Trading Master Novels & Stories

His hands rested casually on the steering wheel as he spoke. "I've met a lot of people over the years. Most think about themselves first. You immediately thought about your family." I looked out the window. Honestly, I never saw it as something special. It was simply what needed to be done. Mom had sacrificed enough for us. Now it was my turn. "I'm glad you're the one who applied for this job." I laughed. "Why?" "Because it's been a long run with Young Master." There it was again. The Terrence Hilton topic.

"I understand, Master. I'll be at home waiting for you." With that, she left the room. "Wow, Percy, I didn't know you were so skilled at training people," Franklin said, clearly impressed. I waved it off modestly. "Oh, I just have experience with handling animals. It's not much, but it's something I know well. Compared to teaching, I'm sure it's nothing." "No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?"

grandmaster says, “how are you?“ the grandmaster, “Everything Is not fine” Richard retorted, “Why?“the grandmaster asked, “the girl that I kept my house for the renewal has started having nightmares,” Richard says, hope I will not be affected, because I don't want to lose my dignity and my wealth,” Richard says, “did you keep the dog very well?“ grandmaster asked, “and hope she has not been close to the dog?“ grandmaster asked, “where I kept the dog, she can never see the dog” Richard replied,

"So, what do you think?" asks my Master. "How did it go?" We are sitting in his office, following a meeting with Alexander Thornton, Senior and Jaye Thornton, Junior. My Master, Richard Haswell, is negotiating a real estate deal with them worth tens of millions. I have been acting as secretary at the meeting, taking the minutes. Also, I have been acting on instructions from my Master to be his eyes and ears; to gauge reactions, to people-watch. What do I think?

He smiled at me. “So what was it like being with your master?” I froze momentarily as the question completely caught me off guard. I had no idea how to answer that question. I had never lived as a servant in my entire life. I started to think really quickly about how I was going to answer them without appearing suspicious. “My master was a trader. He sold all kinds of things, and he traveled to different cities, selling his goods.” I made all of it up on the spot without thinking too much about it.

Not after he's married. But then again, I should’ve known better than to hope. But I know he can't sex me when he have a wife now, right... I knocked on his door, waiting. No answer. I pushed it open slowly. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of shorts. A whip dangled from his hand. My heart dropped. I fell to my knees immediately, pressing my forehead to the floor. “Master,” I said. “Stand and come closer,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. I obeyed immediately.

“My...” Master Howton’s fists were trembling with anger and his body was shaking uncontrollably like a Parkinson’s patient as he clenched his teeth and said, “My name is Caden Howton. Everyone in North America addresses me respectfully as Master Howton!” Charlie curled his lips, looked him up and down, then asked, “They refer to you as Master Howton?” Caden clenched his teeth and said, “That’s right! I’m Master Howton!” Charlie curled his lips and said, “Oh, everyone refers to me as Master Wade, but if you’re Master Howton, do you believe that you’re more powerful than me, then?”

"While others are just to serve some purpose." "All my slaves have tasted my cock one way or the other," Damon bragged. "And I have over fifty of them. They are strictly for pleasure and punishment." There was a time when I fucked and flogged my slaves as the same time. It used to be an heightened form of ecstacy. "What is the decision?" I cut in. They all went with Maureen. "What is this show of gratitude?" I asked. "Make him a favorite," Damon said. "I don't keep favorites," I said.

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.

His smile was calm. "That's a wise decision, Madam. Learning a new place is the best way to survive. I also did it at a very young age when I had to start getting to know the foreign world called business." "That's something only pro could do." "Am I did it good?" "Very good, Mr. Declan." "Thank you." They laughed, when in the next second, Declan's expression softening. “Are you alright? Arlo can be a bit much. He has a reputation, you know.”