Sissy Slave Contract Novels & Stories

Luckily for me, it was a soft and comfortable bed, just as I like it. "Huh!" I heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the bed as I heard my phone beeped a call. I located the phone and answered the call. I placed it on my ear to receive the voice of the caller. "Hello mam! I'm in" I informed the caller. "Good! Daphne, remember, you have 30 days to eliminate him. Don't let me down" the caller reminded me of our contract. "Yes mam, I won't fail you. He'd be dead sooner than you expect" I gave my reply and she ended the call immediately.

And then I told him about Damien. "I signed the contract," I said, my voice cracking. "I signed a marriage contract with Damien Black. He's going to save the company. He's going to make sure everything you built doesn't crumble. But I have to marry him. I have to live with him, for twelve months."

I stared at him confused, Kael handed me a contract, and as I read it, it seemed like the air around me vanished. “Slave contract?” I muttered. I was a property of Kael? His slave? His wife? Whatever he tells me to be. "This is sick and false. I never gave consent, especially to someone like you.” I said, angrily ripping the contract into shreds. “You did earlier when you happily signed what Bernard gave you. I still have copies of that.” Kael said, a playful smirk tugging on his lip. “You can't be serious, you set me up?!” I was beyond pissed, but Kael seemed to be enjoying my outrage, and I felt like slapping that smirk off his face.

Sana was surprised that she wanted to be that and more, hence why she'd drafted the documents that would be sealing their agreement, which was only going to last for a month since they were both testing the water, and if they didn't like it, then she'd just stick to being his girlfriend for the meantime, even tho something in the back of her head was already claiming ownership of him although it was absurd. She'd always hated that Oliver was so childish, yet now, she wanted him to exhibit more of those characters because it was suddenly cute and endearing. Sana wanted him vulnerable, and dependent, leaving all the decisions to her and just letting her handle and take care of him. Sana droppe

"I'm aroused by my slavery. I will cum for anyone. If I were conscious when Jack raped me, I might have cum for him. I am a slave. We both know that now. Don't expect me to act as anything other than a slave. You're my Master and you have the control. If you maintain your control, I will only cum at your direction, but don't think for a second I won't cum for anyone else you relinquish control to, whether it's Sam or a delivery driver or a stranger off the street. I'm a sexual animal now. I will respond sexually to people. Don't surrender your control and you need never worry about me." "That's blunt." "It's meant to be. I don't need to be with anyone but you and Lisa; and I only want you an

"Yes, sir. Do you want me to promise I won't opt out before the end of two weeks?" "I don't think that's a reasonable promise given you don't understand the nature of sex slavery. You've never imagined it or fantasized about it, nor read anything as my slave did before she consented to this. You got a mere glimpse of slavery last night which enamored you. How can you make that promise?" "What would you have me do, sir, to show I'm in it for the long haul and not for a quick fuck?" "Did my slave tell you about Mistress Dark?"

His fingertips pressed together before his chest while his elbows rested on the armrests. She was going to be a slave—though blood slaves were slightly different from ordinary ones which were illegal—and this looked rather business-like, with a contract. But it was until she opened her mouth to speak. “How long am I—” she licked her lips nervously. “Are you going to be bound by the contract?” He helped finish her sentence. “Yeah.” “Forever.” His eyes roamed around her collarbones. “Unless I decide to free you. You are mine, forever.”

But she was bloody relieved when they didn't have to do anything. Now, as she looked at the cars drive in and out of the hotel, pimps picking up their girls, she wished she'd done it with Casey or someone. Anyone was a better option than a man she barely knew. Her only comfort was the two clauses he'd put in the contract. He wanted no physical contact and was very clear about not falling in love with him. Like she would ever love a man who'd bought a slave. When it was all said and done, that was what she was, his slave, his possession. "So, are we waiting for something or what?" Josie asked, casting suspicious looks around them.

I set my eyes on the longs notes and I began to read. _A SIGNED AGREEMENT BETWEEN MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE AND MR NICHOLAS HILLS_ #CONTENT Miss Corvette Vincete hereby submits to Mr Nicholas Hills as his sex slave. SEX SLAVE: A slave kept for the purpose of sexual exploitation. It is a condition in which one human being is owned by another and is forced or otherwise coerced into working in the sex trade. RESPONSIBILITIES OF MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE (sex slave) to MR NICHOLAS HILLS (master)

I never want anyone to feel like I am forcing them against their will to be a part of my pack. “Alpha, this contract is great; however, there is a clause within the contract that states that if the slave does not wish to go then the offer is off the table. Besides that, they are offer a substantial amount for the slave.” Jason’s advisor is quick, and I respect his ability to review the contract quickly. He hands the documents back to Alpha Jason for him to review.