Novel & Cerita Mistress Slave Stories

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That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

This was because she had encouraged him to marry her and practically forced Ruth to agree to marry him. One thing she knew was that extremely rich men had strange fetishes and that would make sense especially with the way he had been so eager to wed Ruth so fast. In a bid to save her friendship by making her best friend marry the man she liked, she had landed her into a marriage of slavery. Ruth's eyes danced with amusement as she watched Christine's rage. It was so funny to see the always calm Chris proclaim war and more funny to see her petite frame so agitated. She looked like a Barbie doll enraged and the sight was more cute than it was terrifying.

Someone like her? She's never called anyone that; never! People had been the ones to always adore her. Too bad she's not the multi-billionaire Nina again. She's now a sex slave to a devil. "You know what to call me. Don't call me by my name again." He warned. "Ma.....master, I'm...too weak to do anything. My body aches." She finally concluded and waited for an answer. An answer that determines whether she's going to be set free from him this moment or the one that determines she's going to pass soon.

“would you mind if I help you with some of the chores” “sire, would be mad?” I can’t stay idle. I need to be doing something. “Elena, can I tell you the reason why I am here?” “child, you are here as a mistress like every other lady before you but you are lasting longer than them” Mistress?? sharp mouthed bitch. Elena tucked back a few lose strands of her peppered hair back in the bun. “i was brought here to be a slave” “don’t tell me about whatever kinky stuff you do with sire”

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

Not when her biggest problem was a broken nail or a bad batch of designer perfume. Leila exhaled loudly, throwing her arms up. “Okay, fine. You’re stubborn as hell, so I won’t argue anymore.” She paused, eyes gleaming with something mischievous. “But—I have a brilliant idea.” Vlada arched her brow. “Oh no.” “Work for me,” Leila blurted out. “Seriously. I need someone I can trust. My maids—ugh—they keep messing with my stuff. One even stole my necklace last month. I’ve been cleaning my own room ever since.”

“I’ve already said it, nothing is going on between us. “I don’t want to be here if it means the two of you are going to get divorced. “If you hadn’t sent my mother after me, causing her to make a scene at my place every day, Joseph wouldn’t have felt sorry that I couldn’t rest properly and brought me here.” It was true—I had encouraged Marcy. After all, a mother beating a daughter who became a mistress fit social morals rather well. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. “Monica, being a mistress isn’t as simple as you think. “From the very first day you climbed into his bed, you should’ve known this was the consequence. “And all this? This is only the beginning.” Monica flushed

he corrected me. “I’m sorry, but I don’t fully understand this. What do you mean?” I asked nervously. I felt like I was about to cry. “Perhaps you’d understand if you read it,” he told me and before I could understand what he meant, he opened a black notepad on the table and took out a document. He handed it to me and I took it with a shaky hand and read. It was a contract! A contract stating I would be in a sexual affair with him and run his house, like a mistress. Not a girlfriend. Not the love of his life. A mistress. A whore he paid to satisfy him!!!

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.