Yes Master Slave Novels & Stories

Master hates when submissive isn't properly dressed up and washed. Rule No.5: Don't talk to any male no matter who they are till Master asked submissive to do so. Except for Mr Valentino Master's father. P.S: IF SUBMISSIVE BROKE ANY RULE EITHER INTENTIONAL OR WITH MISTAKE. PUNISHMENT IS COMPULSORY. With that, the first page ended up. I gulped before placing the rest papers in the drawer. I think it's enough for now I have to digest all these rules first before learning others.

It was only when one of them returned to clear the table that I gathered the courage to ask, “Is this all for me?” She paused, like she hadn’t expected me to speak. Then she nodded. “Master’s orders.” Master. The word crawled down my spine like a chill. I nodded, but the name clung to my skin like a bruise. For some reason anytime I heard it my brain assumed I was the slave. For a master to exist there has to be a slave, or isn’t that right? After breakfast, I roamed. The penthouse was quiet, way too quiet. With no signs of footsteps or voices. Just the distant hum of the city I was no longer a part of.

Thorne said quickly, his voice tight with urgency. “You didn’t hear what I said earlier?” the woman—his mother—asked. “I said Why didn’t you call me yesterday about what I told you? I was expecting you to call me, but I did more research. And I heard that sex between a slave who has the binding blood pact and her mate could break the bond, only if she loves her mate. Meaning…if she loves someone and they copulate, the bond will break automatically. By the way, why are you asking?”

Wrong question, that's a dead end. “Master seems quite busy, what does he do?” “He owns a chain of shops and some restaurants and clubs.” OK, that was something, now it comes… “Mr Reyes isn’t a noble, is he?” There was a long awkward silence. “What are you implying?” His tone got a hundred degrees colder. Fuck she pissed him. He must be one of the loyal ones. “I’m just trying to learn something about him. I was just wondering how did he manage to achieve all this, alone without any support? He must be an amazing businessman.” There, she made him a compliment about his beloved master.

How could a slave be from an Alpha bloodline? My wolf cried out bitterly in my mind, "You idiot! How could you reject a mate with Alpha bloodline?" "Rising Moon Pack already has a new Alpha. This girl is just a lowly slave now. She doesn't deserve to be my Luna at all. It was right for me to reject her," I stubbornly told my wolf. But then why did I feel anger surging within me? "You are such an idiot. You're lamenting now, right?" My wolf was taunted.

We have an upcoming group report, and the group agreed to have a meetup on that day. To: ♥ My Master ♥ Master? To: ♥ My Master ♥ Master Jasson! She bombarded him with text messages. "Haist!" She threw the gadget phone she was holding in exasperation and fortunately it fell on the thick carpet of the room. "He'll probably come home tomorrow. But what if he doesn't? I've been here for weeks, and that man hasn't come home once! Sssss! He's definitely indulging with ladies who have bigger bosoms!" she snorted as she examined her chest.

It is tonight, the time she will fulfil her duties to her master, that is serving and pleasuring her master in the bed. After all, that is why he bought her. She is a slave, and he is her master. And her only duty is to satisfy her master sexual desire. He is her owner and she is just a mere sex slave. She scanned the hallway and noticed that they were many rooms in the master quarter. "The first room, you found is the master room" She remembered Emily words. "The first room," Imogen said thinking, her eyes scanning the whole place and finally landing on her quest.

"You are mine, forever MINE. Your heart and body belongs only to Me." She found herself getting turned on by his Possessive words. "Yes, I belong to you and only to you, Master." Turning her around to face him, his hands holding her hips. "Always remember that, now go down on your knees and worship my di.ck," "Make me, Master."

Though truth be told, I did little more than wait my turn, yet my body has already decided that it's done enough for the day. Tossing some crispier bits of bacon and an omelette onto my plate, I make my way towards a dining table. There are three set up in the room, which sits just off of the kitchen. I plant myself at the emptiest one and feel myself tense up a little, feeling every pair of eyes at the table on me. The ones who were animatedly talking become silent as I settle down. I cringe inwardly and avoid looking at any of them. “It’s Lisandra- the slave; the bait,” I can hear a taunting voice, purposely just loud enough for me to hear.

Imogen snorted that sent a chill deep down her spine, while he halted and corrected her at certain points, "( Master... )" He again added as her bewildered expression said she couldn't comprehend what he had meant by this,"( You should say MASTER. It's not Mcmaster mansion where you can pretend and deceive everyone whenever you want. It's my property. And I'm the only master here. So never cease to address me, MASTER) " Imogen intentionally emphasized the word 'MASTER' and 'MY PROPERTY' just to irritate Mrs. Mcmaster and to let her grasp that within a period of time everything will be HIS.