Masterbate Novels & Stories

This time when he spoke, his tones and facial expressions were much softer. "I do not know all of the magic that was placed on the blade. I know that for me, the glow was green, not blue as it is for you. I know that it does not like to draw the blood of its master – that was one of the attributes I asked for when I commissioned it. I do not know why it did what it did, but I am sure it had something to do with it cutting you."

Master hates when submissive isn't properly dressed up and washed. Rule No.5: Don't talk to any male no matter who they are till Master asked submissive to do so. Except for Mr Valentino Master's father. P.S: IF SUBMISSIVE BROKE ANY RULE EITHER INTENTIONAL OR WITH MISTAKE. PUNISHMENT IS COMPULSORY. With that, the first page ended up. I gulped before placing the rest papers in the drawer. I think it's enough for now I have to digest all these rules first before learning others.

“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

He replied, pulling his tie loose • Breasts bounced and butts jiggled to French Montana's 'Pop That' which blared from the inbuilt speakers in the wall. This was Baron's lordly mansion and a pool party was going on. There were three large swimming pools in total - money speaking. Males and females raced after each other in motorized pool tubes while others lay calmly, chit chatting in pool floats which were ring shaped, duck shaped and fish shaped. At some parts of the swimming pool were women who derived pleasure from firing squirt guns and squeeze bulbs at each other. Like mice, they squealed as they pulled the triggers of these toy guns, the water pouring out the nozzles in a mad rush.

'' I don't want to anger him more, so I obediently turn around and enter the bathroom. The bathroom is nice, with a big bath near the window, allowing me to see the starry night outside, two sinks and the shower stall, everything's white marble, only black towels and golden faucets give some color. I want to lock the door, but how nice, there is no lock.

She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen. Ice Pick chuckled and walked to the shower as Sophia looked at him admiringly, looking at his perfect body features—muscular and well built, and irritatedly, making him want to bathe him. "Okay, this is going to be hard. My clothes are going to be wet if you should use the shower, you know, so let me just prepare the water in the bathtub." She said to him as Ice Pick shook his head negatively. "I want the shower." "But I'm…" She tried to protest but kept her mouth mute and did not argue. He's her master, after all.

Mystique suddenly raised her voice, making most around him jerk in fright. "It's not his fault you are stupid enough to fall for our little tricks, your denseness made you lose your child, deal with it, don't blame us for your imbecility!" Ashley spatted but Mystique smirked, her eyes suddenly displaying madness as She slowly rose from Damien's thighs, went over to the little table that had all kinds of torturing tools, she picked one up, twisting it between her fingers, she slowly advanced towards Ashley and smirked, the woman eye's widened in horror, she took slow steps towards her.

“Master—” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Don't call me that.” His eyes darkened. “But you're my Master.” “So you can talk.” I snapped back, taking another step near him. I watched as he spent over an hour on a shirt and tossed him my new wash jeans as well. I still didn't have a full understanding of all these shit, but I knew I was dragging him out of here. ~~~~~~~ The sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air and I grinned, taking a sip of the perfect coffee I'd made a few minutes ago.

she whimpered and he nodded. “And do bad girls go unpunished?” “No..,” she replied with shallowed breath. “Master is just starting with you sugar, your legs are going to quiver terribly if that's what it takes for you to become a good girl! A good slutry submission for Master. He reached for the cuff and hand bander and undone it. He spanked her boobs gently and his horse voice commanded. “Get on your knee!”

the master added with a smug smile. Finding his way around the house was not difficult at all. The setup was intuitive and everything was in order, that Cory felt his daily chores would not be too much of a burden. Except, of course, Cory blushed, taking care of the master’s needs. He felt strange but liberated. Humming cheerfully, he filled the huge in-ground bathtub and used a few scented powders from the nicely arranged recipients. Feeling the stickiness between his butt cheeks, he grimaced a little. He would need a bath, too, but he would have to ask his master. So far, no clothes were provided, but he didn’t feel cold at all. The climate all around the house seemed perfect.