A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I was knew I was more than a sex toy, so I tried to be industrious.

I attempted to clean the apartment once, just out of habit. They chastised me and the posts were threatened for daring to step outside my role. There were men that cleaned the rooms during the day, my owners didn’t need or want me to do that.

Instinctively, I knew they wanted more. There was some part of our relationship I was missing. Whatever that was I had to find it.

My obedience and zeal had nothing to do with a love of slavery. I hated what I had become, weak and subservient. The desire to fully please them came from a selfish place. Happy Masters would not sell their slave. The worst nightmare I could imagine involved the nameless, faceless creatures that would own me next.

I started to watch my Masters. Any time we were together I paid all of my attention to them. It became my all consuming desire to provide whatever they needed. The only way to do that was to figure out what they wanted.

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Even Christof wasn’t helpful. He told me the same thing the girls did.

it, stay healthy, and they

them until a chuke game one late afternoon. They were playing with a group of men that did not own slaves; I was by myself in the

men worked together, but the part they all played

Master Damien who made a giant pass to the other side of the field. Master Evan

owners were each very good at what

to me

you making

I said pointing, “got in Master Christof’s way and tripped him. He wouldn’t have been able

panted for a moment

have run that pass across the field before anyone caught him, but that man cheated and

moment. He settled on telling me not

only want to watch you all, Master Evan. You’re much better than the other men,” I told him honestly. “In fact, your aim with the ball is far superior to any other man on