Master Slave Training Novels & Stories

What if hope and stubbornness undid them both? The answer came unbidden, slicing through his thoughts. “You must accelerate the training.” The voice of his master crashed into his mind like iron shattering glass. Mahisar staggered, clutching at the wall as agony lanced behind his eyes. “They are already gathering the final weapons and have identified the tiger. You must not fail me!” Each word seared into his skull, hot and unrelenting, until his knees buckled. He tasted blood in his mouth, felt his body tremble under the weight of his master’s will. Failure was not an option.

she said almost immediately, but it seemed like forever to him, "I would not want to be a detriment to the company for any reason. Who will be my instructor?" "Well ... did Sylvia talk to you about receiving training herself?" he asked. When she shook her head no, he continued, "She and Kollin are also to be trained," Mora stifled a laugh, "At first, Mikail intends to be taking care of it himself, but after he leaves it will revert to me to continue." He swallowed. Somehow it felt wrong to have to train Sylvia in anything and it seemed that she should be training Mora. They both smiled at him.

Master is stood with a weird contraption, a metal box with two large springs and a long dildo attached. "Kneel," he orders and I quickly kneel at his feet. "I'm training your deepthroating today slave. I could be harsh and put a dildo gag I your throat but I'll give you a chance. This contraption means you can take breaks from the dildo but you'll have to pull back from the springs that will be attached to your collar. So you either make yourself learn to keep the dildo in your mouth or you get tired of pulling and get choked." I look at the very long dildo and gulp at the thought of that in my throat. I stay where I'm kneeled as Master coats the dildo in strawberry flavoured lube. Cute.

“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.

“Saying something, old man?” “Do we really need to guard this lady along with you, Boss?” He sounded like pissed or something. I scoffed. Boss, huh? “I’m telling this to Adam!” Seeing Francisco and his ugly apprentice makes my blood boiled. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have been putted in this kind of situation! Imagining being in someone's hands, who’s dangerous and could kill you in the blink of an eye. Who would be happy, huh? Adam has the upper hand and controls me based on what he wants. It’s like he’s my master and I’m his slave. Following all his orders until he says so.

The setup was too well-thought-out. They seemed to enjoy the feeling of being restrained. They pulled hard, causing my hands to feel sore from the effort. Once they finished eating, the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived. And today, I was ready... "Master, it's time to begin training. Please take off their masks." "Okay." Hearing her request made me tremble with excitement. Since she had asked, I immediately complied. Curious to see what they looked like, I couldn't wait to uncover their identities.

"I apologize, Master. I shall learn to speak appropriately." "You did not mean it." Rolling my eyes, I let out a sigh. "Why should it matter if I mean my words or not?" I asked. "After all, I am following your instructions." "You should serve me as though you want to." "News flash, I don't want to! I was sold into becoming your slave, so my behavior should not surprise you." "I was under the impression you were well-mannered." Snorting, I picked up the tray that contained the teacup. "I shall make you another one your majesty."

My eyes widened in shock when the Master walked in with her. “Your breakfast, Mistress. It was specially prepared by the Master” She bowed slightly, and I blinked my eyes rapidly before turning my gaze to the Master who sat on the armchair with his legs crossed. ’T…thank you” I stuttered before the slave left. I turned to the Master again with my jaw dropped. “You… you made this for me, Master?” “Eat that, and tell me how it is” He replied emotionlessly. I nodded my head, and started eating. I was so hungry, and of course, it tasted so nice.

He tried once with me and let's just say he tries less. "What is it Aspin?" Our training room a large building with lots of wooden dummies, practice sticks, old and worn rubber mats, and broken shields. Most of the windows where still intact, but the few unfortunate ones had wooden panels over them. Or some where just so dirty it hardly let light in. "You have been here longer than the rest of us. Have you seen the Master's face?" His green eyes went wide. I rolled my eyes and stood to my feet, knowing I was no longer going to be able to meditate.

for a moment a horrible smile fluttered on his robber's face, then the thunder began to speak; „You have something to say, don't forget, you are some meowing cats, if in front of the great gentlemen you are rich, here in the south you are slaves of the truth, you boast of your great fortunes in your France, here in the south you are some famous leaves in the fierce wind, where is your great nobility, where d'Avignon?”