Mr Masters Tl Swan Novels & Stories

Oh… Perfect time to eat - she thought with her eyes focused on the tray amd not ready to take notice of the lady's appearance. She could tell how delicious the meal would be just with the salivating aroma coming out already. "Master asked me to give this to you" the lady proffered the tray to her as she collected after muttering a low but audible "Thanks" She cared less and ate to her satisfaction and belched loudly after drinking a lot of water. Ugh… Time to do some sight seeing… *

Three bedrooms. One of them had been transformed into a gym with a treadmill and a few other workout equipment. Although, judging by how new most of the stuff was, it didn't look like she used the room a lot. The other one had a bed and a mattress. Nothing else. The master bedroom must have been where Natalia spent most of her time. Everything was carefully picked. The bedding included plush throws, knit blankets, and pillows in shades of white, cream, and soft taupe. Floor-to-ceiling drapes in a matching beige shade framed sheer white curtains and a large rug covered the floor.

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.

Master was now standing before me, separating me from Drake who was still on the floor. "What did you do to me you backstabbing bastard?" I hissed through my teeth. Master made no move and just crossed his arms, watching me. I couldn't read him, he was stoic and expressionless. If he wasn't going to answer me, then I would leave. I let my eyes wander around the room, looking for an opening. It was small, smaller than the rooms I was use to sleeping in. More importantly, it was a small stone room with no windows. I peeked around Master's shoulders and noticed a gate. Was I in a prison cell? Since when did the Manor have a dungeon? So I glared at Drake who had pieced himself together and stood

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, "but I want to cool off in that spring. You'll excuse me if I strip off. No one brought a suit." "No, go ahead," Sarah said. Sarah watched with interest when Master took off his clothes. I think she wondered if he had a magic dick since we'd both agreed to be his sex slaves and seemed to be loving it so much. Master does have a lovely cock, but it wasn't the biggest I'd had in my mouth, or even my cunt, since Jerry was wider than Master, if not longer. Lisa had the Strong boys in her, packed so tight it looked like she was giving birth and Marcus, the delivery person might have had the largest cock of all. Still it was a wonderful cock and he did know how to use it to our advant

The Master had hissed low against my wrist before removing his fangs and swiping his tongue over his bite. The Master then turned, getting up on his knees and facing me. He placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me. I melted into him as he pulled me closer and tighter up against him. The Master has been getting me to wear the special dresses again, making me feel like the princess I’m not, but the Master gets annoyed if I am not wearing them when he returns.

I swallow and force a smile. "I like it. It's beautiful." I replied and continued chewing on my food. Mr. Kim exhales in relief and relaxes his shoulders. "I'm glad you like it. Ryan told me to make everything pink, saying girls like pink the most. I was skeptical but it turns out he knows girls better than I do." "Of course, Dad!" Ryan chimes in. So he's the one responsible for making the room pink. I turn sharply to glare at him, forcing a smile through clenched teeth.

It was said that Xena caused quite a scene in the hospital. She was crying and yelling that she was doing the right thing by punishing a mistress and that she had done nothing wrong. A police officer, fed up with her antics, snapped, "What are you yelling about? Aren’t you the mistress yourself?" Xena froze, the light in her eyes fading as she murmured, "The one who isn’t loved is the real mistress… The one who isn’t loved is the real mistress…"

I could only keep shut and let him tell me by himself. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Damien rose from the bed to open it. A stranger walked in, dressed in a black suit. His hair had been styled to perfection, and there was no trace of expression on his face. He seemed like some security. Perhaps the security in charge of the hotel? But what might a security guard want to say this early in the morning? “Young master,” The man called out, and I felt as though my brain was electrocuted. Young master? Why would such a person refer to Damien as “young master?