Sissy Slave Contract Novels & Stories

Obviously, she wasn't suspecting anything and I'm grateful for that. My phone began to ring again, and I had to put it on silent. "What a bitch." I silently cursed with a slight roll of my eyes. I wonder why she was calling me. I mean, do I look like her slave? Although I actually signed that contract, which was more like a slave contract, I still need to live my damn life. After all, the contract was illegal. Imagine signing a contract to protect a woman that was cheating on her husband? Who does that?

My glare met his indifferent gaze, and despite my pleading tone, he stoically informed me, "I can't let you do that." There was an undeniable seriousness in his stance, making it clear that begging wouldn't sway him. Undeterred, I continued, "Please," yet he maintained his silence. A sense of pity welled up within me. I had been reduced to a mere pawn, not a girlfriend. In this contractual relationship, I had anticipated some semblance of reality. What was the point of being a contracted girlfriend if I was treated more like a slave than a partner?

" Let me do a little favour my letting you know this, you will get your friend after you complete your task after tonight. Till then, I will keep a close eye... " He came right at my face and I couldn't even back off, "I would definitely like to know what kind of a girl you are... apart from being a s*x worker and contracted s*x slave. " I opened my mouth to protest but he had done his research. There was no way I could deny those claims except for the later part perhaps. " I am not a s*x slave... I am just contracted to Ryan for bond labour because I was indebted for my father's treatment. "

"You, just you..." "Forget about me, I mean the other slaves," As she expected, James shook his head, "None, all of them come voluntarily after they read the contract, they came because of the big fee that I offered to them and some of them even have the same sexual preference as me..." he said, gloomy. Becky nodded her head,

Thereafter, he grabbed my sore arms and pulled me to a sitting position before proceeding to hand me the file containing the contract and a pen. “Sign,” “B-but…” I tried objecting, too terrified to follow through but his stern response and the look he gave me had me signing my life away. “Good girl,” he petted my messy hair and took the file from me, while still petting my hair. “You’ll be a good little sex slave,”

I put my hands around her from behind, kissing her head. “Just take your time, baby.” “When I got there, I was a good slave. I did everything. I never screamed. Every time he touched me, a piece of me died. After a few weeks, we signed a contract. I was the only slave that had survived his torture longer than a few weeks. All the rest had died. He told the families they received money, and they gave the bodies a real burial. But I am starting to think that wasn’t true. As a year went past, we signed another contract, and that was when the real shit begun. Ethan, I died a total of one thousand eight hundred and twenty-two times.”

"It is a contract it says that you have to stay here as my mistress and work for me fulfilling my every desire for three years. I will not pay you anything but I will set you free after the decided time" He was waiting for me to make any movement. With shaky hands I picked up the contract and looked at it, the world around me stopped for a moment and the ground below me slipped.

Fane did not care about Yeagen's conflicted expression as he continued to speak, "It'll only be for seven days. I just want you to sign this contract because I need you to help me with some things. We can even add a clause in the contract that says I can't take your life. Don't worry. I don't like to torture people. After the Toman Battlefield ends, I'll set you free." Yeagen's eyes twitched as his body stiffened. Yeagen could already guess what Fane wanted him to do. However, he was still not willing to sign the contract. The moment they signed the contract, he would not be able to fight back even if Fane decided to go against his words. The master and slave contract was like a lock to the

"I can’t give you what you want, unfortunately. The contract isn’t off." I freeze by the door, swiveling around to look back at him. Clearly, he’s lost his mind. "What are you saying?" "There’s a clause in the master and slave agreement I didn’t tell you about. It states that at the end of the contract, if the master isn’t satisfied with the service, he or she can demand an extension not exceeding another month." I stare back at him, waiting for the punchline to drop, something—anything—that tells me he's only joking, pulling some terrible prank that Jasper begged him to before I leave.

As I spoke, I struggled to stand up as I wanted to leave this place. Seeing this, he forcefully grabbed my wrist and dragged me into his embrace. “Ah!” I let out a scream because my bones were almost crushed by his grip. He won’t let go! He sneered with a gloomy expression, saying, “Anya, don’t forget that you have signed a contract to sell yourself. The two-year contract isn’t up yet so don’t think about leaving me. I want you to stay by my side and become my slave!” As he spoke, he bent down and carried me horizontally against my will.