aegeus shook his head in denial.

He finished and stood up again, his cock already starting to get hard again. "If you're agreeable, slave, I believe we have the beginnings of a Mistress/slave relationship. You can begin your training after you give notice at your current job. I understand Mistress Dark will be training you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Lisa will take you upstairs to put your clothes back on and let you out. You may call Mr. Rivers if you agree to become my slave. However, I want an answer within a week." "Yes, Mistress. If I may answer now, I'm ready. I'll be your slave."

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

"How? How is it different?" My Master rises from his seat with a smooth grace, standing over me, looking down. Straight-faced, nonetheless, his dark eyes crinkle at the corners. "Richard, you're Beth's Dom. Michael is her Lover. Just as it is between Michael, Charlotte and myself. It's a different relationship." Richard inhales, stretching up, hands clasped behind his neck, looking up at the sky. Does he get that? Then he chuckles, scratching the side of his nose. "So, Charlotte, what do you think? Two out-and-out Doms and your Lover?"

"This had me so fucking horny, I had to take advantage. Lisa, you clean my cunt and Sean's cock, then put his cock cage on again." Lisa scrambled to obey, obeying our work Mistress. She cleaned Shasta first as she was the Dominant, then Sean, the slave, less important. Master then moved back and got a few pictures showing all five slaves in all five slave stations, and a quick panning video from one slave to the next. "That was so fucking hot," Melanie said. "I'd like to be next." "Let's take a break first," Master said. "Give everyone a chance to recover and rest a few moments. I don't want Julia hanging upside down much longer."

he asked. "Not really," I had read up on this a little bit, but I still didn't know the exact difference. "Well, simply put a sub has limits and a slave doesn't. Whatever limits my sub has is 100% respected, and for a slave those limits don't exist anymore. It really is all about trust. I wouldn't expect someone to trust me with their mind and body without limits right away, but I would expect for that trust to grow...and to one day be the owner of a slave. Does that make sense, Sami?"

The Master pulls back and I look into his eye and whisper, "What's?..." I don't get to finish as I scream again as one lot of pain stops and another engulfs me again. The Master then whispers, "Try to relax, my pet. You are entering into your first shift." I try to do as he says as he lifts me into his arms and then just sits down on the floor with me in his lap. Having him close and touching me seems to help, but then I scream once more as I start to hear bones creak and my joints pop. His hands feel good on me, helping me to focus and relax. I then let out one last scream that slowly changes into a howl.

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.