Yes Master Slave Novels & Stories

Her mouth felt dry and she tried to lick her lips. "That's where you're wrong Maeve. Your being happy is very important. A happy slave means a happy Master." He caught her mouth dropping open out of the corner of his eye. "You're my girl, baby. You belong to me. That makes me your Master and you my slave." "But you're Daddy." "Yes, I'm your Daddy and you're my baby, but there's no difference really. It's just in the way we see it that makes it seem different."

Titles, careers, marriages, reputations — they faded beneath the intoxicating freedom of becoming exactly who they truly were. Under His rules. Under His watchful eye. Under His control. And tonight, as thunder rolled across the city skyline and another discreet black car pulled into the alley behind the club, Master William Steele had the distinct feeling that Fantasy was about to change Him forever.

He wrote an ‘M’ in the centre of the circle and an ‘S’ at each end of the lines. Turning to his class he said, “The ‘M’ represents the master and the ‘S’ represents the servant which you all are. Now, for every one master, he or she can have up to one thousand servants but because we have the system called Legal Rights, one master is only able to feed once every seven years.” Hearing his words made Caiden frown, he raised his hand and asked, “Mr Mike, why is a master able to have many servants? Can a servant be a master too?”

A Master is not a person who only relishes the benefits that his superior status entitles him. Certainly, all of these characteristics could and often do exist within a Master. He may be demanding and at times selfish. He may genuinely enjoy and even be aroused by the power that he has over a sub. He may be able to expertly control his emotions, issuing his commands and enforcing his discipline with stone-faced determination.

Master? The speaker continued, "Witnesseth: That the said sub, for and in good consideration and in humble appreciation of such care and attention as the said Master may choose to afford the sub, has given, granted, alienated, and conveyed, and by these Presents does hereby give, grant, alien, and convey unto the said Master; All of the sub's body and each and every part thereof without reservation, every bit of the sub's will as to all matters and things, and the entirety of the sub's soul; Together with, all and singular, every privilege, advantage and appurtenance in the same belonging or in any way appertaining; Also, all the estate, right, title, interest, property, claims, ego, and id

"You're equal to me, both Master's sex slaves. While she may not recognize you as her Mistress, I would say she's the lowest rung on the totem pole and would have to comply with your wishes as she does mine. Master's wishes supersedes everyone else." "I don't want you reassigning any orders I give you to your slave," I said. "You have to comply, not your slave." "Of course, Master." "You realize if we add another sweet cunt, Master will spend less time fucking us," Lisa said. "Having another three holes to fill will reduce our opportunities."

A sharp pain shot around my face. "I won't codone that kind of behavior from you. You should address me properly as your master, am I clear?" He growled, his red eyes leering into mine. He looked at me in the most loothesome way as though I've done a terrible thing to him. But...What? Master? Masters are men who buys people and has them working for him, as servants or slaves. but he never bought me so he don't owe me right?

"Whatever it is. Ruby, I can't stay in this cage anymore. I can feel them... laughing inside myhead." "The serum uses a 'Master-Slave' protocol," Vovosexplained, ignoring Nevan’s outburst. "The Ascendancy isthe Master; the Subject is the Slave. To break the link, wemust overwrite the Master. We must give the Subject a new anchor. One that is stronger than their satellite array."

Master made sure he kept both of his slaves happy and satisfied. After Lisa orgasmed, Master put us in the pool area cleaning and straightening furniture. He told us we were to set up seven slave stations with a tables by each one which could hold things the slave might need to satisfy a Master or Mistress. He said Mistress Dark would me bringing everything we needed. Lisa and I looked at each other. We had very limited knowledge of what would be happening today other than the poker game later and serving food and drink to non-slaves today. Apparently, it involved more than we knew. I suddenly got a whole lot more nervous and way more excited. Master started getting the grill ready to be use

"Oh, that was great. But it's going to wear me to a sliver." My Master eyes me slant-wise, his mouth twitching. "So, you're not enjoying having three husbands?" There's a twinkle in his eye, but the question sobers me. "Is that really what's happening? I know we talked... Michael and Beth... but..." My Master, my husband de facto, sits by me, stroking my hand. "I'd say that is what is happening, yes. The reality of the situation." His brow creases. "Does that bother you?"