Mistress Slave Novels & Stories

The look on his face when he heard his mom had address me, there was disgust on his face one that would make someone cringe. "I don't remember sleeping with any other woman except from my wife, so it's either you pay her off like she wants....." He sized me from my feet up until my head and mumbled much to my hearing, "People like her will do anything for money" he closed his eyes and groaned like he couldn't wait to leave my presence.

He always said what was on his mind and did not give a care in the world what the masters thought of him and being obidient. I suppose we all wish we had those guts. It's not that easy! The first time William touched me. I ran back home about four killometres. I wasn't thinking about how this would affect my whole family. I had practically been put high up on the slave food chain and here i was, causing them shame. I went straight to the slave commune, the house where all the slaves stayed. I told my mother how Master William had touched me and taken my viginity. I was disgusted with myself because he had a wife and a five year old son even though it was not my fault. My mother calmly said "

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..."

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

"Elena! So all this time, you've been working as a plaything to satisfy the lust of sugar daddies? Who is the bastard that bought you, huh? Answer me!" Beatrice gave Elena no room to breathe. The cunning woman immediately grabbed Elena's hair from behind, forcing the girl's head backward with a violent yank. "Speak up, Elena! Who is the man you were with at the hotel? How much did he pay you for you to become this wealthy and suddenly own luxury clothes?!" Beatrice insulted her, tightening her grip on Elena's hair. She inflicted a torment that made the girl feel as though her scalp was about to be torn off.

I flinched when a kiss landed on my shoulder. “Sab…” I squeezed my eyes shut as his kisses trailed up to my neck. I clenched my fists when his warm breath brushed against my ear. “I gave you everything, yet you fucked some other men?” I opened my eyes at what he said. Did this man think I was the Sabrina he knew? I was about to turn and speak, but his hands gripped both my arms tightly, stopping me. “W-wait—” “Don’t fucking talk. I don’t wanna hear it.” He roughly grabbed my chest, kneading it harshly. “You’re my fucking sex slave tonight, Sab. Nothing more.”

I fist my palm as I try not to let it take over me. " Oh, but you are... You are a fucking slut and I ... And I am your master. Do you understand?" My voice heavy and low as I wheeze. I never believed in this shit of master and slaves. I am involved in a lot of things that are twisted , illegal, and immoral in the eyes of the general.

"Lyra, do you even know what kind of place this is? This is Mooncrest Pavilion! Where did trashy, poor people like you come from? You can’t even finish a bowl of bouillabaisse without packing it up, and you still have the nerve to eat here?" She stood in sky-high heels, wrapped head to toe in luxury brands Orion had bought for her as she peered down at my parents-in-law with undisguised arrogance. "Look at what these two old things are wearing. What kind of rags are those? If your parents are that poor, they should eat at a roadside stall. Why come to Mooncrest Pavilion? Orion was right about you. You married him for his money. Shameless." Mr. Hale understood immediately. She had mistaken th

The next strike of the whip makes her gasp and reply him. "Punish me! " She says. Jaxon whips her again and that sends the message that she is to address him as "master". "Punish me, master." Jaxon gets more aroused as he hears her call him master and moan to the whipping. "Look, you're wet for me." His finger goes into her and strokes her. Roxanne keeps moaning inaudible words. Just when she was close, he slides out his fingers. "Please,Master, fuck me!" She cries.

My eyes narrowed as the suspicion slithered into my chest, coiling like venom. There was no way he was this loyal out of nowhere. Someone was inside that room. And it wasn’t just anyone. My jaw clenched as realization crashed down on me. He must have hidden that foreign slave in there. That lowly, disrespectful, good-for-nothing wretch. “How low of you, Logan!” I screamed, my voice shaking the walls. “How low! You took a slave girl, brought her into the castle against the wishes of your rightful betrothed, and even kept her as a mistress in your chamber. How fucking low!”