Pet Slave Novels & Stories

Calling me a low-class pet is a slur, and a very bad one at that. A pet is an omega who is kept by an alpha for the sole purpose of pleasuring them, with rewards like money and gifts. It’s like a sugar relationship but with no rights and no respect. “They’re literally glorified sex slaves…why would anyone call me this?”. I never…it was never like that between us. The only rewards I received from him were the company’s bonuses from when I got into reckless situations and received compensation. Being a pet to an alpha is…hell— You live your life like the main character in someone else’s fantasy, and you don’t do anything without their permission.

“You will be bred every single day. Your womb is mine. Your holes are mine. You will serve my colleagues when I allow it. You will help me train and break new pets. You will never wear clothes again. You will never leave this clinic. You are my permanent breeding pet -- forever.” Sophie wrapped her legs around him tightly, pulling him as deep as possible. Tears of complete surrender and dark joy ran down her cheeks. “I’m yours forever, Master,” she moaned, kissing him desperately. “I don’t want freedom. I don’t want my old life. I just want to be your cumdump. Your breeding whore. Please keep filling me. Impregnate me. Ruin me completely. Thank you for destroying me… I love being owned by yo

"Wow, this she-wolf is truly beautiful. Look at her golden hair and those hazel eyes, just my type." "Yes, perfect for a sex slave. Finally, there's something at this auction that interests me. Don't you dare compete with me for her." "Hey, bro, you already have 7 pets at home. Let me have this one. You know, too much indulgence will exhaust your body." Sex slave? Pets?

I understand they rely on human blood to survive, but why do they continue using those dead people as puppets and enslaved people? The woman I saw earlier is the one with the pure black hair I invited to dinner the last time, the one who ignored me, and now I know why she ignored me, why all the other maids ignore me, and why they have lifeless eyes, it's because they're dead. Danrious is in charge of them, so I must speak with him. But I still can't just accept the scenario I saw earlier, where her shoulders up to her lower body have turned violet like she's been dead for ages but hasn't decayed yet.

she managed to reply. "That settles it then. From now on, you are mine, mine to touch, mine to have and just mine alone. I do not share or joke with what's mine, as long as you are obedient and do whatever I ask you to, we won't have a problem" he paused giving her a sloppy kiss on her right cheek. "Remember, you are now my pet and my sex slave. You are mine, you belong to me Isabella"

and techniques. And you must be wondering, why I was hiding in a bathroom stall, eavesdropping on the queen bees talk about their sex lives? Then let me introduce myself, my name is Akira Sanders, pen name Miss.OG (short for orgasm) and I'm the best erotic romance writer in Imphal, a small town near Montana.

She freely spends her money on her dog and whatever new boy toy she picks up for the evening because she has no children. Mrs. Morales is the only one in the condo who does not have a purse dog, such as a miniature poodle or a yappy Maltese. Trixie, her giant German shepherd, had to be hers. Trixie, she swears, is just a puppy, but the size and heft of the bulldozer-like pet indicate otherwise.

Majority of the food were for swine, chickens and dogs, some were for cats, birds, bunnies and fishes. Located at the right side were pet supplies ranging from shampoos and conditioners, colognes… “Colognes?” … collars, leashes, food bowls … shoes, clothes, strollers… “Shoes, clothes, strollers?… Am I really reading it right?…Wow, people really treat their pets like babies!” Right there, he was getting a sense of what Pete was saying earlier. At the center were the crates. Pete was at the forefront maybe because he was the cuddliest . There were about more than ten other dogs of different breeds all waiting for someone to pick them. “Not one Aspin though.”

“We don’t go by names… We may have once, but now we just have numbers. I’m slave 345 and I am at your service, Beta!” She then gets off of the sofa and kneels on both knees with her head down in front of him. If this is what has been driven into each of the young ones here, Felix and Robert have a very hard road ahead of them. I hope there aren’t 345 or more pups housed down in the basement, but with how small they are, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were. I turn to Felix as I watch Robert’s interaction with the young pup, “Do you have a psychiatrist here, as well as a healer?”

Even though I’d already signed the digital version. “Sixty-day live-in trial. Inside these walls you are no longer you. You are my pup. My property. You crawl. You obey. You speak anytime I please You wear what I choose or nothing at all. You speak only when given permission. Your only purpose is to be useful, pretty, and wet whenever I want.” He stepped closer. “Anytime I snap my fingers, you drop to all fours and present that ass. You will be plugged, collared, and leashed twenty-four seven. You will clean my house and warm my cock with your mouth.”