Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

In a hurry, I put my phone and keys inside my bra, although it's bad, I have no choice, as what I don't want is to wet my pants. According to my aunt, it's bad, I can even get all sorts of diseases. Now that I have the convenience of pulling down my pants along with my panties, I squat down and let the valve open, letting everything stored up flow out. In less than a minute, I finish peeing when I was already pulling up my pants. Ah, how pleasant it is to feel the relief in my bladder. Before leaving, I press the toilet button and then decide to wash my hands. "We want to apologize, it was all a misunderstanding in which we recognize that we went too far," and in effect, I have the pleasant

"Tyson, you think you have what it takes to ship women?" "Why do you call them women? They aren't even that. They are our slaves, servants, the only thing they are good for is to serve you and spread their legs." I said while my throat burned with vomit. They all laughed while one guy commented, "I think he will fit right in."

“They found his phone. He was on a call when the truck hit. With you. You distracted him. You, dirty slave girl. You almost killed my husband!” My throat closed. People in the waiting room turned to stare. I opened my mouth, but no words came. Brayden’s mother, cut in sharply. “I wonder what right you have to be here.” Her next words hit like a knife. “She’s always been bad luck. The moment she came into his life, everything went bad. Look at this mess. He should never have brought a slave girl into this family.” The word cracked something in me. Slave. Right here. In a hospital full of strangers.

When Julius Podrick returned to his seat, he slammed the broom down on the desk. "What the hell does this mean? Is he trying to publicly humiliate our entire department?" Caleb Wright lowered his voice. "Keep it down…" Julius' eyes reddened as the veins at his temples throbbed. "Why should I? I'm getting married in the spring. I was relying on that year-end bonus, and they handed me a broom instead?" Renold Stone kept his head lowered. His fists were clenched tight, and his shoulders trembled.

“I don’t want to go back there. Please, I'll do anything for you. I’ll be your slave, your toy, your property…anything! Just tell me!” “You can own me, use me, keep me locked in a fucking cage if that’s what you want. Just please don't send me back.” For a moment he didn’t blink,.didn’t move. His fury radiated from him like heat off a burning building. "You think spreading your legs will make things right? You think offering yourself is enough to fix this war you have started?” “But you're powerful and influential, Aziel King. You can protect me. You can end this. And I'll do anything for it. I'll be your...your slave, your sex partner, whatever you want, whenever you want. Just...please.”

My hands trembled as I set the plates before them, my eyes avoiding their gaze. "Ah, the new slave," Master Leonardo sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Even with the clothes, you look as ugly as ever. Jinx." I felt a sting from his words, but I kept my head down, trying to avoid drawing attention to myself. As I poured their coffee and served their breakfast, Master Leonardo continued to taunt me. "You're nothing but a lowly slave, a mere object to be used and discarded. You're not even worthy of a real name”

At least, they don't torture slaves. Before Ms. Beth left, she ordered a slave to serve me a meal. She didn't complain. But once Ms. Beth was gone, she showed me the kitchen and told me to help myself. She said I was just another slave, not anyone special to get food served. She wasn't wrong. I really wasn't anyone special.

Brett Holmes bought me as his slave for $5 million. As a slave, I thought I had to stay in a room and live a hellish life under the hands of the crazy man who bought me. But I was brought into a huge, pretty mansion with multiple rooms and polite maids. I bathed in a bathtub with roses, and the maid gave me decent clothes. I ate steak for dinner, and while waiting for my master, I watched movies on N*****x. ‘Is this how slaves live?’

She picked up her plate of porridge and poured it on her chest. "Ah!" Nina gasped, rushing up to her feet. "What?" Stacey smiled evilly. "Little witch! What really have you right to sit on this table and eat? The last time I checked....you were nothing but a slave! And where are slaves supposed to be before they eat? Somewhere that suits their place fool!" Stacey yelled at her. Nina's eyes filled with tears. Of course she was nothing but a slave. Nina turned and ran back upstairs, covering her mouth.

The master never allowed anybody pass the night in his chambers and he had actually left the chambers for her and went into his secret room where they were sure he passed the night in. They figured the lady's womanhood must be to enjoyable to receive such treatment from the Master. They wished she wasn't the Master's slave so they could get a taste of her too but they know too well not to temper with any of the Master's s*x slaves. The last guard who had a secrete affair with one of the Master's s*x slave had his manhood cut off and hanged at the entrance of the castle for a warning to other ones. He had died from bleeding and the slave he had the affair with, killed her self before the Mast