Servant And Master Relationship Novels & Stories

Elma casually glanced at Roy who was pursing his lips. "I just taught him about boundaries, we are indeed relatives, but I am his boss when he was in the office," said Roy defensively. "Once a brother is still a brother, no matter where you are if only as a formality, let him call you Master when there are other people among you," Elma said as she sat her buttocks on the sofa. "Yeah, okay, you heard that, Bri... Do as your aunt says," Roy said as he stepped onto the sofa, Roy quickly sat down beside Elma.

He smirked. "I'm ready to submit myself utterly to my master." I winked at him. He shook his head in disbelief and embraced me in his arms. "This will not a relationship of Master and submissive, this will the relationship of Master and his Princess. No matter what, you'll always remain my Princess."

Williams, My right-hand man, said behind me, but I just shot him a glare to keep him quiet, and luckily, it worked like magic. William and I have always been close, and our relationship has gone beyond a master and a servant. It could be because I'm used to him saving me that I eventually look up to him more than anything. “Didn't you give me a two-week break? Why did you suddenly want me back?” He lamented playfully, making me realize he was on a two-week break, which I wasn't aware of, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him. Williams has always been beside me right from my teenage days. We were always together and eventually got close in a friendly way privately but as a master and servan

He nodded frantically as if he had gone mad, and Luna Cruz could barely catch his tongue. "Can I lick you?" When desire takes over, a man is essentially a dog in heat. Danny reflexively swallowed hard, trying to control his gaze in front of Luna, but he still couldn't hide the eager look of a puppy. "Sure." She knelt on top of him, gently pushing forward with her hands, causing Danny's upper body to fall backward to the bed. The rapid change in perspective momentarily made him dizzy, but he still managed to ask, "Master, are you going to sit on my face?"

I remembered the sheer, paralyzing shock I had felt when he calmly laid out the terms of our arrangement. “This isn't going to be the kind of marriage you're imagining,”he had told me, his golden eyes burning through the shadows. “There will be no grand romance. No equal partnership. The marriage is only a title... What this truly is... is a master and servant relationship. You will be my slave and I will be your only master.” The word slave had felt like a physical blow to my chest. It had conjured up every horrific rumor Susan had found,… the stories of the beautiful, powerful women who had entered his life only to vanish, deceased or missing, discarded like broken toys.

No way would Arlene be brought down by some cheap tricks from a two-faced woman like Vivian. Arlene quietly wiped the corner of her eye as well, playing along with the emotional appeal. "You're wrong, Vivian. You, coming from a poor and humble background, were never worthy of Isaac in the first place. But because you promised as a girl to love him forever, that fool went against his family's wishes and endured 39 lashes just to marry you. "Not only did he pull strings to lift your family up, but he also gave you a black card to give you status. Yet, during the engagement party, you signed a master-servant contract with another man behind his back."

"You don’t need to get up when you call me. What would your people think? I’m already an anomaly as it were, and..." "Be quiet," he said at once and Kyra blinked at him. "I swear, you nag a lot, and for no reason. I can do what I want when I want it, I don’t think anyone should have a problem with that. They have already realized that we share a different relationship than that of master and servant." "What relationship?" she asked stiffly. His lips lifted in a sly smile. "You haven’t figured that out yet?" He asked with bright eyes.

" From Raeleigh's perspective, Xanthus was not approving of Jepherson either. To him, relationships were akin to a master-slave relationship. A slave could only have one master, and he would die when his master did. The slave was not allowed other options. What did it mean for a slave to be in search of a new master before the death of his current master? This showed that he was not as faithful as he seemed to be from the beginning. Raeleigh thought for a moment. "But we are a couple. I trust him." "You won't separate from him if you trust him," Xanthus retorted. "I can't stand living in the same space with that woman. I just can't."

“The bond makes you want to be around me, but if you didn’t care about me, you would fight it. If a servant has no feelings for their master, they will eventually hate their master. It is the same for a vampire and their master.” “I didn’t think vampires had masters?” “Yes, we have masters. They are the ones that created us. We are bound to them and eventually come to care for or hate them. In my case, I hated my master because she took everything from me.” “I knew she was the head of your bloodline, but I didn’t understand that she was your master. Do vampires often choose their servants based on love?”

She looks really happy. A part of me wanted to stand up and help my slave out. But then again, I am her master. And just because I do have feelings of love for her, doesn't mean I should start doing stuff for her. If I let my guard down, the relationship I had work hard on could change drastically. Besides I want to believe my pet fell for me because I dominated her. To be sincere, I love being her master.... I love smacking her ass and dishing out punishment when she's wrong.