Sissy Slave Contract Novels & Stories

“I’m about to ask you for something crazy, Leilani.” “How crazy?” “Very,” he said. She cocked her head and sized him up from top to bottom, then gave him the go-ahead to speak by nodding. “Marry me, Leilani.” “What?” Of all the crazy things she had heard this year, this was the craziest. And the fact she was thinking about it made her crazier than the man proposing to a total stranger. “We will have rules. There will be a contract.” Eyes widened in shock, she muttered, “You want me to be your wife? A contract wife?”

This contract was the only way to save them. Reign leaned back in his chair, his voice calm and deep. “Read every page carefully, Miss Moreau. Once you sign, there is no going back.” Liliana swallowed hard and started reading. The terms were clear and brutal. For one full year, she would live with him as his exclusive fuck mate. She must be sexually available to him at any time, day or night. She must obey every sexual command without question. She would call him “Sir” during all intimate moments. No emotional attachment was allowed and no outside relationships. She belonged to him completely for the duration of the contract.

Hunter replied, bringing out a form from the cupboard under the table for me to see. "Just five, why?" "So you'll manage them. You should know they are people, not animals that you can buy and sell anyhow you like." "Hunter, I'll pay any amount." I had a more serious face on. "Sign the contract, and you'll get five more next week." "Good now you're talking. How's your slave doing? Hope I didn't scare her?" "No, she's tougher than those you pick up." I handed the paper over to him and he went over it again.

Alicia pauses and sighs briefly. "You're going to get pregnant for my husband, and when you give birth to the child, he or she will be mine. You won't have any right over her, and this must remain a secret between the three of us," Alicia further says, and her heartbeat stops for a while. Her whole world comes crashing down to her feet as she stares at her blankly. This is not happening to her, please. She can't do this. "Before we proceed, we'll sign a contract..." Alicia pauses, then reaches out to the bag on the center table, and brings out a pen and white paper from it, pushing it to her afterward.

He stated bringing back her attention, she nods and he released her jaw, he rest his hands on the bed, giving Imogen a challenging look. She held back for a bit, then remembered her former mistress Samantha words. A s3x slave is expected to do anything, anything to satisfy her master. And that is what she is, she is a s3x slave and he is her master. She brought her mouth closer to his c*ck, licking the tip of his c*ck. "Mmm" A loud moan escaped from Simon but yet he still had a strict look on. She took his huge d*ck into her mouth, stroking it as she sucks on it as fast as she could to put him in great ecstasy soon.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

If her tears are the one which gives me pain then, her kisses are the one which would heal me. I opened my door and sat on my huge chair. I took out the contract that she had signed just before. It wasn’t the regular contract that she would be signing. It was the contract she signed with me to be my sacrifice, in her full consent. And, till then to be my slave. I can now use her as per as I want and as per as I wish. I put it inside the drawer. I got back to my work. While working, my hands went automaticallyon my lips, caressing and rubbing them unknowlingly.

It is therefore my responsibility to voice all fantasies, limits, feelings and needs without hesitance to you and to work to eliminate mental hurdles that may prevent such communication. I accept any punishment that you see fit, within my limits, should I fail to uphold this contract and meet your expectations. I grant ownership of my mind, body and soul with the understanding that my physical, emotional and mental safety will be cared for. Risk of life or livelihood allows for termination of this contract. Should the need to revise the contract arise before expiration date, I agree to verbal negotiation. The consent in this contract begins on [14/7/21]. Slave Signature: Mason Dharma

he continued, “you stay. You sign the contract I place in front of you tonight. You become mine—completely, irrevocably. No safe word. No exit clause. No going back.” Lila’s heart was trying to escape her ribs. “Why me?” she managed. “Because you stayed late.” His mouth curved—just a fraction. “Because you looked. Because when I told you to kneel, you did it without hesitation.” He straightened, walked to his desk, and returned with a single sheet of paper and a Montblanc pen. The contract was short. One page. Black ink on cream stock. Slave Agreement Between Elias Voss (“Owner”) and Lila Hart (“Property”)

Daemon frowned. “I mean no disrespect, but is there a reason why I can’t?” I asked, dropping the pen. If there was something shady in play, I’d like to know about it before signing anything. I didn’t want to rope myself into something I wasn’t going to be able to come out unscathed from. Daemon handed me a contract stating that he owned me and that he had the right to do whatever he pleased with my body. It was a modern-day slave contract and he wanted me to sign it without any objections.