Slave Wife Training Novels & Stories

Haya was surprised by the Headmaster's question; he didn’t have the foggiest idea what to say. "Ok - " "Of course Ma’am, she’s my better half." Asher replied as he looked at the Headmaster. Haya was shocked by what Asher said. "Hello!" and he closed his eyes to Asher. "All things considered, assuming you're sweethearts, I can't do anything there. Either way, this school doesn't allow ladies to be taken to the men's dorms..." Said Mrs. Taha. "It is along these lines, however to the extent that I understand the school was the first to fail to comply with its guidelines." Asher said that.

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

They thought I would be soft. As they dragged me backward, my mind didn't freeze. Instead, a memory from a decade ago flashed with crystal clarity—the dusty training mats in the basement of the Ricaforte estate, the harsh smell of sweat, and Sebastian’s low, unyielding voice echoing in my ear. “If they pin your arms, Bela, you aren't fighting their upper body. You’re fighting their balance. Lower your center. Make them carry your dead weight.” I didn't pull away. Instead, I violently dropped all my weight, slamming my knees toward the stone floor.

And when the alcohol sufficiently burned some composure into me, I plopped it down. "No fucking way. I don't do kids," I said, shaking my head. "No one's asking you to bend her over and spank her ass, asshole," he snickered. "I am asking you to train her, to teach her how to fight and kill. I need a trained woman in my army." "Spank or fight-I am not interested, Viktor. Look, man, you want me to kill someone or torture someone; I'd be more than happy to do that for you. But I can't babysit a child for fuck's sake. Tell Dominic to handle this."

I know it's embarrassing for me to be treated like a prude, but my excuse is that I didn't want to do it because he's the man who tells me I'm a coward, and that I can give more than I do. It would be different if Harry were the one training me. I won't deny that man can provoke many things, such as the pulsation of my vagina, apart from that electricity that can run through my whole body. Provoking a unique sensation, an inexplicable sensation, a sensation that spreads throughout my being, until it turns my stomach. "How do you expect me to keep quiet?" she yells like a crazy dog. "I thought... Ash, don't tell me it's just any man."

"Yes. I can't offer you...WE can't offer you what they have. The supervision. The training. The money when you're done. You'll be set for life. We can't go back to how things have been. I see now that this is the best way forward." So he didn't want to stand in my way, or he didn't want me? Did it matter? It did matter, but I felt like he wasn't giving me a choice here, so it added up the same. I took a deep breath. "I'm sure my Masters know what is best for me. I'm sure if you think I am worthy, Sir, that I will be safe with you. I accept your offer." "Excellent! We'll send a slave trainer to collect you in a few days. He'll be piercing your nipples and your labia - we find the rings are an

"I don't think of you in terms of like and dislike; hate or love. You exist. You're a slave. You need to be trained. If you're going to be a slave for a week, you might as well be a good one. At the moment, you're still thinking about you. Your embarrassment, your shame, your humiliation. You are not thinking about your Master, his pleasure, his desires, what he would want. It's always been about you, Whore, never about anyone else. You need to work on forgetting your pride, your station in life, your importance, and think about the person you're serving, whether it's the man in the sex toy shop, a clerk in the dressing room or the person who owns you for a week. Are you ready to pay attenti

"Zachariah has also mentioned that there are sex slave camps as well..." "Well, there are 3 main illegal packs, camps or villages, the first two you know the Sex and the slave, now they really speak for themselves. The sex slave camps, packs or villages, what they are called depending on who's territory you are in at the time, are used to train both males and females in sexual pleasure but it is not a willing choice, most are sold into the camps and are forced to submit or face punishments. The slave camps, packs, or villages are used again to train both males and females in the art of service. Most are part of a slave village and then are sent to a sex village once they are of age... It is