Slave Husband Stories Novels & Stories

He's annoying, I might wake up one day, he is like dragon if he gets angry. Helix and I hugged each other after arguing and I opened the topic. ′′Why did you do that? Why did you tell everyone that I am your wife even though I am not? Don't you have any plans to throw me where I came from?" My question is in a row. ′′I did that because you are my wife." ′′I am not your wife, sir! I am just your slave, hahaha." He was forced to say. What goes into this man's mind? Why make such a decision so quickly? I was not even asked for my permission.

Amreet: Actually, her husband is also coming back, so, she was saying that it would be good if he could stay with you for few days. Anjana: Tell him "No". I am not at all going to serve him. (Actually, Anjana was angry on her in-laws and Amreet. Because according to them, she was worth for nothing.) So, she decided that she will not become servant for anyone anymore. If no one can give respect to her, then they have no rights to take respect from her. Hearing this, Amreet got angry and picked up his cell phone, dialed a number and....

The master never allowed anybody pass the night in his chambers and he had actually left the chambers for her and went into his secret room where they were sure he passed the night in. They figured the lady's womanhood must be to enjoyable to receive such treatment from the Master. They wished she wasn't the Master's slave so they could get a taste of her too but they know too well not to temper with any of the Master's s*x slaves. The last guard who had a secrete affair with one of the Master's s*x slave had his manhood cut off and hanged at the entrance of the castle for a warning to other ones. He had died from bleeding and the slave he had the affair with, killed her self before the Mast

JULIA When Master got up the next morning, two slaves eagerly sucked his knob, earning our clothes and competing for the prize of his cum. It was the last time we'd be doing this unless Master changed his mind about keeping Lisa, at least, as his slave. I understood why Master didn't want to keep sharing his wife with others, and I had other reasons to quit my slavery as well, but Lisa could continue to serve as Master's slave. I surprisingly had no problem with it. Two slaves can become very close when serving a single Master. Once we sucked Master, we didn't stay abed afterwards. We needed to say goodbye to Sarah and Ron, even if Master was leaving for work.

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

"How is there enough of her to go around? Can't they each afford their own slave?" I peeked around and realized some of those men had two or three women kneeling by them, but we were the only set with just one slave and multiple men. Master Tim said, "Gentlemen, I know it's quite unusual, but she is such a slut that it really works out well having 18 cocks in her all day, every day." They laughed. I tried to keep my breathing calm and even, but I'm sure I blushed.

was mainly what everyone said to me. The servants avoided me. Servants are not slaves,they get paid for their jobs. I and two other male slaves were asked to work. There are 10 slaves in the Manson.I did my job exceptionally well,so my mistress didn't complain. Her husband was not home most of the time,I heard servants gossiping that her husband had gotten into trouble with a lord. I wonder what's the difference between a lord and master. I heard screaming,and I and the two slaves ran out from the barn to check what was going on since the mansion was always quiet.

I flinched when a kiss landed on my shoulder. “Sab…” I squeezed my eyes shut as his kisses trailed up to my neck. I clenched my fists when his warm breath brushed against my ear. “I gave you everything, yet you fucked some other men?” I opened my eyes at what he said. Did this man think I was the Sabrina he knew? I was about to turn and speak, but his hands gripped both my arms tightly, stopping me. “W-wait—” “Don’t fucking talk. I don’t wanna hear it.” He roughly grabbed my chest, kneading it harshly. “You’re my fucking sex slave tonight, Sab. Nothing more.”

Either s*x slaves, chore slaves, royal slaves and numerous others. Chore slave really is best. Every slave omega is always delighted to be categorized under chore slave. It's less stressful compared to other. Specific chores and not random chores are performed as chore slaves. Chore slavery rescues one from numerous never ending errands and orders from royals. It also rescues one from continous daily rough brutal s*x and defilement. Chore slave really is best but remain undesired. None ever desires slavery not even chore slavery. It's only desired and cherished when trapped within slavery options.

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.