To My Beloved Master Novels & Stories

I sat on the stairs and cried, then I went up to the bedroom where the sheets still smelled of my lover's skin. My lover and my Master. The only man who had ever truly loved me and the only man who I had ever known who could dominate me with a touch or a few firm but gentle words. For him cuffs and bonds were merely for play, only when he felt like adding something extra for his own amusement. My devotion to him ran so deep I did not need ties to force my compliance. His word served as unquestionable power, rendering my submission to him complete and immediate. His wish was my command, on hearing his word I would obey. This was second nature to me and I did it feeling blessed to have him gov

He halted and furrowed his brows. "What are you doing?" "What every slave does to their Master. I am submitting to you, just as you always wanted. You should take me as your slave so I will know I was never and will never be free. Use me as you please, Master, for I am all yours"

I stopped in my tracks as I got back inside and saw master in his original form. Tears pooled in my eyes and I struggled to blink them away. It had been long I had seen that face and I couldn't stop my lips from quivering. "Master." He smiled at me. "Come here." I rushed to him, kneeling down by his side and placed my head on his laps. I sobbed in joy as he ran his hands through my hair, patting me on the head. "You did well, child." I smiled, my lips splitting in happiness. At that moment, I knew I was stuck with master till the day I died. I would find my way to get my stuff from the dormitory I lived in and give the human world a goodbye I knew I wasn't going to regret.

A lump caught in my throat, making swallowing difficult, let alone speaking. "Don't cry, sweet girl," she said. That reminds me of Felipe, but I don't mention it. She set her hairbrush aside and held my head to her chest. I held her tightly, my heart overflowing with a longing to be hugged. She stroked my hair with her hand and said, “I think there's a lot you don't know about your master. He can be unpredictable, but has a lot of passion for her. My Master is always pleasant, even when he punishes me – yet I have no idea how he feels.” I can hear the pain in her voice. She loves Felipe and believes that he never reciprocated that love.

Master, please! A shiver runs down my spine as I suck in a deep breath, reminded of that night in the dark ally, and my voice begging a master to not hurt me. How many ‘masters’ do you know? My little devil asks sarcastically, but there is no humor in his voice, and I know exactly why! I only know one master, and the fact that I was begging him to not hurt me and that I conjured these memories while someone was trying to rape me only means one thing.

“For loving me, for making me feel alive, for healing me, for always being there with me, for being my loving Master.” He smiles and pulls me closer. “I’ll always be your loving Master, love.” He kisses my forehead. “And I’ll always love you.” I close my eyes, feeling his warmth. This is my home, and this is where I belong, in his arms, under his control, and completely fulfilled.

A pet. Master had said that I was beautiful but I doubted it. I believed him whole-heartedly and trusted him with my life but this one particular thing was hard to accept when I'd been told the opposite for a really long time. Master had saved me. I would have done anything for him. His wish was my command. It had not even been a day since he had saved me from him, from my own version of hell, and had given me hope. Master gave me a place to call home. I still thought that it was all a dream, that Master would give me away once he was bored of me. I made it my life goal to be the perfect slave for him. He didn't like it when I called myself that, but I didn't know what else to call myself. T

He is now licking every juice on my kitty which makes me scream. “Ugh! Yes, Alejandro!" I screamed. The room is now filled with my moans and screams. It also seems like Alejandro is enjoying it because he even eats me more until I feel something building up in my abdomen. I also feel like I am about to pee. “Alejandro, I am about to pee." I am having a hard time speaking because of the pleasure. “Call me master, Chloe." He said. I bit my lower lips because of what he had said.

"I don't make offers to my slaves, Jon. I tell them what needs to be done and they do it." "Well said, my lord. What would you like for breakfast?" "Eggs and bacon. And a female slave to feed me." "As you wish, my lord.' I ended up eating more of the slave than even the food. There was something suddenly off. I wasn't enjoying the sex anymore. There was less pleasure and all I wanted was to thrust as deep as I could until I came. I just could not take my mind off that slave boy.

Jaw slackening a tad as he eyed me curiously. I watched as his gaze wandered towards Sebastian. He remained silent, but I noticed his head had tilted slightly towards me. Toying with his glass filled with dark red wine, Sebastian nodded at his unspoken request. He turned back to me, a polite smile painted happily on his face. He bowed, “You’re welcome madam. It was a pleasure.” I blushed, “Madam?” “Does the name offend you?”