Slave Training Erotica Novels & Stories

He stated bringing back her attention, she nods and he released her jaw, he rest his hands on the bed, giving Imogen a challenging look. She held back for a bit, then remembered her former mistress Samantha words. A s3x slave is expected to do anything, anything to satisfy her master. And that is what she is, she is a s3x slave and he is her master. She brought her mouth closer to his c*ck, licking the tip of his c*ck. "Mmm" A loud moan escaped from Simon but yet he still had a strict look on. She took his huge d*ck into her mouth, stroking it as she sucks on it as fast as she could to put him in great ecstasy soon.

That is what I want her to be like for the rest of her life. A slave should always be a slave she can't try defending herself from someone like me oh no! If she leads me to be my slave forever I won't be messing with her again. If not I will spoil her image here and she will be ruined. I will make sure she doesn't see a spouse for herself and that everyone hates her. "Vivian Lively." As I was happy I heard my name so I checked who called me. It was Neil. He was carrying a long face with hatred on it.

He did and she nodded her head nervously. "I wanted to take things easy with you but you don't want that. You want to show the most dangerous man how tough and stubborn you are. So from today, you will be my slave. Not just a slave, but my sex slave, my sex toy, my sex object." Jennifer was shocked. She didn't see that coming. "I don't understand. What do you mean by your sex slave?" Jennifer said.

I gasp. I bite my lower lip after feeling another slap from him. My body reacts, contracts, excites... Hmm... I declare myself an extreme masochist. This is just sex, and it will stay that way. "Stay still," he orders. "I'm going to fuck you," he mutters. "Today, you've driven me crazy, and I'll fuck you until you scream for more and more." Hearing him say that suffocates me, excites me, and incites me.

He tilted his head to the side. “But—” “As a perfect slave, your desire should be to please your master.” He trailed the whip around my breast. “Master, I did nothing—" “Wrong? I already know that.” He laughed, “you did nothing reprehensible.” He touched my nipples with the head of the whip, and the rebellious buds hardened at his ministration. My pussy clenched tightly, and I felt it getting wet. What's amiss with me? Why am I getting aroused by this?

Between my own arousal and the lube, I was a soaking mess; I could hear the wet, squelching sounds of his work, and I felt the trail of moisture dripping off his hand and soaking into the bedsheets. He withdrew his fingers abruptly, only to rain down a series of stinging spanks. Slap. Slap. Slap. "You like that, don't you? My little slut," he growled, his voice loud and proud in the quiet room. "Yes! Again!" I cried out, my voice high and frantic. "I'm your slut, Kael! I'm yours! Break me, please just break me!" My moans turning into high-pitched wails of pure, unadulterated need.

I bury my fingers into his thick hair and press his face closer into my breast and Harvey joins him on the other nipple, both suck at different paces at the same time. Jace is harsh and Harvey is soft, I love it, the difference in the two of them makes me go nuts. I am bent over to lay on my stomach for them with my ass up, I feel a hot palm rub over my plush ass before a sharp slap hits and it bounces. The pain pushes a high pitch whimper out of me and I can't help but open my mouth, another slap is landed and my entire body vibrates with more lust. They know what to do to me to make me weak and desperate.

She stroked me with slow precision, pulling me right to the edge. Then she stopped. I bucked again. She slapped my thigh. “Still.” Again. The build-up. The pause. The retreat. Torture. Pure, burning, brilliant torture. And in that moment, I realized something terrifying. I didn’t want it to end. She leaned down, licked a stripe up my shaft, let her breath kiss the tip, then pulled away. “Now,” she said, “you’re going to use your mouth.” She untied my hands but left the blindfold. She guided me to kneel. Then she sat in the chair and lifted her skirt—bare beneath, wet, open, glorious.

"Orrin nearly tore me in half getting to her. I'm sure." "Goddess." He sat down, hard. A grin was starting to spread across his face, the helpless kind. "Who is it? Which House? Does Petra know yet, she's going to be insufferable…" "She's a participant. In the Slave Games" The grin fell from his face.

Anyway, I was determined to make Joana remember who fucked her so furiously that night, so one of my hands went down to her ass, and the slaps continued. Moaning and moaning meaningless whining, we gave ourselves to that wet and dirty sex. Our skins began to sweat even more than they already were, but together that way, we just stuck even more. Joana bit her hand to moan loudly, and I said the worst kind of obscenity my mind could gather at that moment, whispering in her ear. Joana moaned again, totally involved by the smell of our sex in the air.