Pet Slave Novels & Stories

Their sudden presence was acceptable for us since dogs are one of the nicest animals but when they began to bark at us for no reason that annoys me while scared graham. " Man, your in-law's pets are here to royally escort you in. " even when his condition was about to pee in his pants, he couldn't hold back his sarcastic comment to himself. " Fuck you! " I denounced to him. He didn't pass any response back since he was too busy keeping wild aggressive barking dogs away from him with a small stick. Jumping down on the ground to handle these Stray Dogs first, then other work. I took out some loaves of bread from my bag and threw them away at a distance.

He mumbled. Since I was younger, he'd always had to act like a stand-in parent for me since I was always causing trouble and he was a lot older than me. Thirteen years older, to be precise. "Anyway, don't thank me yet," Marlon said seriously. "We need to talk about the victim here. I’ve already instructed our legal team to draft a formal restitution agreement. We are offering him a significant financial compensation package for the invasion of privacy and the emotional distress." I frowned slightly, a bit protective. "He doesn't want your money, Marlon. He's not like that and he's not trying to sue us."

The only thought buzzing in my head was how fucking good she looked on her knees before me, and how much more I wanted that tight, pretty mouth of hers on me, how fast she’d make me cum next time, and how soon the next time could be. “Did I make you feel good, Silas?” she purred, like a whiny bitch needing praise. I smiled, nodding, feeding her desperation. Yes. This was it. I didn’t need to rip her mask off. Didn’t need to strip her bare of her identity. I didn’t need the public meddling in my opinions and affairs. All I needed was simple… this. To fucking own her. Make her my pet. To have her running to me on a leash and use her for as long as I wanted to.

One thing was for sure, I definitely underestimated how hard it was going to be having to say goodbye to all my regulars. “Are you moving salons?” One of my favorite pet parents, Amee Richardson, held her adoring arms out as I placed an overly excited Maya into them. For only being a seven month old Maltese puppy, she always behaved amazingly well for her baths and nail grinds. With Amee’s permission, I’d also attached a different handmade bow onto her pink studded collar at the end of each appointment.

Those places not only had professional handlers but even canine behavioral specialists. He already had a rough idea what the issue was. "How about I talk to him?" Nicole immediately rejected the idea. "I'm worried you two might actually fight." Zeph calmly explained, "Cola was abandoned by his previous owner and sold to an illegal slaughterhouse. That probably left severe psychological trauma. "Normally, even if people can't keep a pet anymore, they rehome it. Selling it to a slaughterhouse usually means something much uglier happened beforehand. "Try calming him down first. If that doesn't work, then I'll talk to him."

Getting up from the desk, I flung him onto it, panting like a crazed woman, positioned myself over his cock, and slid down. "Yes, just like that, pussycat. Ride my cock." He hissed through his teeth as he rotated my breasts in circles as I ground my hips against him, claiming him as he claimed me. He would always be my Panther, and I would always be his pet. And hopefully one day his wife. #matesforlife

It was never there when I needed it, only surfacing during moments of danger before receding again, leaving me more broken than before. I couldn’t even talk to it like other werewolves. I was defective. Wolfless. I was nothing but a pathetic Omega’s daughter. The daughter of a murderer. “Martha!” The sharp voice jolted me out of my spiral. I turned and froze. Mrs. Smith. Her sharp eyes scanned the mess—the broken displays, the scattered products, and the three girls sprawled among the wreckage. Her gaze shifted to me, and the disgust in her expression made my stomach churn.

How could he suggest for her to be his slave pet? Noticing her scornful gaze, Damian raised a brow. ‘Is she scolding me in her mind right now? So cute.’ He sat back in his chair and tapped his thigh with his hand. “So… now that we’ve canceled your debt. Shouldn’t we come up with an agreement as master and pet?” ‘What? Master and pet?’ Evelyn sneered and folded her arms across her chest, forgetting she was with the mafia. “I have conditions. You WILL NOT touch me without my permission.” She said haughtily and flipped her hair.

Ashton explained. So that’s the story they were going with. Good to know. I’m guessing what’s in the syringe is really Adder’s venom. It makes sense. My pet is no meek girl. She's a fighter through and through. The officer looked at Adder. “Miss, can you tell me what happened?” he asked. Knowing that Adder was playing a part, I decided to do my part, rubbing her back. Okay, so I liked holding her close like this, but this is a show for now. “It’s alright, pet. Go ahead and tell the officer what happened.” I encouraged her.

She felt sorry for him but he could not be her responsibility. Suddenly, an idea popped up. Something to drive him away. Hah, this might be something fun to say. She stated coldly. “If you want to stay under my roof, and have me being a provider, the only status you can take is as my pet. I can order you to do anything I want. No matter what I order, you have no right to deny. If you can’t take it, just leave.”