Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

She eagerly let him force her head down the toilet as his big cock slid back and forth into the arse, her finger furiously working her clit. His hand released her head but she kept her face submerged, enjoying being made his slave too much to take a breath. As it happened, she didn't need to as a second later she squealed as he pulled the flush and she gasped a quick breath as the water drained under a deluge of more.

he said when I finally went out the bathroom. "Sit here beside me." he commanded. "Have you already eaten?" he asked, what's happening to him? He's acting weird, uh. "Not yet." "Me too," he said, do I look like I care? "Cook downstairs on the kitchen. You are my slave, right?" he said with a sarcastic tone. I badly want to punch his face for calling me his slave, but I can't. He's the boss.

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

Damon said and the so-called Alfred brought out his phone, did something on it, and then kept it in his pocket. "WTF!! six million dollars!" uncle Damon yelled happily. "You can leave now!" Alfred, who hasn't spoken since they came in, finally spoke. And she must confess his voice sounded cold, very cold and it was also filled with so much authority. "Of course I will. You know she'll make a very good s***x slave!" uncle Damon said smiling and Lisa became numbed immediately at the mention of the " s**x slave ". "S***x slave?!" Lisa asked no one in particular. Her heart was beating so fast.

You call for me ma'am"" "Yea I wanna know the total maid in the house if there's any free place where I can assign her" The man brought out a book and check through it "The young Miss Sofia,Mrs Smith daughter has 15 maids,the first floor 11,the second floor 9"he stopped " the young master has no maid" "What about the maids I assign for him??" Mrs smith said "He send them away" Mrs smith exhale "Assign Darcie as his personal maid" she said

Most rogue slaves end up as breeders at some point for the higher-ranking wolves who need heirs and don’t have mates. Dana has blonde hair, which is braided at the moment. Ginger has red hair; it’s cut short. They glare at me. “Goddess, you smell.” Dana states with a giggle. Of course, I smell. Their newest bulling is to keep me from showering in the shower stalls that the slaves use. There is a large outdoor shower area for the slaves to clean themselves up. For the last week, the other slaves have been keeping me from using the showers. I would sneak out at night and use them when everyone is asleep, but if I get caught, my ass would be in so much trouble.

I should have shooted a video of Mr Kingston on that situation with a hash tag. #I just ripped ceo slash mafia king's pants. Oh! that sounds too vulgar. I cluchted my tummy and laughed so hard. He might be covering his ass with his palms to get inside his room. The sight was so funny. It's fun to annoy the CEO slash mafia.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

Only free in so far as her Mistress went. Slut lay down on her back, her inflamed ass against the mattress, but eagerly spreading her legs for me. I took my time. I tasted her. I nipped, I nibbled, I licked the succulent flesh. The room smelled of sex, reeked of it, as it should. Four women cumming multiple times. Her scent was strongest, right below my nose, but I could smell even myself, I was so aroused. It still coated the dildo. No one had cleaned it after I fucked Slut. I inhaled. The scent of slave, wet, hot, slaves; an odor I was becoming very used to. From even before I became a slave. From when Master suggested I take a taste of slavery. I'd known when he first suggested it I was a