Sissy Slave Contract Novels & Stories

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

Enzo's eyebrow arched and a wave of despondency flashed in his heart, the words from last night rang again, "The Destiny has been fulfilled?" 'Really? Then why I'm having such a hard time to get you? What did you have to do with Hazel?' he thought "Alright, let me brief you about these documents. In simple terms, that's a slavery contract. If you want to save others, be my slave. Don't panic, you will also get a copy of the contract after you sign it." Enzo said nonchalantly. Assistant Tony rolled his eyes and pursed his lips upon hearing the conversation. The documents were said to be a slave contract but they are more like a binding contract where the ending of all conditions were just to

I shout. " Didn't you read the contract properly? You are more of my slave than my wife and you have to obey me at every cost or you won't get the shares." Dante threatens me. " I will go and you won't stop me. I have got so many works planned for the day. I am a busy and working woman, Dante. You can't stop me." I barked on his face " I will go and you are not going to stop me. You live your life and let me live my life. I agreed to your terms and agreed to marry you but I never agreed to be your slave because the word slave wasn't mention in the contract. You should have mentioned it, asshole. Goodbye." I snapped and stepped out of the mansion when Dante came running from behind and threw

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.