Free Mistress Novels & Stories

Ana tried to talk some sense into him but saw he was only taking more steps closer. “Listen doll, I told you I would get you whatever you want. You can quit being Mr Miller's little secretary and become my mistress. I can give you the moon and the stars if you want, doll.” Mr Fred smiled with lust pouring from his eyes. “Didn't you hear me? I am not interested and stop calling me doll.” Ana now got irritated and was marching right past him when he grabbed her arm and Ana was about to scream but Mr Fred used his other hand to cover her mouth.

"You can do as little or as much as you're comfortable with. They're yours to do with as you wish except to harm them in any way." "I'll take Lisa then, and leave you with your wife." "Lisa, do whatever the Mistress requires of you." "Yes, Master." She awkwardly got to her feet and approached Sarah. "Mistress, I'm yours to command." Sarah flipped the two sides of her robe apart, exposing her newly trimmed cunt. "I want you to pleasure me, slave." "Yes, Mistress. Would you like my hands free to assist or to pleasure you as I am." "Just use your tongue and lips," Sarah said. "If I want more, I'll release you."

She smiled with her eyes half-closed, telling me stories from Orion’s childhood, when suddenly a figure rushed forward and slapped the bouillabaisse out of her hands. The soup splashed all over her face and clothes, even into her eyes. I didn’t have time to demand an explanation. Neither did Mr. Hale. We hurried to wipe her clean. However, Vera refused to let it go. "Lyra, do you even know what kind of place this is? This is Mooncrest Pavilion! Where did trashy, poor people like you come from? You can’t even finish a bowl of bouillabaisse without packing it up, and you still have the nerve to eat here?"

She's wearing a cat mask and white gown that does nothing to hide her hourglass figure. His throat visibly works in agitation as he swallows at the sight of the lighter in her blood-red painted nails. “Who are you?” He whispers as she beacons him closer with the crook of her finger. “They call me Mistress.” She answers with a rasp. Felix's eyes widen at the softly spoken words and he stumbles back. The movement has his eyes eating up his surroundings and there's blood all over the cage. It's all over him. They’d bathed him in stale blood.

As Shasta still wasn't prepared for someone to lay hands on her, it focused on that. Shasta went for a three day orientation of Mistress training. I say orientation, because she didn't want to have sex with women at all, and wasn't ready for full male slave participation either. She observed Mistress Dark and her interactions with her slaves, plus all the slaves who came for training, day and night.

"Mira, w-what—" Mira turned to Freya, whose face remained frozen in disbelief. "From today onward, I'm the mistress of Mistveil Pavilion. If you wish to remain at Hawthorne Estate, you will obey me. If you do, I might even persuade Prince Frederick to show you some mercy. Should you refuse, I can summon Prince Frederick to cast you out this very instant." "I don't believe Fred would treat me like that!" Freya finally recovered, rushing forward in anger. "He would never be taken in by you!"

He said, "This is my sister, Sophie Vaughn, and this one…" When he introduced me, his voice faltered. Their gazes both landed on me. I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from crying. Elias' cold voice slowly said, "She's my sister's friend and a student working at my house. She's basically our maid." My heart completely froze. So after six months together, I was just a maid to him. I was someone he could kiss and sleep with, but never publicly show. I swallowed the bitterness, straightened my back, and forced a smile.

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.

That word from him seemed to drop like a bomb and sent the room into chaos. Briannna charged forward, grabbed his arm, and questioned him. "And you claim that she isn't your side chick, Spencer? Will you continue denying now that things have come to this?" Her eyes were reddened, and she looked as though she was trying her best to put on a strong front despite having been wronged. "Between me and her, there can only be one. You must make your choice today!" Her friends backed her up, saying, "That's right! You might be the CEO of a large corporation, but that doesn't mean that you can have a mistress!"

“It’s one thing for me to make mistakes. But you” “Me?” she cut in, a faint edge in her tone. “I didn’t ask you to get a mistress, Damian. I even loved you enough to let you be,to let us all fun,Except for that slush fund disaster that day I couldn’t look past it then. But now? Now it’s in the past.” Her words hit him like cold water. Loved him enough… to allow him a mistress? His mind reeled at the paradox. He stared at her, trying to decipher whether she meant it or whether it was another of her clever manipulations.