Mistress Slave Novels & Stories

she beamed, gaining the other two ladies' full attention. "Gist you on what?" Sophia chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. "Two grownups alone in a house with walls and curtains covering them up, and it's a guy and a lady, of course, something is bound to happen. So tell us already, how was his action?" Annie smiled softly with an arched brow and immediately, Sophia's face darkened. "Don't even think too far...nothing like that would ever happen. Besides, I'm his SLAVE and I'm afraid you might have forgotten the meaning of that."

I looked at Chantel pleadingly, but she only smiled at me as she said "Don't worry slut, mistress mommy is an amazing lover. I know you love it when I dominate you, now just imagine how sexy you will feel when you have two beautiful black mistresses to pleasure." Brenda then settled down on the bed on one side of me, as Chantel settled down on my other side. Brenda then said, "She's right. I know you are a natural slave. You see, Chantel is my daughter slut. She services my every demand, and has done so for a very long time. I am her mistress mommy, as I am the head of this family. So you will address both of us as 'mistress mommy' and 'mistress Chantel,' whenever either of us refer to you a

"Martin, thank you for looking out for me. I promise I'll work really hard! I know my abilities aren't quite there yet, but I'm willing to roll up my sleeves and start from the bottom, slowly improving myself!" But who could have known that her idea of "rolling up her sleeves" literally meant getting into bed with Martin. Soon enough, rumors were flying all over the hospital about their affair. "Martin, thank you so much for looking out for me. I promise I'll work really hard. I know I'm still lacking in skill, but I'm willing to roll up my sleeves and work hard. I'll take it slow and build myself up the right way." Turns out, when she said "work hard," she meant working hard in bed with Mar

"You don't get to spend much time with your Mistress, and due to it, you're freely able to seek out and fuck other slaves on the estate, aren't you?" "Yes." "Would you say you fuck other slaves maybe fifteen or twenty times more than you're able to fuck your Mistress?" "That's correct." "They're all well trained lesbians able to give great pleasure to women." "Mistress ensures we're all well trained, yes." "Is fucking any of them as arousing and pleasurable to you as fucking your Mistress?" "Fucking Mistress is unique. Monique is easily the best cunt licker, but I receive more satisfaction from licking Mistress than from Monique licking me."

She wept lowly knowing she would be the one to face her husband's punishment as Master Damien never punished his offenders. He slew them and their family become his slaves and serve him. If you are lucky enough to attract him, you would be turned into his sex slave. But in her case, she already knew he does not sleep with married women so her punishment would be to work in the farmlands day and night with little food. If you were lucky enough, you would survive but if you were not, you die and your dead body would be thrown into the blood river. Master Damien stepped into the room and glanced at the woman who was tied to a poll, Such a disgrace that her stupid husband went against his words.

"The first thing you'll need to learn is the display position. Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs." "Yes, Mistress." She tried to get into position. I had to nudge her legs further apart and straighten her arms. I started circling her, inspecting my property. "Call me Domina. I'm a slave and probably shouldn't go by the title of Mistress, not being free myself. How does it feel to be the sex slave of a sex slave?" "Do you wish me to be honest?" "Dominants prefer their slaves be honest, yes." "I'm scared and ashamed, Domina."

I asked before I could stop myself. “They serve,” the Mistress answered gently, but without hesitation. “In whatever way the kingdom requires or however their families see fit. Some become mistresses, whores, some do hard labor, while unlucky ones are sold by their own family as slaves. Because the hard truth is, unfortunately for them, for us… No one wants to marry us.

I set my eyes on the longs notes and I began to read. _A SIGNED AGREEMENT BETWEEN MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE AND MR NICHOLAS HILLS_ #CONTENT Miss Corvette Vincete hereby submits to Mr Nicholas Hills as his sex slave. SEX SLAVE: A slave kept for the purpose of sexual exploitation. It is a condition in which one human being is owned by another and is forced or otherwise coerced into working in the sex trade. RESPONSIBILITIES OF MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE (sex slave) to MR NICHOLAS HILLS (master)

“If you think I’ll stand by and watch you tolerate another Wolf want to fuck you or even imagine fucking you then I’m telling you that you have lost your mind.” “I get it. But I’m just saying that I can handle and take care of myself.” I said. “From the looks of it you can not.” He said. “Drop this act of being a slave and stay as my mistress. I will not have anyone looking at you in that way ever again.” He said. “They will hate me the more.” I said. “They have already seen me working as a slave and they will hate me if I am nothing but a woman you go to bed with while they serve to my needs the same way I had worked with them as a servant.”

I VOW TO DEVOTE MYSELF TO HER PLEASURE, TO WORSHIP HER, TO BECOME A GOOD SLAVE FOR HER. Whip! Whip! I WILLINGLY ACCEPT THE FOLLOWING UNBREAKABLE RULES AS THE CONDITIONS OF OUR RELATIONSHIP: Whip! Whip! Whip! RULE NO. 1: I SHALL NOT SUBMIT TO NO ONE ELSE BUT MY MISTRESS. I SHALL NOT ENGAGE IN ANY SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP WITH ANY OTHER WOMAN WITHOUT THE EXPLICIT ORDER/CONSENT OF MY MISTRESS. I HEREBY SURRENDER EXCLUSIVE RIGHT OF OWNERSHIP OVER MY BODY, MIND, SOUL TO MY MISTRESS.