Servant And Master Relationship Novels & Stories

“I belong to you? That’s what we are doing now? Who belongs to who? So we’re having some sort of slave and master relationship now?” I looked away. “You’re putting words into my mouth.” “No,” he said. “You are the one who said this first. You said slave and master.” I looked at him. “I said no such thing.” But he laughed. “You were implying it. You were implying that you are the master and I am the slave because I signed the contract to be your husband.”

Glancing at the familiar big black gate, with Raymond written in bold on top of the gate, she let out a sharp breath before pressing the bell. A middle-aged man peeped his eyes through the gate. A smile made it way out of her lips. "Good morning sir Fred" she greeted the man who is like a father to her from the first day she started working at the mansion. "Good morning my daughter, Congratulations," he said cheerfully opening the gate for me. Mr. Fred had been working in the mansion for over 10years, he's like a family to the Raymond's. "Christopher" Mr. Fred called one of the guards standing like a statue holding guns. She doubts if they ever smile. "Thank you" she muttered even though the

And disobedient women always disappeared, so I sat frozen in front of the television while the Master poured himself another drink, amber liquid glowing beneath the dim light. “You fear marriage because the Mothers only teach discipline,” he said calmly. “They do not prepare girls properly for devotion.” I kept my eyes lowered. “Yes, Master.” His polished shoes echoed softly across the wooden floor as he approached me again. “A wife exists to serve in peace,” he continued. “Happiness comes when a woman accepts her place instead of fighting against it.” His fingers tilted my chin upward until I was forced to meet his gaze. “You will never deny me affection, Leah. Do you understand?”

He wrote an ‘M’ in the centre of the circle and an ‘S’ at each end of the lines. Turning to his class he said, “The ‘M’ represents the master and the ‘S’ represents the servant which you all are. Now, for every one master, he or she can have up to one thousand servants but because we have the system called Legal Rights, one master is only able to feed once every seven years.” Hearing his words made Caiden frown, he raised his hand and asked, “Mr Mike, why is a master able to have many servants? Can a servant be a master too?”

"Get it right, Isabella. If you were my slave, I wouldn't offer to take you shopping. I wouldn't let you sleep in my room, in my bed. You wouldn't be in this car with me." His outburst silenced her and she was short of words for a second. "It doesn't matter what I am to you." She said finally. "You are my master, and I am meant to obey you. That's our relationship, master and servant, no matter how nicely you put it. I have no reason to be jealous." "I'm glad you remember I'm your master. So remember your place." Antonio retorted coldly.

“As much you hate it, Omegas are the lowest of the hierarchy. You know this. We are somehow created to be under those who are higher than us. Alphas and Betas alike, they have the inborn mentality that we are nothing but the sex-slaved child bearer they can have at their disposal.” That alone triggers way deeper inside him. But this time, more on the hatred towards these scumbags and not to himself. “But remember, we are not just Omegas. You are not just an Omega.” He breathes deeply and tries to absorb that but fails miserably. “How can you say that when you just pointed out everyone's mentality about us?” “Have you ever lost control of your beliefs during sex?” That made him gulp. “A-As mu

"I was born as an orphan Alice. I grew up keeping a view that I am a slave. A mistress of Xavier Valentino. My master. I had never considered him anything else other than my owner. He owns me and that's the only relation we have." Alice suddenly felt a sudden pain in her chest as Valerie turned to her and smiled sadly. "You accepted Chris maybe because you once loved him. But I never loved Master. I never even liked him. He's nothing but my owner. And I know my place. I know one day he will leave me too. So it will be better if you don't think I and Master will ever be something like you and Chris because." She patted her shoulder. Before grabbing the coffee cup. And handing Alice the glass

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.

was mainly what everyone said to me. The servants avoided me. Servants are not slaves,they get paid for their jobs. I and two other male slaves were asked to work. There are 10 slaves in the Manson.I did my job exceptionally well,so my mistress didn't complain. Her husband was not home most of the time,I heard servants gossiping that her husband had gotten into trouble with a lord. I wonder what's the difference between a lord and master. I heard screaming,and I and the two slaves ran out from the barn to check what was going on since the mansion was always quiet.

I knew this would irk him, and a flicker of confusion replaced his anger, transforming his expression into an unexpected twist. I could feel a small victory in having disrupted his control, even if only momentarily. "What exactly is this 'master' thing?" His irritation was clear as he questioned the title I had used for him. "If you tell me where I need to go and where not, when I am supposed to take a breath, where I am supposed to sit, and what I am supposed to eat, then surely I am reduced to nothing more than your puppet and you, my master, moving me around at your whim," I spat out the truth, "and in our first meeting you yourself asked me to refer to you as sir, and master is also some