Master Slave Training Novels & Stories

Axelina doesn't want her son to become a bastard who uses women to satisfy his lust. Axelina walks towards the dining table. But it turns out the dining table is still quiet. Nobody has come down for dinner yet. Even though the table has been served a lot of food. Axelina sit on the chair. Staring at the dining table that feels lonely. "Josh, did Lexon come down earlier?" Axelina asked the butler. "Not yet, Madam. Since returned from the company, Young Master hasn't stepped down at all. " said Josh. Axelina sighed at that.

I told him to meet me for a training session before turning to leave in anger that I hid well enough after giving Giovanni a warning to stay away from her. I hope they both got the message but as for my slave mate, I was going to teach her a lesson! *** It was a long three hours of training endlessly with Giovanni and it was dark already. I left the training ground so I could go to my room to freshen up. Just as I opened the door the first thing that appeared before me was a fragile lady sleeping peacefully on the bed's frame. I frowned slightly as I walked into the room. Her pale lips and flushed face seems inviting and luscious. If not that she wasn't touched yet I would have enjoyed touch

But before I could really get it to stick to something concrete in my mind, Ani spoke. “A long time ago, when I was still a young god, I challenged one of Nyx’s sons,” he said quietly. “In our fight, I nearly killed him. But before I did, Nyx begged me to spare his life, and I agreed on the condition that I would be her Master.” I stared at him, the words slow to settle, but eventually I got their meaning... “You forced her into slavery,” I realized, watching him closely. He flinched, but not from my tone. It was from the truth in it. From the mistake he’d made that haunted him still...

Then, Tristan’s voice, sharp as a blade booms “Useless slave.” I barely turn before he’s in front of me, his hand gripping my chin roughly. “Mistakes have consequences,” he says, his tone cold and final. “No food. Not a single crumb. Let’s see if you learn obedience on an empty stomach.” Then he’s gone, and I’m left trembling. By nightfall, my stomach is twisted in painful knots and my body is weak. I curl up in the corner of the servant quarters, pressing my knees to my chest wishing for death.

" Galene asked as tears gathered in her eyes. Master Damien smiled and held onto Galene's hands. "You are no longer a slave Galene and I no longer have any sex slave". "Get ready, in a fourth night, you would become my bride and together, we bought would receive our child and train him up in a good way". "I know I'm not a good man but I would try my best to train up my child in the best way I can" Master Damien assured. Galene's mouth dropped open in uttermost shock. What is the master blabbing about this morning?

When we got to the room, all I wanted to do was lay down. 'You will obey me when I tell you something. You are my pet; I am your master. Do you understand me? ' I did not want to speak. I did not want to hear his words; to accept my fate. Sebastian was right. I was to be enslaved. "Yes Kilian, I understand..."

Rose blankly nodded at him. He smirked internally as he thought of one possible way of scaring her and he did. He grabbed her arms roughly jerking her body near him. Her arms touched his chest but her eyes didn’t show any fear or nervousness. She was blank. It was almost like she felt nothing. This angered as well as frustrated him. “Whenever I say something I want a verbal answer. Understood.” Rose blinked nodding her head. “I understand Master.” She mumbled and her voice. Damn that cold voice. He felt weird pleasure in his body hearing her voice even though her tone was cold as ice but the way she called him master he loved it.

And disobedient women always disappeared, so I sat frozen in front of the television while the Master poured himself another drink, amber liquid glowing beneath the dim light. “You fear marriage because the Mothers only teach discipline,” he said calmly. “They do not prepare girls properly for devotion.” I kept my eyes lowered. “Yes, Master.” His polished shoes echoed softly across the wooden floor as he approached me again. “A wife exists to serve in peace,” he continued. “Happiness comes when a woman accepts her place instead of fighting against it.” His fingers tilted my chin upward until I was forced to meet his gaze. “You will never deny me affection, Leah. Do you understand?”

With broad shoulders, a powerful back, and well-defined muscles in his arms and calves, this man was not only mentally formidable but also dedicated to his physical fitness. Realizing her thoughts were beginning to wander, Moza quickly shook her head. "Why am I admiring his body? I need to focus on my goal," she muttered, scolding herself. She hurried to the main kitchen, leaving her damp uniform and pajamas to flutter in the morning breeze. Inside, the kitchen was already buzzing. Thalia and a younger maid stood at the counter, their hands moving nimbly as they prepared healthy breakfast options. "Help me prepare the Grandmaster’s breakfast. and don’t forget, you are to clean his room in a

“As much you hate it, Omegas are the lowest of the hierarchy. You know this. We are somehow created to be under those who are higher than us. Alphas and Betas alike, they have the inborn mentality that we are nothing but the sex-slaved child bearer they can have at their disposal.” That alone triggers way deeper inside him. But this time, more on the hatred towards these scumbags and not to himself. “But remember, we are not just Omegas. You are not just an Omega.” He breathes deeply and tries to absorb that but fails miserably. “How can you say that when you just pointed out everyone's mentality about us?” “Have you ever lost control of your beliefs during sex?” That made him gulp. “A-As mu