Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

I fist my palm as I try not to let it take over me. " Oh, but you are... You are a fucking slut and I ... And I am your master. Do you understand?" My voice heavy and low as I wheeze. I never believed in this shit of master and slaves. I am involved in a lot of things that are twisted , illegal, and immoral in the eyes of the general.

His thought was blank at that moment that he went through that pain of being treated and it was at that moment he realized that he did not have anyone dear to him so much, except for his mother, whom they were not that close. His thoughts wandered far and wide and for some reason surprising to him, he thought about Loretta, his slave who did this to him in the first place. Why am I thinking about that slave right now? Is it hate? What should I do to get for what she has done to me? How dare she do this to me? A mere slave? He thought in more pain as he was still being worked on by the doctor and he was now starting to zone out already, he could it bear the pain anymore and it seemed like the

he drawled, like this was some sort of business deal instead of my entire life being sold off. I ignored him, lips pressed into a thin line, but the silence only seemed to amuse him more. His mouth curved wider, slow and cruel, like he enjoyed the taste of my dread. “Don’t sulk, little menace. You should be honored. Out of all the worthless wolves, I chose you.” Honored? I wanted to laugh in his face. Instead, my nails dug crescents into the paper, the words Omega Slave blurring under my grip. “Why’d I want to be your slave?” I asked, finally finding my voice.

smiling Tora said immediately tapping Haya on the shoulder. "What are your rules by the way?" asked Tora curiously. "The rules he made, like I'm going to litter evéry in the morning, I'm going to clean up, it's forbidden to interfere with things that aren't his, it's forbidden to litter and so on. "said Haya. "Ah, it seems sad by his standards, it would be quite difficult for you. said Tora." "Which one, the janitor or the garbage disposal?" Haya asked.

"You're welcome." "All of his workers are pigs," she muttered, selecting a pair of bright pink rubber gloves from the trolley and sliding them on. With plunger in hand, she turned her gaze back to the disgustingly dirty, brown-stained toilet. Letting out a heavy sigh, she placed her hands on her hips and surveyed the mess of soaked tissue papers that had even managed to block the toilet. "They're worse than pigs, seriously. Pigs would do a better job. Most of them are just plain abnormal," she grumbled as she plunged the toilet.

Clive and Celeste exchanged glances as they can hear each other's breathing. "Clive, don't be too formal. It's still me." Celeste mockingly opened the conversation and gave Clive a clean towel to dry himself. Clive started wiping drops of sweat in his forehead. "Is it ok to use your bathroom? I would like to remove my shirt and wipe my sweat off." "Don't be silly. You can always take off your clothes in front of me. I've seen them all, remember?" Celeste smiled with sinister in her eyes.

I asked. "The March of Dimes," she replied. I wrote the name on her paper sack and began the auction. "Lisa and gentlemen, up for auction tonight is a new slave, just enslaved a week ago tomorrow morning. But she is not an inexperienced slave anymore, people. In that short week, she's gained a vast amount of experience. She has sucked a covey of cocks, licked a plethora of pussy and pleasured people with all three of her holes. Last Saturday, her Master purchased all of Trelio's for the evening. Regina's cunt was used to tip six employees at Trelio's bent over a table for their splendid service to our dinner party, one right after the other, in public, in a train."

All because of these people’s lies. I stood up slowly from the floor. “Thought you could be cheeky with us, didn’t you? Slave!” Zeke says and the others laugh with Rosey laughing the loudest. I held my tears until I got into the kitchen then let them fall, it's too much, no matter how much I try he will never be satisfied.

I shifted my gaze to the wall clock and it was just six. Daniela lead me to a large dinning hall in the servant's quarter.I never knew the number of slaves the master had were numerous.Worst part they all kept staring at me and muttering something to themselves. “Why are they staring at me like that?”I asked Daniela. “They think you are beautiful”I blushed as she said that. “Really?” “Yeah.The master might end up choosing you after all”she smiled. “Stop saying that” “Duh it’s true”

Other senses slowly returning, no longer confined to touch. "You smell of sex, slave." It was true. I reeked of sex, of pleasure pursued and realized, a locker room of sex. "Don't clean yourself off. I think you should smell of sex all day long, the scent of it lingering, reminding you of what you are, a slutty little slave." "Your slave, Master." "My slave," he agreed. "My slave, whom I love with all my heart."