Slave Wife Novels & Stories

"Perhaps you'll be ordered to lick a cunt after. You'd rarely licked a cunt before Shasta's sale, and on Tuesday, Shasta thinks you should be training her slave to be a better pussy pleaser. You're a natural slut, Regina. You climaxed while I whipped your cunt today. You're climaxing while you get your ass fucked. You love it don't you. Love being a slut slave; having your body used by everyone." "Yes, I love it, Domina," she growled. "I do. I love it. I've never felt so alive as I feel now." "On Friday night, you'll be serving as a table slave, sucking the dicks and licking the splits of the winners. How much cum will you swallow that night? At the end of the night, you'll be sold for the n

I am 妃妃, a 19-year-old Chinese girl, and I am the slave of my master. My life revolves around serving him, fulfilling his every desire, no matter how depraved. Today, I wake up early to prepare for another day of service. Master is a powerful businessman, and I am his personal assistant. But in private, I am his obedient slave, ready to cater to his every whim. I arrive at his office, wearing a tight-fitting maid uniform that accentuates my curves. I kneel before him, my head bowed in submission.

He replied with pride. I smiled. “That is honorable,” I replied, before adding coldly. “I am Marcus's slave.” The old man noticed my sudden cold demeanor and came closer to me. “Around here, being a slave is somewhat more prestigious than working as a servant, because in rare cases, you could become a concubine or wife. But once a servant, always a servant.” I frowned. “Why sort of rule was that?” “That is how it has always been since I can remember. My daughter Clara was born here as a servant and she has lived all her life serving Marcus's wing.” He replied.

"I'm aroused by my slavery. I will cum for anyone. If I were conscious when Jack raped me, I might have cum for him. I am a slave. We both know that now. Don't expect me to act as anything other than a slave. You're my Master and you have the control. If you maintain your control, I will only cum at your direction, but don't think for a second I won't cum for anyone else you relinquish control to, whether it's Sam or a delivery driver or a stranger off the street. I'm a sexual animal now. I will respond sexually to people. Don't surrender your control and you need never worry about me." "That's blunt." "It's meant to be. I don't need to be with anyone but you and Lisa; and I only want you an

“That won’t do.She needs to learn the hard way.” “You’re talking as if she’s a slave.”I bit out,getting irritated. “She’s my maid.” “She was.She’s not your maid anymore.She’s my wife…I mean,my wife for now.I can handle her.She will not act out again.”I said,firmly. I heard her sigh on the other end of the call. “Fine.I hope she doesn’t act out again.The moment she signed that contract,she became a slave for a year and she must act,accordingly.”With that,the old woman hung up.

Like Mary. What saddened me was... white women could legally charge their perpetrators with rape but slave women like me.. had no legal recourse. Our bodies legally belonged to our owners. An English law had recently passed, by which children of slave women could take the status of their father. Some father's freed their children and many did not and requiring them to do minor work like house work but not as severe as a full black slave.

"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.

Slowly, I turned to face him. “I’m afraid I can’t attend to your masculine needs, so stop bothering me! I’ve already played your slave all day—I washed your clothes, I fed you. Don’t you think this slave deserves to sleep?” My voice rose as fatigue and pride overcame me. Tristan narrowed his eyes. “Slave?” “Yes, slave.”

I could tell them if he wants’, I said in my head. “If I was to say you are my slave, they would have you treated like they treat our maids, you would be sleeping in the maid's quarter, no princess treatment, no nice bed to lay on, no nice food on the dining table. For the time we have to stay here, you will be regarded as a nobody... are you sure you want that?”, Nikolai slowly explained and I have to admit, he was right. These people are freakishly rich! If they know I wasn't in their class, they won't bat an eye on me, Galina will never speak to me like one of her friends.

I felt nothing but hatred towards the slave at this moment. "I'll kill that bitch!"I screamed in anger as the maids who saw me flinched away in response. "M-my lady?!" Lady Kanna walked up to me frightened, and that weird look she gave me was adding fuel to my anger. It felt like I was being looked at as a child. "Bring me that slave!" I ordered breathing heavily. "Which of the slaves? Or who are you referring to, my lady?" She questioned with a confused look. "Do you want me to spell her name out for you? I said bring that girl bought from the slave trade market now!"