Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

"It sounds like a Slave Trainer." "What's a Slave Trainer?" "A device Master possesses which was invented by a demon from hell who hated women. It's the worst punishment Master imposes on his slaves. It vibrates against our clits and in our pussy until just before we cum, then shuts itself off. As soon as the worst of it passes, it starts again. It's fiendish."

I saw a ballet circle and the material flared out and up to reveal off my cane tracks. I waved goodbye, staring at Johnson's slave face. The manner her Master fed her was with a cock toy so that the chalky liquid she ate for meals simulated cum whilst she swallowed from the toy. He'd held his slave in his bed, cradling her again towards his chest, and thrust the cock toy inside and out of her mouth, fucking it deep at the same time as her lips have been swollen from the abuse.

WRECKED BY MY MASTER: THE TALE OF A SEX SLAVE 1 I knelt naked in the center of the dimly lit playroom, wrists locked behind my back in thick leather cuffs, a heavy metal collar locked tight around my throat. My cock was already rock-hard and leaking, trapped in a tight steel cock cage that Master had snapped on the moment I walked through the door. I was twenty-two, smooth, toned from years of anxious gym sessions, and tonight I was nothing but a set of holes for him to use.

When they thought about how they would have to handle the feces of one to two thousand people every day and clean up the toilets after they were done using them, these five boys felt as though their lives were over. This was because Hamed had already said that they would have to stay here as slaves for a lifetime. So, that would mean that they would never be able to leave until they die. In that case, this also meant that as long as they were still alive, they would only be given the task of cleaning the toilets and dumping the filth every day. They would have to do it over and over again, endlessly. Could there be anything else that was even more tragic than this in a lifetime?

Her words kept recalling in my head again. “I was just a sex slave. I was so tired of this. Everyone in the palace seemed to mock me for it all of a sudden. It seemed like they suddenly realized I was a sex slave and were slapping it into my face, calling me a sex slave up and down. And it was really annoying, and I had gotten so tired of it.”

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

He rapped up all his remaining work and dashed out of his office to reach his new toy. He was surprised by the words left from his mouth when he told his slave to rest for a day as he never gave any slave a day break. They could serve him all time and he could fuck them whenever his will say so ignoring their pleas; while his two slaves died due to unbearable pain caused by his huge pleasure stick and his stamina. If he wasn’t gone little soft on her she would have fainted in just first round. He was just waiting to sun goes down as it will start her work as his slave and he was in his full mood to show her that he was her master and how to pleasure him helly as he wasn’t found of heaven.

I had hoped the old physician would provide some solace but I was told he had already left on one of his long journeys. I yawned loudly, exhaustion seeping into my bones. I grabbed the wooden brush I had crafted to clean my teeth since my previous one was spoiled. As I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth, I heard noises from downstairs that suggested the people there were disturbed or alarmed about something. I chose to ignore it. I didn’t have the energy or will to care anymore. I proceeded to draw a bath to clean myself. I took my hand towel and hairbrush to the bathroom. At least I had been provided my own private bathroom. “They say all slaves are not equal. Hehe, at least I’m a higher

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

She went on, "I was just wondering. You said you were taken here too." Henrietta finished arranging her stuff before she turned to her. "I was indeed taken her but it wasn't against my will." She knew about it but she never really knew the whole story. And perhaps Henrietta read on her face that she wanted to hear it that she sighed and faced her fully. "Back in the human world, I was a slave, Guinevere," she started. Guinevere's brows furrowed as she looked at Henrietta.