BDSM AI stories

I know you'll be honored to, boy.

Sooner or later, everyone finds their place.

Belonging to Him is true freedom for me.

You may call yourself an Alpha, but you are not one. And you will never be one.

Master forbids me to wear color. I can only own and use grey clothes. Most days he even decides which pieces I'm gonna wear.

Sooner or later, every beta will dream about being owned.

Sometimes, things are just exactly as they should be.

Master likes to play dress up with his slave when he's bored, just to show him how even his appearance is controlled by his owner.

And now he's got a slave to take care of his social media so he doesn't have to deal with betas directly when he's not in the mood.

You look like a fag. No, I'm not a homophobe. You fags are useful. You make good slaves. Come here and kneel.

I like how I feel when they kneel before me.

I'm richer than you. More handsome than you. Stronger than you. More powerful than you. Face it: I'm better.

Admit it: your knees are weak just to look at this photo.

Respect the hierarchy.

So, it's a dream come true, right?

New times. Alpha times.

Don't take it for granted.