Slave And Master Contract Novels & Stories

"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.

" Galene asked as tears gathered in her eyes. Master Damien smiled and held onto Galene's hands. "You are no longer a slave Galene and I no longer have any sex slave". "Get ready, in a fourth night, you would become my bride and together, we bought would receive our child and train him up in a good way". "I know I'm not a good man but I would try my best to train up my child in the best way I can" Master Damien assured. Galene's mouth dropped open in uttermost shock. What is the master blabbing about this morning?

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

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.

But in reality, and the facts that are just buried deep, she is the one who is the foolish one in this deal and game that she created and started. “Very well.” The contract is done, and immediately she handed it to Nick who took a glance and quickly knew what is written in that contract. “One must follow the master’s command. That one command should be fulfilled more than anything else, for it holds everything and binds the soul that the servant holds.” “Perfectly exciting right?” Nick reads the words, the ones that catch his interest more than anything else.

I whispered, shaky, “Why me? Why are you doing this? You can’t be serious about… marrying me.” For one breath, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes. But then he shoved me back. My shoulder hit the wall. The slap came fast, sharp, ringing through the room. My cheek burned. “You should be grateful,” he said, his voice cold enough to freeze the air. “I’m elevating you from slave to wife.” My heart thrashed in my chest. His mouth curled into a cruel smile. “I’ll have my lawyer draft a contract. You’ll sign it. You’ll be my wife and my property forever.”

“But I don’t understand it. The details are vague. What does it mean that I’ll answer whenever you call? What do you expect from me exactly?” His expression doesn't change, but something in his posture softens slightly. “What is there not to understand? It's clearly stated in the contract, you'd answer whenever I call.” “That sounds vague,” I say. “or do you mean something else. Like control.” His gaze sharpens. “It is control, Aiden. That’s the point. You agreed to follow my terms. I'll be your master.” I feel my heart hammer against my chest, so he really means for me to be his sex slave. My eyes widen when I realize what I have gotten myself into.

he says with a smile and swipes away the hair covering his neck. My eyes widen at the hundreds of minuscule scars all over his neck. Some even reach his jaw and shoulder. They look like tiny pockmarks. "I promise you your experience will be like mine. I…love my master. When I joined him, he paid for five years. We extended the contract, though the money he paid for me the second time is now mine." "How is that possible?" I ask, completely dumbfounded. The money paid for attendants is supposedly meant to go to third-party accounts, never to the attendant.

He lifted his head up to see me a few meters away from his table, forehead slightly creased. “Good morning, sir,” I greeted while smiling at him sweetly. “I brought you your schedule for today.” And I went close in front of his table and give him a copy of his schedule for the whole day today while I also got a duplicate copy just for me. “You have a meeting with Mr. Chua at 9:30 AM which is 30 minutes from now.” Of course, he already knew about it before this day and I am just here reminding him in case he forgot but I bet he wouldn’t even if we say that he has tons of work.

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)