Mr Masters T L Swan Novels & Stories

The Mothers called such things corruptions of the flesh, I immediately turned my head away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “I didn’t mean to—” “Watch,” the Master interrupted softly. Fear tightened inside my chest. “I cannot, Master.” “You must.” His voice sharpened slightly. “A wife should understand how to please her husband.” The room suddenly felt suffocating and too small, i stared desperately at the floor while shame and confusion twisted violently inside me, the Mothers spent our entire lives condemning desire as sinful, yet now the Master called this sacred, holy and necessary, nothing made sense anymore, the Master moved closer until I could smell the heavy scent of incense and a

Master said, laughing. "I'm not terribly disappointed she isn't either. I had a wonderful time last night." "I'd like to inform everyone that Mistress Sarah is a squirter," I said. "We have some extra laundry to do today." "Do tell?" Master said, and Sarah blushed. "I didn't witness any squirting yesterday while at the spring, nor while Lisa was pleasuring her before Marcus's arrival. How did this get discovered?"

“There is nowhere in Darkholme you can go that you can’t be found. This is the Masters’ home. Each of them will claim their portion of tribute. Without it, they will not be able to join with the welding.” “Can the Masters reserve their part of the tribute?” He looked at me with a confused expression again. “Reserve?” “Yes. Can they choose particular people as exclusive to them?” “They can,” said 288. “Master Cheng has already claimed one of the females as his.” It made sense that Cheng would pick Mandy. The other Masters probably assumed he had a taste for big boobs (which he did, although not in the way they thought). If he could make a claim on the rest of us, we might not get swept up in

And you can call me Mistress. "Yes, Mistress," he said his voice croaking and husky. "Now, on the bed kneeling in front of each other." Millie swung her hair back and reached for her furry tail, pulling it in front of her and stroking it. She watched the boys; both of their cocks were rock hard. "Mr Swann, tie your hair up, I want to see what you are doing with your dirty mouth." Gabriel gulped and reached across to his bedside table for one of the numerous hair ties on there. He pulled his hair up and fastened it into a messy bun, the straggly bits he pushed behind his ears.