Yes Master Slave Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry for that, but I... I will wait for your call, Master. I am stuck, and I need someone's help!" Ashley said an alibi to get his attention. She knew Chris Anderson would call his son and give an order which he needed to obey. While waiting for his answer, she sniffed, played with the smoke as the rain continued to pour. "I know Master won't let Klaud marry that poor, ugly woman! I have to get all his trust and attention, that's the only best way to be by his side, forever." She paused. And with a smile on her lips, she mumbled, "I'll be her sweetest nightmare, ever."

She stopped behind him, her gaze tracing the line of his spine down to the firm curves of his ass. “You are to be my slave,” she stated, walking back to face him. She did not touch him yet. “The title is ‘Kneel.’ You will answer to it, or you will answer to nothing. Your purpose is my pleasure, my convenience, my whim. Your desires are irrelevant unless I choose to exploit them. Do you understand the fundamental truth of your existence here?” His throat worked as he swallowed. “Yes, Mistress.” “Look at me.” His grey eyes lifted, meeting hers. There was intelligence there, and a deep, banked heat. Good. A stupid slave was boring. A resistant one was fun to break. An intelligent, willing one…

My legs splayed out, one resting on the top of the couch and the other firmly planted on the floor. I slid my fingers down to my pussy. One finger entered my folds before rubbing my warm juices on my clit. My other hand went to my breast and began to massage it. “Your body is mine to do with as I please, Marissa. From now on, I will only call you Slave, because that’s what you will be.” His words ran over my body before reaching my ears, leaving heat in their wake. My cunt started to swell as I opened my eyes and stared at the man who was now my Master.

"Then how many years do you think you can live?" "72?" "Eh?" *Counting from 1-100. 1..2...3....and 100! "72 what? 72 thousand?" Butt shake. "WHAT!!!" Luis Park yelled. "It's your fucking fault master!" Butt yelled. *slap *Counting... 1....2.. and 3. "Tell me how." Luis Park asked seriously. "Master I'm not sure how to say this... but your life and my life is connected. When you die I die also. That is a master and slave seal. But when I die... you won't... as a slave, a master won't die."

"It's when we got real technical with our rules. Master can have sex with anyone desiring a child during her fertile cycle, but never with me present. If we both don't sleep with her at the same time, no one else can get added to our bed. He never sleeps with anyone else except Brianna and Monique, unless they're trying to get pregnant and only when fertile. If I'm not a slave, I'm not having sex with anyone but Mistress, Monique, Chantelle and Master. Of course, as the second lowest ranking slave here, I have very few limits on who has sex with me as a slave, but never with Master participating and never when I'm not in slave mode. As a slave, I can have sex with Julia or Lisa, as you witne

"This had me so fucking horny, I had to take advantage. Lisa, you clean my cunt and Sean's cock, then put his cock cage on again." Lisa scrambled to obey, obeying our work Mistress. She cleaned Shasta first as she was the Dominant, then Sean, the slave, less important. Master then moved back and got a few pictures showing all five slaves in all five slave stations, and a quick panning video from one slave to the next. "That was so fucking hot," Melanie said. "I'd like to be next." "Let's take a break first," Master said. "Give everyone a chance to recover and rest a few moments. I don't want Julia hanging upside down much longer."

she said, smiling widely. She glared at us one last time before bringing out a long piece of paper she had hidden in her bag. “Some of you might stop being slaves starting from today, but first, you have to pass a test,” she said, her eyes darting back and forth as she scanned our faces. The whole slaves went mad with frenzy as everyone began to murmur and mumble incoherently. “Silence!” The maid roared, her eyes blazing like a burning furnace. “I'm Crystal and I'm your boss,” she said, her voice harsh and cold.

“Are you serious right now? Is this how careless you are?” “Fuck you Miguel! I’m tired of being controlled, tired of being nothing but a play thing for you.” “So that's what this is about? You're acting out like a child because I brought a woman home.” “Two women!” “What's it to you?!” “Don't you care about my feelings?” “Should I? Because our contract isn't a relationship contract, it's between a master and his slave. You don't own me…I own you! It's not your business if I chose to be around other women, Catalina. It's your fault for wanting something more…”

YeSe Bar After the last ray of light faded, YeSe Bar remained unlit. Elaine finally sensed that something was wrong. YeSe was a bar—it was already night, yet there wasn’t even a sound coming from inside? If she hadn’t woken up that morning and seen that the bathroom was still decorated with YeSe’s branding, she would have thought that Cindy had taken her somewhere else while she was unconscious.