My Slave My Property Novels & Stories

I uttered in a stiff tone, and she finally lifted her head to face me. “There's nothing to talk about, Master.” She said calmly. With that, Rage distorted my face, “What did you just say?” She shrugged, “Aren't you my master? I searched online and found out that it was the address used by slaves to regard the one who bought them. As your slave and property, I should address you as one.” My expression soured even more, “What the fuck are you talking about? When did I…" I was about to argue when I remembered that I had always regarded her as my property and slave. But, why do I feel angered towards the normal address?

"What did I just say to you? Why did you do that?" I am yours until death. I will only serve you, my mistress. I am your slave. The phrase doesn't translate well into English, but it basically means, ' You have just been owned'. It's an ancient Roman saying, used to signify the ownership of someone. Which is precisely what you have done to me, my love. I am yours. "WHAT!?! A slave? I don't want a slave. I want an equal." Then, all you have to do is command me in whatever way you see fit, my mistress. I will do whatever you wish, my love.

He turned to me one last time, "You may go now. But remember, you are mine, and you will always belong to me." I shuddered at his words, but I knew that there was nothing I could do. I was his property, his slave. I bowed my head respectfully and left the room, feeling both relieved and trapped at the same time but then all this was because I was paying for my Father's foolishness, he had sold off already and I had to wait until it was time for me to die

But if I got closer, maybe I'd find a good side in him and a good reason to justify—well—all this. “We're not friends.” He argued. “Yes. I know. I'm your slave and you're my master.” I breathed deeply, “so tell me master, what can I do for you?” Miguel took two steps away from me, he looked at me in a weird way. “I shouldn't have taken you out today. You've gone crazy!” “I've always been blinded by rage, you've never been really harsh to me, you've always taken care of me.” “Because you're my property.”

Enid continued his petting with a small chuckle. “I told you to eat between questions, little one.” He waited until Kari had forced another spoonful into his mouth. “Is it so bad to give your body to another? You would be well looked after through your heats too.” He seemed to sense the omega’s doubt. “Pleasure slaves are shown off. That’s part of your role as a pleasure slave. Only the rich and powerful can afford such a luxury and as such, they are normally exceedingly well looked after. They are often put on display and shown off for their traits, but at the end of the day, they only have one master. It is a crime to touch another’s property without permission. Remember that is what you a

Danika's hand on him only tightened and she kept walking behind him, his big muscled body shielding her from the world. Lucien stared at Phillip and all the expectant faces of the others. He didn't shout when he began in a low but authoritative cold voice... "She is my slave. The King's Slave. I own her. I give her out when I want to, and not before, to whom I want to and not to who demands. She's my property. My possession. I claimed her. She is mine." Gasps of people filled the air. With that, he turned towards the door and walked right through it in that measured charismatic strides filled with authority and power.

He clicked his tongue sharply, “As long as you live you would forever be under my dominance. I own you. Your life, your blood and even your soul to do whatsoever my soul pleases. You are my slave and that’s your lot.” “I’m no longer a slave, yes for your father but not for you and as your father is no more, it relinquishes the slave title. I’m free, please let me go. It's growing dark and… my husband will be home awaiting my return.” Making his eyes widen in shock and angry veins pop.

“I’m your owner.” I freeze. O—Owner? My heart pounds against my ribs. “Excuse me?” Cole pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, challenging me. “You heard me.” I shove at his chest, but he didn’t budge. “You’re insane if you think I belong to you.” He didn’t blink. “You’re my slave.” Anger flares hot in my chest. “I don’t belong to anyone.” "Yeah, you do," I clenched my fists.