Diaper Slave の小説・ストーリー

“ You do not want to have sex with me, right?” Cody seems confused. “ Are you insane, slave?” His words confirm my thoughts. I look him in the eye and say, “ Just because I am a slave, you have sex with me. You do not love me and you do not really want to have sex with me. I am just a toy to you, and you want to use it just because you do not want to waste it.”

He stood up to his chair and leaned closer to me, I kept my posture right because my heart was beating so fast. "300,000 for your work as Secretary but let's make it 1 million per month if you work with me as a Slave and my toy," he whispered to my ear and licked it, making chills go down my spine. "What do you think? It's enough for your Mother, Ms. Olivia."

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

"It was just after my slavery started and Master gave me a task to perform. I had a seduce a sales clerk in a clothing store, licking her pussy and getting her to lick mine. If I couldn't seduce her to lick me, I had to wear a Slave Trainer all during our dinner out without any orgasms. If I seduced one into allowing me to lick her, I could have two orgasms, but only if I sucked Master off under the table to earn it. If she also licked me, I could have unlimited orgasms. I only earned the two orgasms so I was suffering quite a lot. Our waitress noted my suffering and asked for the reason. I told her I couldn't get a sales clerk to lick me. She offered to lick me herself if Master removed my

It was a hard looking bread and soup, I didn't mind, I ate it like it would run away if I didn't. I chewed on the bread very aggressively, drank the soup without the spoon and gulped in some water. I finished the food in less than a minute and I needed more. I knew I wouldn't get any because I was nothing but a purchased product, a slave. I was so cold, I couldn't feel my arms, the rope I was putting on was so thin. “Why would they even make something like this?”, I scolded. ‘Is this where I'll be living from now on? locked up in a small dark room, with no much ventilation? No sunlight or freedom? am I now a prisoner?’, I couldn't help but ask myself.

I am 妃妃, a 19-year-old Chinese girl, and I am the slave of my master. My life revolves around serving him, fulfilling his every desire, no matter how depraved. Today, I wake up early to prepare for another day of service. Master is a powerful businessman, and I am his personal assistant. But in private, I am his obedient slave, ready to cater to his every whim. I arrive at his office, wearing a tight-fitting maid uniform that accentuates my curves. I kneel before him, my head bowed in submission.

I'm sure they had to remove any vaginal piercings to deliver the babies and the nipple piercings for breast feeding. "I'm assuming you don't wear these while working as a deputy?" Master asked. "I remove all signs of slavery when working; going for simple bars or hoops in my nipples and the small hoop in my labia. Not feeling the collar around my neck is usually enough to remind me I'm not in slave mode. Having these things hanging between my legs is a constant reminder of my slavery." "Is she wet now?" Sam asked. "She touched you, Lisa. Go ahead and feel her up."

Dania ➡ In our presence? . Mukhtar ➡ You heard me... . Dania orders the slave to removed his clothes.. And he did without hesitation... Dania gasps as she takes a look at the naked body of the slave.. Not only was he tall but he's built as well... His body was covered in muscles, his chest is hairy and so is his rectal region.. Dania becomes more amazed as she sets her eyes on the slave's huge p-nis which dangles right in front of her and her husband... She slightly bites her lips as she sees it.. She then begins to admire and imagine the naughty things she might do with the slave if they're alone.

DIMITRI’S POV 6 MONTHS LATER I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the monitors in front of me. The flickering images from the CCTV cameras displayed the mundane routine of the pack—warriors sparring, workers bustling about, and slaves completing their assigned chores. None of them had any idea they were being watched so closely. I preferred it that way. My fingers tapped idly against the desk as I studied their movements, paying particular attention to the slaves who hadn’t yet shifted. They were the key to everything—though none of them realized it. Their value lay not in their current state but in what they might become.

In the dream, the devil knelt down on one knee with 999 roses, and said to her affectionately, "Jenna, marry me!" The whole company cheered for Jenna, and her former colleagues cooed, "Say yes to him, say yes to him!" Jenna was so excited that she was just about to say yes when the masked Mr. Slave barged in with her two kids, crying miserably, " Darling, don't abandon me!" She looks back to the bleakness before her. Mr. Slave had two milk bottles hanging from his chest, a backpack of milk powder on his back, and a bunch of ragdolls, milk pans, and diapers hanging from his body, making him a living example of a bitter baby daddy.