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Finally, she agreed, saying, "Alright, since this is the only request you have asked of me, I will grant it. However, you must continue to be loyal to me or your petite wife will face the consequences.” Accepting her condition, I nodded and said, "Thank you so much, I will always be loyal, Mistress." My words made her smile. She stood up, grabbed her favorite wine, and offered me a glass, saying, "Let's toast for a job well done. Making Susan lose her child and driving her crazy brings me great pleasure. Come, celebrate with me," as she played music and danced alone. Yes, I orchestrated Susan's miscarriage. When Mistress heard the news, she was furious, blaming me for being too careless and

I hear the vile woman snap her fingers, "Lower the cuffs and bring me my implements!" I don't move as I hear movement all around me. Even when Mistress instructs some of her men to put me into the cuffs. I hang by my wrists, my feet not even touching the floor. I hear the hiss of the whip only a second before it comes down on my open back. Mistress is no Domme, so her swings are not precise, and she's very sloppy, causing more pain than Merrick ever did when he used it on me. I block myself from all feeling and let her do her worse. Only when I hear Master come in does she stop, "Jesus Christ, Greta! What the fuck are you doing?"

The Mistress plodded along as a steady pace with the servant struggling to keep up with her. Along the way there were numerous stops, because at each picturesque overlook Eve wanted to take pictures. Because she looked forward to the breaks and was grateful for any opportunity to rest, Trish enthusiastically modeled for Eve's camera. The Mistress was glad to see that her servant was cheerful about being photographed, not embarrassed and sullen as she had been a few weeks before.

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

Mistress – A Tainted Identity Part 2 Author’s POV "Look at her attitude, highly as if she is a princess of somewhere whereas she is just his mistress, bed warmer bitch” “Do you remember how proud her father used to be on how beautiful his daughter is, now see she is using her beauty to seduce a man who can satisfy her branded needs" "I would rather die than become someone's mistress, flitty piece of shit” “What a piece of meat she is, I want to fuck her raw and rough”

It was deserted there and maybe Gladwin had left again or she hadn't come back yet. Lucy gave a tissue to Lilyana who was still crying. "Let me get you a drink." The woman then got up from her chair, she headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her best friend. "Lucy." Lilyana said, still sobbing. "Yes, Lily?" "Do you believe that Ed has been cheating on me?" Lucy who heard the question could only remain silent. She didn't know what to say while Ed Shane's mistress was the girl she had hired.

Furthermore, Master had now promised that he would reinstate her looks and identity. She had once returned to her sister, Barbara’s side, thinking that she could rely on herself and seek Conrad and Fia to overturn Esme and Peter. In the end, she found out that only by surrendering to her master would he then show her some mercy. “Fia.” Her voice was hoarse. She pitied Fia a little. Fia, who was before her, was locked up by Master, who very obviously wished to train Fia as one of his slaves.

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

This is called the real win. “The truth about the identity of your mistress AKA Ms. Cecelia Sabella” Cecelia rose to her knees shaking her head in denial. She better do something before that bitch spouts nonsense. She shouldn’t let Master misunderstand her. “Ms. Wilson! I do not understand how you got this information but let me assure you, I would never dream of becoming the mistress. I am certain” Of course she is aiming for the queen position. Klara is well aware of her scheme but she’ll unmask her fully some other time. It’s enough to fool her once. Look at the astonishment on people faces. They are shocked to know the truth.

I clenched my fists, the memory igniting my anger afresh. “He offered to ‘settle’ my debts with Victor. Said he would make them disappear if I agreed to be his mistress for a year.” The word burned on my tongue. “Like I’m some whore he can buy.” Lila whistled, leaning back against the counter, her robe slipping to reveal more of her thigh. “Damn, girl. That’s a bold move, even for him.” She sipped her whiskey, her eyes narrowing. “You should take it.” I stared at her, stunned. “What?”