Slave Wife Training Novels & Stories

He wanted—needed—his Slave back. He'd taken to liking the little Slave with the long hair, and no other Slave could do. She might be so young, but her body gives greater pleasure than that of the others. And he, as the Master of Slaves, was almost done training her in meekness, submission, and obedience. Three greatest qualities of a good Slave. She would have made the perfect Slave, especially in his bed, when he'd completed her training. But no, that bastard of a Captive had the audacity to escape with her for reasons that were still beyond his wicked understanding.

"Master removed my gag just before my time was up and I agreed to the alternative. I sucked his cock, withstood a twenty swat spanking and served the players as a naked slave girl. I had to orally pleasure the winner of each hand for two minutes. My Master's friend Edward was the first cock I ever sucked after my marriage. Chen was the first to cum from my mouth, though he started cumming immediately after my mouth left him and left the majority of cum on my face before I went back down on him to collect the rest. Master allowed me to cum each time someone had an orgasm, so I earned my first of the night. I sucked every cock and cunt at the table before the end of the game and made everyone

Slut had trouble behaving herself, somewhat intentionally I believed. "Scott, how wonderful you called. Does your slave require additional training?" "Actually, I have someone else interested in becoming a sex slave, but she doesn't know anything about it other than what she witnessed over the course of a few hours last night. Before I accept her slavery, I'd like her to have a 24 hour crash course on the meaning of sex slavery." "You're taking my advice and giving your slave some competition so she becomes better. How nice for you."

Revenge, Eric reminded himself. That's the point of all this. Revenge, twelve years of planning and only a few months to start. As a slave trainer, he trained at least twenty girls. Some are voluntary, offering themselves as a pleasure slave to escape poverty, sacrificing freedom in return for security. Others were the daughters of impoverished peasants, forced to come to him in order to lighten the load and exchange for a dowry. A few more were the fourth or fifth wives of patriarchs and bankers, sent by their husbands to learn how to satisfy the different "taste" of their husbands. But for this particular slave, whom he had his eye on from across the busy street – she was different. She wa

“Or something. I require a specific demeanor from you. That I won’t apologize for doing. I have my own kinks. You fit them well. I love how you respond, and I don’t have a problem training or dominating you. So, it’s perfect that I plan to keep you. You also need someone to control you, or you’ll self-destruct. You’re lucky. I won’t allow you to do that, but I’m happy to help you change.” “So, to love and cherish, wait I had to say obey. Damn it, how did I miss that?” Merina said. She frowned at him. Conner smiled. He hadn’t. The place still insisted on a woman’s subservience to her husband. “It should be to obey and accept punishment as a sex slave.” “Hm. Sounds good to me. There’s a lot mo

"Go to bed now slave. I will punish you in the morning." It may seem cruel to set her up to fail and then send her to bed worrying about the upcoming punishment, but it was all part of the training. She had been introduced to the submission and arousal aspect of being a slave and now she needed to experience the discipline part. So much would hinge on how she handled that.

"Despite that, she was tremendously hurt and disappointed when Sam took Chantelle away from her, even though it was Chantelle's choice to leave and Sam hadn't tried to take her. I mean, she's suppressed her feelings for the most part because she loves all of them, but it still affected her deeply. It helps they all remain on the Estate and Sam is willing to share both of them with her, but I always suspect she uses both of his slaves harder because they're his, than her own slaves. It's almost as if she's trying to get back a little of what he took away." That did not bode well for me. No wonder Master was unhappy with what I did. He knew how he'd feel. The rest of our work was conducted in

" Galene asked as tears gathered in her eyes. Master Damien smiled and held onto Galene's hands. "You are no longer a slave Galene and I no longer have any sex slave". "Get ready, in a fourth night, you would become my bride and together, we bought would receive our child and train him up in a good way". "I know I'm not a good man but I would try my best to train up my child in the best way I can" Master Damien assured. Galene's mouth dropped open in uttermost shock. What is the master blabbing about this morning?

In fact, for most of us, it had been a decade since we saw a human boy in person. I was brought to The Cell at thirteen-years-old. They stuck me in that place for three years, before I was transported here, to Lockheart Botique—a small slave emporium in the market district. Sixteen was not the age of purchase for a slave, but rather, the age where we first began our lessons. We were taught how to provide for our masters, how to please them, and how to act as good service for the rest of our lives. The aunts wanted us well-prepared before we reached the proper selling age of eighteen. After all, a slave’s attitude toward their master was their most important attribute.

And today that kind of life just began for her, because she will get sold today, to her new master, the one who will determine if she lives or not. It has been ten years since her mom sold her to one of the famous auction houses in the country known for their notorious purchase and selling of girls. Her mother sold her for five pouches of coins, she tried hating her, she want to but she knows how hard it was for her. It is hard to survive out there, it is hard for the commoners and slaves, you have to do dirty things in order to live. Just to survive, her mom sold her. And her mistress trained her for eight years. Today she is finally a woman. So her mistress said, "You are finally a woman,