Slave Wife Training Novels & Stories

One of the girls was found not to be a virgin, Mistress Hawthorne said with a slight smile, "Only virgins are eligible to be Alpha's slaves. Take her to the first floor." In the end, there were twelve girls left. I wondered what would greet us? Humiliation? Captivity? Selling our bodies? My arms and legs were loosened and my legs were trembling as I got off the medical bed, bracing my hands on the bed to barely stand still. My tears kept streaming down my face, I had just been violated by a she-wolf with her fingers, the first time I had ever experienced such a thing. Mistress Hawthorne said that we would become an Alpha's slave after being trained, trained by who? By who? The man? How would

I said, lowering my head, then I let out a cry of despair, holding out my wrists. The belt landed with a thud. I could feel the burning in my back, but the belt had only been hit on the ground. My tears redoubled. He released the belt and grabbed the chains, which he put around my wrists like handcuffs. The sound of the chains closing on my wrists forced me to resign myself. I was now his thing, his slave. There was no turning back anymore. “Now get in the cage." I tried to get up, but in vain. I couldn't do it.

It’s been two weeks since I started working as Lanceil’s maid. However, my mission to seduce him did not advance because he was busy with work. At home, he would lock himself in his office and warn me not to go inside. “It is impossible to terminate the slave contract if this continues.” I need to make the extra effort. Tonight, he will come back after his long business trip. I will cook his favorite foods for dinner and gain points. Therefore, when I finished cleaning, I left the condominium to buy ingredients at the Supermarket.

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

"Aurora, look at me. Do you want to go back to the streets, unsafe and wish to starve? I don't think so. You work for me and no one would put a finger on your dignity. I'd provide you with every kind of security you require." "What kind of training?" "Both physical and educational. I know someone who'd be the perfect guy to teach you how to fight. So tell me: do you want to remain the damsel in distress or you want to fight own battles?" I had been fighting my own battles ever since I was a 14-year-old. Sometimes, I got lucky and managed to save myself and other times, I didn't. And what he was offering me was more lucrative than a bag of diamonds to me.

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."

When we got to the room, all I wanted to do was lay down. 'You will obey me when I tell you something. You are my pet; I am your master. Do you understand me? ' I did not want to speak. I did not want to hear his words; to accept my fate. Sebastian was right. I was to be enslaved. "Yes Kilian, I understand..."

"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