If your life is anything like mine, you should know that I have a lot of work to do reading and vetting slave resumes. A slave is someone who I just tell them to do something and they do it. It’s a great honor for them, faceless, nameless, anonymous pretty slaves that have sacrificed a great amount of time and money to be here, on their knees. I think this specific night I had been thinking of, one of the agriculture slaves, one of the Gardner slaves I had, whose job had been walking out in the morning in the vast fields of roses and tending to them, had been sold to a botanist who could make better use of her talents. God that twin red headed’s bitch wet, warm mouth felt so good around my shaft, her tongue kept swirling around the head as she lovingly, gently, put her hand on the back of her sister’s head as the sister started licking and slow slicks up and down my ball sack, tasting the skin and the hair and the taste of cum and pussy juice from our earlier session that made her mouth water.
Author: brain_scrubbed_clean
A Quiet Night at Home with the Harem (f/m, light d/s, fsub, domestic bliss, breeding)
If your life is anything like mine, you should know that I have a lot of work to do reading and vetting slave resumes. A slave is someone who I just tell them to do something and they do it. It’s a great honor for them, faceless, nameless, anonymous pretty slaves that have sacrificed a great amount of time and money to be here, on their knees. I think this specific night I had been thinking of, one of the agriculture slaves, one of the Gardner slaves I had, whose job had been walking out in the morning in the vast fields of roses and tending to them, had been sold to a botanist who could make better use of her talents. God that twin red headed’s bitch wet, warm mouth felt so good around my shaft, her tongue kept swirling around the head as she lovingly, gently, put her hand on the back of her sister’s head as the sister started licking and slow slicks up and down my ball sack, tasting the skin and the hair and the taste of cum and pussy juice from our earlier session that made her mouth water.
A Few Days in Fucktoy School: Chapter III (repost with correct tags) [FM-sorta] [line writing] [Freeuse] [D/S][Schoolgirl outfit][bdsm]
“I’m a simple fucktoy and nothing more.”
“I’m a simple fucktoy and nothing more.”
“I’m a simple fucktoy and nothing more.”
Hundreds of students in various states of undress depending on their status in the school, wrote that over and over and over again during lunch hour. There was a great hall with hundreds of chalkboards in it, and the students wrote that to reinforce it in the brain.
“This shouldn’t just be your calling,” the head mistress screamed. “This should be your religion.” God I loved those beautiful plump lipstick lips of hers, Cindy (the 23rd one), thought as she scrawled over and over again.
“You love your owner, be they a man or woman, and devote your entire mind, body, and soul to that person.” The Headmistress was the one who I delegated most tasks too, as I had the much more important job of keeping all the head teachers in line. I mean, can you imagine the all the estrogen and testosterone in this school? It’s amazing people aren’t fighting as much as they’re fucking. Well, not nearly as much.
A Few Days at Fucktoy School: Chapter II
*(disclaimer: all characters are over 18 and this story is pure fantasy through and through, it describes things at best highly immoral and at worst highly illegal in real life. Please be safe and sane, friends. Life is too short to suffer.)*
I was walking to observe another class when I saw this bitch with this fat bubble butt peaking out underneath her red plaid skirt, swaying and bouncing and getting me just hard, as a fucking steel pole. The halls were almost empty and I could just smell that sweet wet cunt of hers, and my heart started pumping, blood surged in my veins, my muscle tensed, and my dick got so hard, so heavy, as blood rushed to fill it.
“Excuse me,” I called out, and bubble butt bitch turned.
“Oh Sir,” she said, running up to greet me. “What can I do for you?” She said as she bit her lip.
I pulled her to the side of the hallway, I couldn’t help myself, I positively attacked her, I wanted to see those round ass cheeks bounce back and forth on my dick as my student screamed “Yes Sir thank you Sir.” Good girl.
A few days at Fucktoy School: Chapter I
*(disclaimer: all characters are over 18 and this story is pure fantasy through and through, it descibes things at best highly immoral and at worst highly illegal in real life. Please be safe and sane, friends. Life is too short to suffer.)*
The stupid fuckslave teacher wobbled into the classroom on high heels, with her tits jiggling and a dumb smile on her face, and proclaimed “Welcome to hot yoga darlings!”
The girls were all dressed in nearly nothing, skimpy bikinis and tight booty shorts with sports bras, or topless if the girls tits were small enough. At the beginning of Slave School, the girls all have their tits measured and the ones with the smallest are shamed, laughed at, mocked, and are not allowed to wear any kind of support or top since they clearly have nothing to hide.
There were a few of those in the class but mostly, to the fuckslave teacher’s supreme satisfaction, they were thick bitches with big plump titties swaying and sweating and jiggling from side to side and big bubble butts bulging out of their shorts.