Slave Husband Stories Novels & Stories

He hadn't hit me since buying me even though he was rough sometimes and I wanted to keep it that way. Before I used to stand up to Max thinking he would leave me alone if he saw that I wasn't a weakling, that never worked though. Now, however, it was no use standing up to him, he did buy me so I was his slave. That was how it was going to be till he got tired of me so I needed to start acting like a real slave. 'A slave doesn't wear her master's clothes though, only his lady', Lily whispered. 'Why are you whispering? It's because you know how ridiculous you sound, isn't it?', I fired back at my wolf.

"We’ve been here for years, doing everything perfectly. You think you can just waltz in and—" "I don’t think anything," I cut in quietly, but firmly, my hands still picking up the remnants of the shattered meal. "I know what I am." The smaller woman laughed, though there was no humor in the sound. "What you are is a problem. You’re nothing but trouble. Master may have dragged you in, but don't think for a second that means you're special. We’ve seen many girls come and go—none lasted long." “I am not a slave.” My heart clenched, but I didn’t utter a word and kept my focus on the mess in front of me. The words stung, but I couldn’t afford to react.

"Talk to me, Eliyah. It will help you ease your pain. And maybe I'll understand you better too." He released a breath. "You want to listen to my story? A slave's? Won't that be a huge waste of time?" "Let me be the judge of that." I smiled. "I'm actually from the Slave Island." What the hell? Slave Island? He must have seen the confusion is on my face. "It's one of the islands of Ovzdusia. There, the slaves are bred. They stay with their birth-givers till they are five and then they are taken away from their 'homes'."

"And a male slave don't fuck you unless you say, otherwise he behave himself." "One of my poker buddies became a male slave trained by Mistress Dark," I said. "He didn't get an erection unless told to. Didn't cum unless told to, got limp again if told to. Essentially only fucked on command." "Too bad I don't have room in my house for one," Shasta said. "My son sleep in my room, but I can see where having one be good for me. Finally get to fuck normal again. I looked at William Thornhill and he nodded his head.

I said arms crossed. “If you say so though.Actually the master pays off his slaves after five years”I nodded as she said that.Five years is a long time but I can wait. *** “Erm… master I don’t think I can sleep here tonight”This guy is a seducer,he might end up doing something to me at night.Guys like this can’t be trusted. “Why is that? You are still sick remember?” “I’m not sick anymore I’m perfectly fine” “I still won’t let you go.What if your body chills start to act up again”

Nathan explained. “I understand. As a slave, any child I birth is still a slave. I wouldn’t want my child to be bound by such fate even though master is kind.” Sarang said and stopped stroking his hair. “There are times I wonder if master would free me if I found a partner but it’s funny; I’ve never imagined a life away from this family.” Nathan sat up, taking Sarang’s cold hands in his. “I want to tell father of my intention to marry you.”

During the first days, I found it extremely backbreaking to work till the evening. The only slaves who worked around that time were slaves that were serving punishment for whatever reason. Mine? My mistake was thinking, my 'love story' would be somewhat different. I had to watch William and his wife every Sunday, appear together and all loving with each other. I made sure that I kept my eyes on the pastor

A SEX SLAVE FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND 1. My name is Sami, and I am 33 years old. I have been a slave for about three years. Prior to that I was married to a nice, but VERY vanilla man. He had been brought up that having sex was for making babies, and that's it. He didn't follow that to the letter, as we did have sex occasionally...but certainly not often and definitely not very exciting. The master has asked me to write about our relationship from the beginning until now. Sharing it with you is part of the task as well. Just like any task that I do, there are rules. The rules for this are as follows:

Seraphina’s POV As I waited for my meeting with the Riddle family’s leader, I couldn’t help but think back to the stories I had heard about slaves. Moonbane had never practiced slavery within our borders, but that didn’t mean I was ignorant of the world outside. Helena had told me stories—dark, unsettling ones—about the conditions that slaves endured in other parts of the world. They were property, bought and sold without a second thought. Their fates were determined not by their own choices, but by the whims of their owners.

Of being slaughtered by his jealous wife. “It’s the best future we could hope for as slaves,” said Vanilla, as if she’s read my mind. “Truly, if your Master loves you enough to make you a concubine, you’re among the luckiest of us. You should do your best to earn a good merit with him.”