Diaper Slave 소설 & 이야기

Melanie keeping a blank face "Melanie you're quite,you hardly ate anything during breakfast. Are you sick??,if you are. Just tell me,or is it the pregnancy?? I don't want anything to happen to _" "Nothing will happen to your child. It'll be fine" "Melanie what's up with you?? I know our child will be fine. Why are you talking like this !?"he half yelled again "Apologies if I Infuriated you. Am just stating the fact that a sèx slave doesn't have a right over a child. You've already said it,once I give birth I'll leave. Kindly hi And I have no problem with that. After all I don't want a thing;Am a slave, not a person anymore but an asset,a property. That can and will be used as the owner pleas

I stare at him holding my fork in my hand and I smile and before I knew it I laugh out loud. “ What’s that? Why did you laugh? He asked. “ Because you said I was going to hurt my baby trying to escape? Of course I don’t want to be your slave” I said boldly. “ And did I said you are a slave? Did I call you one? He asked. “ You bought me right? I asked. “ And that didn’t make you my slave? He says. “ If I am not your slave ? What am I? I asked. “ My babymama” I said

Before returning to the table, I requested the chef sneak some vitamins into her milk to cover all bases. To my surprise, I found Jo sitting in Deirk's lap, her body trembling as she clung to him. "Sorry," Deirk explained. "Dominic walked in, and she started... I'm not sure, panicking, I guess? This was the only thing I could think to do." I could hear the genuine concern in his voice, which was exceptionally odd. Maybe he really was starting to embrace the idea of a ward versus a slave. Jo quickly transitioned from Deirk's lap to mine as I set down the food. Across the room, Dominic was disciplining his slave loudly, his preference for public humiliation as a control method unmistakable and

WRECKED BY MY MASTER: THE TALE OF A SEX SLAVE 1 I knelt naked in the center of the dimly lit playroom, wrists locked behind my back in thick leather cuffs, a heavy metal collar locked tight around my throat. My cock was already rock-hard and leaking, trapped in a tight steel cock cage that Master had snapped on the moment I walked through the door. I was twenty-two, smooth, toned from years of anxious gym sessions, and tonight I was nothing but a set of holes for him to use.

she says trying to convince me or maybe convince herself, clutching a clean diaper in one hand and a diaper cream in the other, exhaustion getting the better of her “Ria, we are automatically their uncle and auntie and we are already their godparents, we don’t need to do this to become one, so let go of the diaper love and let’s go start a war or kill someone or something… anything is easier than this literal shit” I say calmly as I remove the things from her hands and she starts to nod slowly “Yes, I’ve already changed too many diapers… they do poop a lot” she says agreeing with me “And there are four of them” I say trying to lead her out of the nursery room, she is already sleep deprived t

The food they eat and who to invite and even what and how the servants wear their uniforms. She raised her children to be independent and competent. She maintained their home and helped Dawson with the company. She was a disciplinarian to her children but to her grandchildren, it is the opposite. Celeste lead the way for Clive and walked toward Lily. "Grandma, this is Clive Aster. My research partner. He actually made most of the research paper." Celeste introduced Clive. "Good morning Mrs. Klatt. It is nice meeting you." Clive greeted as he kissed Lily's hand as sign of respect.

Blocking her 5'2" frame from view completely. Rosy is sweet and confident, but she has never done well against bullies. And these three are the biggest bullies we have ever faced. "Elaborate, and we might come without a struggle," I say, trying to buy us time while learning as much as I can. "If we elaborate completely, you will become even more frightened, sugar, .....but..... since you asked nicely. ......There are three different slave types that you could be sold for. Sex slave, regular slave, and blood slave. For example, you are tall, beautiful, and strong. Perfect for being a sex slave or maid. Your friend is petite, timid, and beautiful. She fits with all three categories. We shall

I said and kiara smile and niharika laughed like a witch. "Ohh wait wait wait what did you just mention your husband *she laughed like a witch* so for your kind information let me tell you you are his slave. Just his slave whom he doesn't love but lusted more than anything. He just fucks you to overcome his stress and you have already consider him as your husband. You are a slut nandini one day he will handover you to his other servants just let him got over you. " Niharika said and my eyes just watered. I don't want to hear this but this is only truth of my life. Yes i am a sex slave.

I spent my life being weak and I refuse to continue down that road; especially now that I have some education under my sleeve and a son to protect. What’s more dangerous than a smart slave? A smart slave who happens to be a mother.

he would not be kind and gentle as it should be. I stopped at his knees and he took a deep breath. I wasn’t wearing much, the slave collar, and a white, silk, spaghetti strap gown that was practically see-through. I was told as the king's slave that undergarments weren’t allowed.. so obviously I don’t have those either. I was surprised when the maids handed me this..I’m a slave and it’s not proper slave attire, but apparently, the King requested it.