Yes Master Slave Novels & Stories

I am a slave but my mate did not prohibit me to make friends to others. “I’m Ezra,” I replied. “So, another question…” she said after we both shake our hands. “What’s the feeling of being Alpha Ryler’s slave?” she tilts her head and curiosity is evident in her face. I fake laugh escaped from my mouth. How would I answer this? Should I say that he was about to rail me up earlier if not because of Romeo? I shrug. “Just a usual slave-master role,” I answered. I do not even know what I mean by that however, her lips turned into an ‘o’ shape as if I gave her something worth that expression. “Why?”

Lou glanced at him through the rearview mirror, "You are right, my lord. But, if I may ask, why doesn't it apply to Miss Naomi Lee?" "Ah, that woman ...." Enrico rubbed his chin, he seemed to be in thought. "When she became the only woman who managed to break through the territorial boundaries I built, I somehow felt that from that moment on she had become a part of me. And I would never let go of something that was already mine, Lou." Lou didn't talk about it anymore. He actually could have guessed why his master did not let Naomi even though the woman had a lover. Lou finds it strange, why Naomi refuses his master when the women are even queuing and trying to approach him in various ways.

"Yes, sir." "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." "You will address me as master. Do you understand?" "Yes, master." "Good, now come with me. Walk in front so I can see your naked ass wiggle. Raise your skirt as you walk so that it reaches the bottom of your cheeks as we enter the bar." "But I'm not wearing any panties. My pussy will show." "This is your last chance, slave. The only thing you are allowed to say to me until I tell you otherwise is 'Yes, master'. Is that clear?"

The slave's rules and expectations: written by The Dominant specifically for The Slave -You will do as I say without hesitation -You will do everything in your power to obey me -You do not touch me without my explicit consent -You do not masturbate or cum without my permission, I am in charge of your pleasure and I may choose to give you it or not at any time -You do not speak without being spoken to first (during any bdsm activity, in public this does not apply) -You will call me Master and nothing else unless we are in public -You are my property now, I can do whatever I want to you unless you need to safeword -I will not remind you of your safewords so know you can always use them. If you

She immediately tossed it up to answer and I got up from my chair saying, "you are not even allowed to answer your phone without my permission" Her wet eyes finally met mine and it was clear that she was tolerating me. She threw her phone on the floor and looked at me angrily, "Answer me MASTER..... what makes you my master and why the hell should I act like your slave?", she questioned. "A slave is not allowed to question", I said picking up her phone. "Well, it seems you yourself don't have the answer to my query so i make a decision here, I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE and THIS IS MY HOUSE SO YOU BETTER GET OUT" she said.

“Don’t you like how I fuck you? Do you want me to go faster?” He was shameless. “I like it, master. I like the way you fuck me. It’s so sweet. I think it would be rude for a slave to be moaning and enjoying her master because you’re meant to enjoy everything,” was all I said. He grabbed me tightly on my waist. “I told you, I give you the permission to drool and enjoy everything,” he moaned in between his response. “I’m your master. You’re my slave, my property. So, moan for me.”

I wanted to bite him, to curse him, but instead a moan ripped out of my lips, so raw and so needy, fucking humiliating. “If I give you orders, you acknowledge me saying, ‘Yes, Master.’” His voice slithered against my neck, authoritatively and sharp like a blade pressed into flesh. Master? The word twisted in me, vile and filthy. I refused to give it breath, and I certainly refuse the master and slave dynamic. Is that a kink? Are we in the mediaeval times? My silence seemed to enrage him; his hand abandoned my throat only to seize my breasts, pinching my nipples until pain exploded through me.

so he just curtly nodded and left to do as the boss had ordered. As time passed, Master and Slave built a fascinating relationship rooted in respect and admiration. Mavie respected the man for giving her the chance to reach a dream of her life she could not have made all by herself alone. Judas, on the other hand, seemed to admire Mavie deeper as he could see how much of a brilliant person she was turning out to be. She was like a rough diamond, more real than polished ones, as they are exactly as nature intended them to be in their raw form.

"As I explained, I've never had a slave before and it's exciting for me. The Master's status gives me authority over you. I like rough sex, I enjoy domination and I love fucking you, however and whenever I want. I'm taking advantage of the contract we signed. On the other hand, I want to take care of you, in every way. I want to dote on you and make sure you have what you need. I like giving you orgasms and withholding them. There is a push and pull. I get why it might be confusing." I pulled her closer. "I called you slave earlier. You are naked from the waist up, obeying me, your Master. But you're sitting on your boyfriend's lap. These two facets of our lives will overlap. The bottom line

“2:)Mistress accepts full responsibility of slave. This includes but is not limited to: slave’s survival, health, physical well being, and mental well being. Slave accepts full responsibility for informing Mistress of any real or perceived dangers or safety concerns, but also agrees that Mistress’s decision will be final regarding these issues. Mistress agrees that slave will not be punished for respectfully stating these concerns. Mistress further agrees to listen to slave’s concerns with a clear and open mind. Mistress shall endeavor not to inflict physical harm upon slave which might require the attention of someone outside the relationship.” “Do you have any concerns or fears?”She asked