I walked back to the sitting room, having a pit of anxiousness in my stomach. I stood before Ethan nervously, my fingers squeezed together.
"Slave, go over to that table and sit on it." He instructs, i nod my head... walked over to the table and sat down on it.
"I want you to spread your legs wide for me." I gulped nervously, and did as Ethan said. I spread my legs wide, revealing my shinning pussy to him.
"Now, I need you to touch yourself slave and I am going to watch you do that." He grinned relaxing back into the couch.
I froze in spot at what he said, he wants me to touch myself? He wants me to masturbate while he watch. Nope, this is the very last thing I would do.
"I'm waiting slave." He whistled in a sing song manner.
I close my legs openly rebelling to him. I will not masturbate and allow him to watch me do that.
"You wouldn't want to get punished for disobeying your master, would you? Slave."
I folded my hands b
Janice POV."I've been a bad slave, I've been really disobedient to my master. I didn't take his permission to have an orgasm." I said this words, over and over again... My knees folded up in the bathtub.I felt so much cold, I could feel my teeth chattering due to the cold am feeling.Ethan wasn't joking, when he said he was going to let me seat in the bathroom all night. I don't know what time it is now, but I do know that I have spent awfully a lot of time in here.Would it be weird to say, a part of me feel really sorry for what I did. I felt guilty for having an orgasm when my master clearly told me not to do so.That part of me, seek for my master forgiveness, and sincerely wants to become a better slave to him.And then, there is the other part of me that just want to be free of all this. The part, that
I stirred the egg in the frying pan, happy as fuck! My master compliment ringing in my head continuously. I'm glad he likes it, I can't stop blushing.I placed the scrambled eggs on a flat plate, arranged five slice of bread next to it, a cup of tea... And carried it to the dinning table."Master, your food is ready." I announced, bringing out his chair. He loves sitting down at the head chair, on the dinning table."Is that so slave?." He asked rising up from the couch, he walked over to the dinning table and sat on his chair.He ate the food quietly, while I knelt down beside him. This time I didn't stare at the ground, I was looking at him.. I was fascinated by the way he eats, the way his mouth and teeth move.I shake my head in shock, why am I worshipping the way he eats and the way his mouth moves. I think... I think... I'm begining to unconsciously liking the fact that I am a slave, to Ethan.My eyes widen in realization, knowin
*A slave should always accept who they are. A slave should give all claims to self. A slave should learn to accept that a higher power, has more power to run their life. To be a submissive is to submit yourself to your dominamnt and their desires. It is to trust they will keep you safe and not transgress your limits, but ultimately you are putting yourself in their control. A good dominant will always consider their submissive's needs and desires, to ensure they have a fulfilling experience serving them. However, what occurs in such a relationship dynamic is at the discretion, of the dominant, not the submissive.* I dropped the book down, my head pounding from everything I've been reading. This words... *It is to trust they will keep you safe and not transgress your limits, but ultimately you are putting yourself in their control.* &
"Brenda! What are you doing here." I asked in shock getting up on my feet. "On all fours, slave!" Ethan growled, I turned to stare at him in shock. Did he just say that in front of my sister... "This is my sister." I whispered to him pleadingly. "I can see the resemblance slave. Now if you don't want me dragging you into the house, give you a good whipping on your ass cheeks.. then you had better get back on all fours, slave!" He said sternly, his eyes on my sister. Oh my God, this is not happening to me right now. I looked at my sister, then returned my gaze back to Ethan. I gulped nervously, and went back to my original position, on all fours. "Wow sis, I didn't know you were into such a thing." Janice states. What me? Into such a thing? I'm not, this was all forced on me Brenda! "I'm Ethan smith." Ethan said casually, stretching forth his hand for a handshake, while
I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, my heart shattered beyond repair. At a point I felt so angry, I couldn't really tell why I was angry but I was indeed angry. I'm angry at everything, I'm angry at Ethan for turning me into his slave and making me like it. I hate him for being so easy and having sex with my sister. I hate him for treating me this way, like I didn't exist. I hate my sister for coming over, why does she have to choose today of all days to visit me. Why does she have flirt with Ethan, why does she have to give herself so easy to him. Why does she have to seduce him and have sex with him. I hate her. "Slave, Slave, Slave! Slave!! Slave!!!" I heard Ethan growl from downstairs. I hate him, and I'm not going downstairs. Fuck him!! "Slave!! Slave!!! Slave get your ass down here!!" He roared. I stayed put, putting up a strong face. I'm not going down there, I will not go dow
Ethan Smith I watched her sleep peacefully, she would turn once in a while, make a little bit of noise then go back to sleep. I came here to get revenge on her but am afraid is becoming more than that. My mind went over the happenings of today, and i chuckled. Janice sister, is like the total opposite of her. Unlike Janice, Brenda has a very socializing personality. Still unlike Janice, she has a mouth that could equally be called a tap. Because of Janice jealousy, she failed to see that the little bit of flirt here and there was nothing but a cruise between I and her sister. "Hey Ethan, ever since Janice and I were kids, I have never been able to annoy her. You know, get her to hate me. Just siblings hate, so.. I finally found a way to do so. Please, just help me annoy my sister in a little way." Brenda had pleaded, pouting. &
My day had started really great, it felt like I was in some kind of fairytale. A man who I had come to fear and call master, not just only cooked for me but also served me the food on bed.But I should have of course known that not everything goes smoothly, even in a fairy tale. At the end of my beautiful morning, I ended up with a freaking vibrator that does nothing else but to torment me.The vibrator brings me close to having an orgasm, then stops... Refusing me from cumming. Right now, I am a horny mother fucker. I can literally beg anyone to fuck me right now. Okay, maybe it hasn't reached that stage yet.. but I do know there's 30% possibility of me begging just literally any passer by to fuck me.I thought the vibrator would only be left in me for just a day, but the next day... I still had the vibrator in me. And so was the day after that day, and then the day after the other day... Until it became a week.
Walking out of my room with my car keys, my heart wouldn't stop beating so hard. My palms felt sweaty and itchy, as I imagined walking into the shopping mall with a damn collar hanging around my neck.Wait, what if Ethan decides it would be best for him to hold my collar and I stroll into the shopping mall on all fours, like a dog. Ohh my God!Okay, I have to prevent this from happening. I have to do something. Oh my goodness, why didn't I think of this. Going to the mall, is an opportunity to finally escape from Ethan. I can finally put an end to all this.All I have to do is walk up to a guard, or signal anyone that I am being held against my wish. And then, I can finally get free... while Ethan would be sent back to prison. I can already taste my freedom, I can see Ethan getting dragged back to prison, where he came from.I could also start researching on why my characters came to life, but first.. to achieve all this, I have to get to the mall f