Master Slave Relationship Guide Novels & Stories

She squeaked, and I kissed harder, more forceful. I pushed her legs away from me, and she spread them further, laying them flat on the sheets. My hands found her breasts again, and I pinched the nipples as I sucked on her bare clit. She squirmed, and I could tell she was trying very hard not to cry out. This time, she was going to get more than she bargained for. I knew the Mistress/Slave relationship had dissolved when I felt her hand probe towards my inner thighs, but I pushed it away. She didn't argue when I replaced her hand with my own, moving instead to tousle my hair.

I simply do my duties as the Alpha's personal slave and make sure he has what he needs. I would be lying if I said that over the years the Alpha and I have developed a level of trust between each other. It’s strange that we trust each other, that we can talk with one another so openly, and that we are almost friends. I say almost because a master can never be friends with his slave, or so I’ve been told.

Elma casually glanced at Roy who was pursing his lips. "I just taught him about boundaries, we are indeed relatives, but I am his boss when he was in the office," said Roy defensively. "Once a brother is still a brother, no matter where you are if only as a formality, let him call you Master when there are other people among you," Elma said as she sat her buttocks on the sofa. "Yeah, okay, you heard that, Bri... Do as your aunt says," Roy said as he stepped onto the sofa, Roy quickly sat down beside Elma.

“2:)Mistress accepts full responsibility of slave. This includes but is not limited to: slave’s survival, health, physical well being, and mental well being. Slave accepts full responsibility for informing Mistress of any real or perceived dangers or safety concerns, but also agrees that Mistress’s decision will be final regarding these issues. Mistress agrees that slave will not be punished for respectfully stating these concerns. Mistress further agrees to listen to slave’s concerns with a clear and open mind. Mistress shall endeavor not to inflict physical harm upon slave which might require the attention of someone outside the relationship.” “Do you have any concerns or fears?”She asked

"There will be no grand romance. No equal partnership. The marriage is only a title. A respectable name to keep the council from breathing down my neck." He studied my face, watching my reaction with a terrifying intensity. "What this truly is..." he paused, his golden eyes locking onto mine, "...is a master and servant relationship. You will be my slave and I will be your only master." I froze. Every single muscle in my body went rigid, with the blood in my veins turning to ice as my mind went completely, horrifyingly blank. A slave. This... this wasn't what I had agreed to. I had expected a contract marriage, a cold political alliance where we played a part for the public while working to

My wolf was madly screaming at me in my mind, asking me to plunge into her. From the moment I turned eighteen, I knew that Brenda was my mate. Of course, there wasn't a single moment where I thought of accepting her, because her social level was too low. A woman like her couldn't be my Luna. Let me introduce myself, I'm Jack, the next to be Alpha of the Black eye pack. A lot of girls fill my bed every second just for them to get a chance to be my mate. I thought my mate would be a lady from a powerful background until I turned eighteen. I realize my mate was Brenda an ordinary slave. It was so disheartening, I waited for her to figure it out so I can have my chance of enjoying her before I r

This would be the key to bringing out Tina's submissive nature, to the extent that she had one. I considered the best ways to build up Tina's arousal, and then the optimum time to give her a release. Each time I would try to bring her higher than the last, hopefully resulting in a more and more powerful orgasms. And her pleasure would in turn increase my own. In this way the Slave and the Master enjoy a type of symbiotic relationship in which they both seek to increase their mutual pleasure. At least that's how it works for me. After I finished eating I gave my slaves permission to eat. I also told them to clean up after they were finished. While they did that I got dressed, brushed my teeth

Mistress mommy then broke the kiss and looked from me, back to mistress Chantel, and said "Oh, we are being rude. We are now in a three way relationship and we should not treat our slave so wrongly. Why don't we include her in our kiss?" Mistress mommy then leaned down to my pussy and pulled mistress Chantel down with her. I gasped and bucked my hips, as they both began kissing passionately around my sensitive clit. I moaned deeply at the amazing feeling of this. My mistresses continued to kiss each other and my clit, until mistress mommy said "Ok, slut. Now I am going to take care of our slave's little clit, why don't you see to her wet pussy. We can show her what she can expect from our ne

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.

"Then how many years do you think you can live?" "72?" "Eh?" *Counting from 1-100. 1..2...3....and 100! "72 what? 72 thousand?" Butt shake. "WHAT!!!" Luis Park yelled. "It's your fucking fault master!" Butt yelled. *slap *Counting... 1....2.. and 3. "Tell me how." Luis Park asked seriously. "Master I'm not sure how to say this... but your life and my life is connected. When you die I die also. That is a master and slave seal. But when I die... you won't... as a slave, a master won't die."