Slave And Master Contract Novels & Stories

Chapter:5 ****** A handsome man lay on his bed stripped off his items of clothing as slaves lazily tried to bring him pleasure. A slave girl sat on him while she rides him as another worked on trailing kisses down his legs. A gentle male slave lies beside him as he ran his hands up and down Their Master's chest. But the receiver wasn't in the mood for such foreplay. His body, heart, and soul were completely owned by the thoughts of just one man. Gouria didn't want to send the slaves out of his presence just yet, for fear of what might befall them, so he lay there staring pitifully at them as they worked his body.

Sigh, I guess I must thank him for never agreeing to that but they never stop and I am afraid that one day he will just give in and agree. I don’t want to imagine what that day would be like, for now that it has not happen I will keep thanking whoever is out there looking out for me. When we get to the pack we are welcomed and shown to our rooms. Of course, I am sharing with Austin, a slave shares a room with the master and sleeps on the floor so that he or she can be able to take care of his alpha’s needs whenever he needs them to. They must even think that I am sleeping with Austin, maybe that is the reason why they keeping asking him for a night with me.

I wouldn't mind having such an experienced tongue licking my cunt. Neither one of the Master's had lost one whit of their hardness while the terms of the contest were discussed and as a slave, I was always ready to fuck, my cunt practically dripping as they carried on their negotiations. Both Masters had their slaves put their legs on either side of theirs and their cocks at the entrances of our pussies. Master called out, "On three. One, two, three, fuck!"

Not even ashes. The scroll was a contract scroll and a high quality one at that. If the poles had done its work and held down whatever demon that showed up, Anderson had intended to use that scroll to forcibly enter a master-slave contract, with said demon, him being the master of course. The contract would have been a battle with his soul as his wager and the demon’s freedom and his/hers. When he won, the demon would forcibly have to reveal his true name in order to sign the contract. That was how the demon would be bound for all eternity to the holder of the contract. But now…

He gently wiped his eyes as he cleared his throat. "If I don't only have chosen to find someone for the contract, I would have already freed you, but in these circumstances, you are already linked to me, the moment I let you have my blood to save you that night, is like signing the contract." My eyebrows arched as I tried to scrutinize his words. Contract what? His blood to save me? What is he talking about? "Take this as my advance apology. " He handed me a book. As I focused my eyes on it, I can't help but widened it. I snatched it from his hands then hugged it tightly.

“Normally, My past subs and I often renew our contracts more than three months but given that you’re my boyfriend. We do not have a speculated date to end this but if you do not want to partake in this anymore, don’t think about how I’d feel, you made me realize love is all about making sacrifices, I can also give up anything for you.” Mason smiled and nodded. He turned to the next page. “This agreement may be terminated at any time in the event of breach of contract. On the above named date this agreement will be reviewed, renegotiated and rewritten, or terminated. Provisions of Contract: 1:)Slave agrees to obey to the best of his ability, and to devote himself entirely to the pleasure and

Ethan replied, popping a spring roll into his mouth. "You did that?" "No," he grinned. "But it sounds more dangerous than fake dating a woman who has strong opinions about fonts and eats ice cream straight from the carton." Layla pointed her spoon at him. "Watch it. That woman also controls your online image now." Ethan held up both hands in surrender, still smiling. "Fair. But can we talk about how you actually made us a contract?" "Fake Relationship Contract," Layla corrected, reaching into a folder and sliding out the paper like it was an ancient scroll. "We need boundaries. Rules. Expectations. This isn’t just make-believe—it’s a strategy."

“You belong to me!” The absurdity of it nearly made me laugh again. “It’s too late,” I said calmly, though my pulse had started to quicken. “You rejected me. I was marked afterward. The bond is sealed.” Elias’ expression shifted, then he smirked. “Not fully,” he said slowly. “Don’t forget about the contract that you signed, as long as that contract still stands, then the mate bond can't be broken.” My stomach tightened in fear and apprehension as I remembered the sex slave contract that I had signed with Elias.

• Will always be ready to satisfy my master’s sexual needs. • Will never question my master’s orders. If I am unavailable I will dutifully submit a letter of permission to him via email or handwritten. • Will not have any other sexual partners during the situation of this contract. And, • During the duration of this singular contract I will submit myself to be taken care of, fed, and pleased by my master. Herein is my signature-----, consenting to this arrangement, and here is the signature of my master Nate Madden, licensor of this contract on this day -----.

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.