Sissy Slave Contract Novels & Stories

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.

Sean walked towards me and showed me the file, and I did not give him a small glance on his face and stanched the file from his hand open to read it. Apart from some legal language, what caught my attention was... Rules that the slave has to follow. 1.) Slaves will not disobey the decision that was made by the master. 2.) She will handle the entire household's work. 3.) She will be responsible for cooking. 4.) She will join the master at social events if needed. 5.) She will be responsible for Baby Bella Sean Hudson’s wellbeing. 6.) She will share a room with the master. If the Slave follows none of the above rules, the Master will have full power to terminate this contract on an immediate b

I understood what he was saying. And it made my pussy twitch. But I wasn't planning on taking their offer. Well, maybe I should think about it? I tried to focus on what he was saying. "After you pass your initiation, you will enter into the remaining 18 months of a consensual non-consent contract. You will vest us with all legal decision-making powers for your life. You will be as much our slave as the law permits, and we will not let you out until the time on your contract is done. It's why we work you so hard through training and initiation. We've never had a slave ask to leave or try to escape after passing initiation. Most women say it was the most fulfilling time in their lives.

Her brow furrowed. "It’s filled with unimaginable conditions. There are a total of fifty pages with ninety-nine clauses. But I know you'll probably be too lazy to read through all of that, so I’ll explain." I paused briefly. "To sum up that contract . . . I am the almighty master. You are the powerless slave, and you must do everything I say." She swallowed hard, still staring at me. "I-If . . . if I agree . . . what will . . . what will I get . . . in return?"

I gave her the file in my hand, “look at this and sign it.” She took her time reading it, scanning through the pages as if the words written there were foreign. “What does this mean?” She asked me. “It's a contract, it contains rules we will both abide by and what you'll do as my slave.” “I mean this part.” She pointed at a page. “Is this real?” “Yes. It states that I will give you the money to clear your debts and even more, I will also make you the CEO of one of my companies if you agree to be my slave.”

If they committed a crime under me, I couldn't be caught. "Are you ready to sign the contract?" I asked her, and she nodded obediently. "Yes, Queen," she said in a sweet tone. Dave placed the contract on my desk with a pen. "Now sign it," I said. She moved closer to the desk and grabbed the pen. "What are you guys waiting for? Go!" I yelled at the guys; they were among my male prostitutes. I only had fifty male prostitutes. I turned around to see Kate, or whatever her name was, signing the contract while she moved her blonde hair from side to side. She had no idea she was signing her life away to me.

Today, my body officially belonged to him. “Now that I've rejected you, get out of my sight,” he said, looking at me with deep hatred. “Don't forget. You are my slave, not my Mate. So don't expect sweet treatment from me.” With that, Alpha Charles threw me out. His room began to fill up with Concubines who entered in turn. As if he didn't think I existed, his gaze turned soft on the Concubines. . . . “Put your signature here, Miss.” Beta Hesse, showed me the part of the contract paper that I needed to sign.

she beamed, gaining the other two ladies' full attention. "Gist you on what?" Sophia chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. "Two grownups alone in a house with walls and curtains covering them up, and it's a guy and a lady, of course, something is bound to happen. So tell us already, how was his action?" Annie smiled softly with an arched brow and immediately, Sophia's face darkened. "Don't even think too far...nothing like that would ever happen. Besides, I'm his SLAVE and I'm afraid you might have forgotten the meaning of that."