The Master Novels & Stories

Oh… Perfect time to eat - she thought with her eyes focused on the tray amd not ready to take notice of the lady's appearance. She could tell how delicious the meal would be just with the salivating aroma coming out already. "Master asked me to give this to you" the lady proffered the tray to her as she collected after muttering a low but audible "Thanks" She cared less and ate to her satisfaction and belched loudly after drinking a lot of water. Ugh… Time to do some sight seeing… *

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

Master said, "but I want to cool off in that spring. You'll excuse me if I strip off. No one brought a suit." "No, go ahead," Sarah said. Sarah watched with interest when Master took off his clothes. I think she wondered if he had a magic dick since we'd both agreed to be his sex slaves and seemed to be loving it so much. Master does have a lovely cock, but it wasn't the biggest I'd had in my mouth, or even my cunt, since Jerry was wider than Master, if not longer. Lisa had the Strong boys in her, packed so tight it looked like she was giving birth and Marcus, the delivery person might have had the largest cock of all. Still it was a wonderful cock and he did know how to use it to our advant

#RULE 9: I WILL NOT ENGAGE IN ANY ACTIVITY THAT DOES NOT BENEFIT, PLEASE, OR AMUSE MY MASTER. As I lie bound and gagged on the cold, hard floor of the playroom, my Master stands over me with a stern expression. He’s dressed in his usual black leather attire, accentuating every curve and edge of his muscular form. A smirk forms on his lips as he gazes down at my helpless figure, and I can’t help but feel a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins.

Master? The speaker continued, "Witnesseth: That the said sub, for and in good consideration and in humble appreciation of such care and attention as the said Master may choose to afford the sub, has given, granted, alienated, and conveyed, and by these Presents does hereby give, grant, alien, and convey unto the said Master; All of the sub's body and each and every part thereof without reservation, every bit of the sub's will as to all matters and things, and the entirety of the sub's soul; Together with, all and singular, every privilege, advantage and appurtenance in the same belonging or in any way appertaining; Also, all the estate, right, title, interest, property, claims, ego, and id

the master growled, in a voice promising danger to Kyle. "No master" Kyle replied, subdued. "Good! it is a good thing that word came to us early, letting us know this bastard is up and about. Did he really think that I, Brutus, would allow him traipse about my city parading as something he is not. I would make an example of him" the master shouted menacingly. He stood up and crouched over the unconscious body and sniffed it. Then he looked up at his men "did anyone see you with him?" he asked them

"The Master is currently in the medical wing. He was under the impression you were... resting." "The Master is a fool who thinks a bandage can fix a structural failure, Akeem," I said, stopping inches from him. I didn't look up; I looked *through* him. "I’m here for the girl." "She’s with the nanny. She has strict instructions…"

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.

A Master is not a person who only relishes the benefits that his superior status entitles him. Certainly, all of these characteristics could and often do exist within a Master. He may be demanding and at times selfish. He may genuinely enjoy and even be aroused by the power that he has over a sub. He may be able to expertly control his emotions, issuing his commands and enforcing his discipline with stone-faced determination.

Giving her right cheek a solid pinch, he stood, letting her slide to the floor in a puddle of desire. "You have five minutes to meet me downstairs in running shoes, 'my' shorts, bra, and any t-shirt you want. Don't be late." He walked from the room and she couldn't help admiring his tight, naked ass. *** With every pounding step, she more fully accepted the fact that Master was gone for an extended period of time. He'd left before, but not since Sir's return to their lives. Master had quit his government work, or told them he had. But now, they both knew he had placed himself in danger again. She wasn't sure exactly what Master did, but his last trip had ended with a deep twelve-inch wound t