Novel & Cerita Slave Master Book

She stopped behind him, her gaze tracing the line of his spine down to the firm curves of his ass. “You are to be my slave,” she stated, walking back to face him. She did not touch him yet. “The title is ‘Kneel.’ You will answer to it, or you will answer to nothing. Your purpose is my pleasure, my convenience, my whim. Your desires are irrelevant unless I choose to exploit them. Do you understand the fundamental truth of your existence here?” His throat worked as he swallowed. “Yes, Mistress.” “Look at me.” His grey eyes lifted, meeting hers. There was intelligence there, and a deep, banked heat. Good. A stupid slave was boring. A resistant one was fun to break. An intelligent, willing one…

I'm sure both Master and I overate and Lisa was no slouch either. After having cherries jubilee for dessert, Master began stroking my pussy, just as he did at home when he fed me. "Master," I whispered, my back arching, my pussy seeking his hand, "you're going to make me cum in front of all these people?" "Of course I am," he said. "Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time."

No matter what happened, he will always have the upper hand and the last say in the situation. 'Maybe this was really all that was written in my fate. I am used to this kind of set up anyway. So I don't think it would be an issue. Well at least, now, my master is a boy witch and not a devil incarnate.' Abby thought to herself as she realized how she escaped her years of servant ship with her abusive stepfamily, only to end up entering mastership to another person. Meanwhile, taking Abby's lack of response as a sign that he was actually winning the argument, Eugene gave himself a private laugh. But outside, he retained the dead-serious expression that he had been sporting on his face.

She's my slave And I'm her master. A slave must follow the rules of her master, she must always make her master happy. I will do everything to her to make her know that I'm her master, her God, and that she should never defy her master's rules. Why I'm yet to annihilate her is that I enjoy fucking her tight pussy. I stand up and walk out of my office, bossing straight to where she was kept. I unlock the door and I saw her sitting on the bed as I walk deeper into the room.

My legs splayed out, one resting on the top of the couch and the other firmly planted on the floor. I slid my fingers down to my pussy. One finger entered my folds before rubbing my warm juices on my clit. My other hand went to my breast and began to massage it. “Your body is mine to do with as I please, Marissa. From now on, I will only call you Slave, because that’s what you will be.” His words ran over my body before reaching my ears, leaving heat in their wake. My cunt started to swell as I opened my eyes and stared at the man who was now my Master.

Only a being like him could instill such an emotion with a bare look. I am quiet as I walk into the library, that chilling feeling in my bones, unable to go away. I walk through the aisles, and freeze when I see him- The Master. He is early today. He is here before me. His gaze is fixed between the pages of an old book, calmly swiping through them, his hair blowing in the light breeze from the flip of a single page. I watch him for a moment, and the chilly feeling inside me dissipates.

Facing the older maid, Rose. "What did you just say? Uhmm....you were saying something just now. About the master's slave. Is there someone in here apart from Jericho and I ?" She asked, trying to confirm what she heard seconds ago. "Yes, David and we the maids are the only one in the house." Rose responded and left before she could say anything else. "I'm sure I heard her say something right now." A new girl in the house? Jericho's slave? How come? Who's this slave? And why did Jericho suddenly want a slave for himself? What came over him?

She looked up when I neared, and I could see the excitement in her eyes. "Hello," she said, giving me a smile. "Are you here for the wolf history section too?" I nodded eagerly, grateful to have found someone with a common interest. Sierra quickly stood up and pointed to the shelves with infectious excitement. We searched the shelves until we found a title I hadn't seen before: "The Diary of Salvador, as Told by a Disciple." "Salvador," I murmured. "Who is he?" Sierra nodded as she heard the name.

It is tonight, the time she will fulfil her duties to her master, that is serving and pleasuring her master in the bed. After all, that is why he bought her. She is a slave, and he is her master. And her only duty is to satisfy her master sexual desire. He is her owner and she is just a mere sex slave. She scanned the hallway and noticed that they were many rooms in the master quarter. "The first room, you found is the master room" She remembered Emily words. "The first room," Imogen said thinking, her eyes scanning the whole place and finally landing on her quest.

she paused, looked at Dianna's eyes. "And his name is... Doctor Klaud Anderson." Dianna felt dumb and was speechless. She... she couldn't utter a single word nor look at her little sister's eyes. What will happen if their paths cross again? Can Dianna accept and embrace the truth that there's no way of escaping from her new Master or it would be false hope for the both of them?