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I yelled, making her flinch. “I am ready.” She said. “Ready for what??” “Ready to be your mistress if that is what you want…I just want your forgiveness.” She said as tears slipped through her face. I suddenly burst into laughter. “I see…barely a day after fleeing from my house, you now have a new found confidence and that of a whore too???” “I am not a whore..…you asked me to be your mistress and if that is what it takes to get your forgiveness, I will be.” She said.

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.

He startled her with a cold voice, "Uncover them and watch me." She gulped and did as he ordered, feeling shameful when she wasn't the one going naked. The Mistress was clad in nothing but lace panties and a handless brassiere right before her eyes. "What is the point of being a Mistress if you are treated like this? "I wonder how he will treat me as a slave—I can not handle the humiliation of being observed by someone or people," she said, clenching her fist. With a tug, he turned the Mistress so that her palms were facing the wall. After grabbing her underwear and firmly adjusting it to the side, he gave Elena a scathing glare that made her shudder.

"Why make things too hard for yourself when you can let go of the things that's burdening you? Once you surrender your desire to me, you shall forget and live like a new creation in this world, without responsibilities; without worries." The mistress enticement is meant to lure her subject into giving up her desire which she is eager to get a taste of. It has been long since the last time she encounters such strong determination, such solid spirit. Yet without acquiescence, she is not to haul anything from anyone. After all, she can't take what's not freely given to her. Not that she doesn't want to but the rule of the realms prohibits her.

I begged him to give me a chance and he told me that the only way he could give me a chance was if I could last a session with a mistress. I did the research and even then I was not prepared for what was in store. He took me to this beautiful house and introduced me to his lady friend, her name was Mistress p, at the time I didn't know what the P stood for. He told me that he was going to leave me with her and that he would pick me up the following day. Mistress P was a goddess of seduction, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was already hypnotized.

“Oh no, Luna. I may be marked as a slave, but I am not a slave, and I love working here. To serve the Kings and the Queen is a great privilege and one I am thankful for. If it wasn’t for King Fredrick, I would still be a slave within my birth pack. He found me on one of his visits, bought me from my Alpha, and then set me free. I still have my mark, but what I do here is of my own choice.” She moves slightly, and I see the slave mark on her neck. Misty stirs and then stands up in my head. She looks out of my eyes with me and lets out a low growl before saying, “Annalise, we can help her. We can set her truly free.” “Really?” “Yes.” “But she belongs to Fredrick.” “So, ask him.” I straighten a

"Go for it! Doesn't it feel good to throw water onto that bitch's face? The other time, my husband brought his mistress home and I straddled her right away before slapping her again and again. It felt so fucking good!" "It's just unfortunate that the water wasn't hot. She doesn't care about her reputation anyway, so might as well just scald her." "I'm so proud of you, Madam. There's no need to waste any effort trying to talk sense into an immoral wench like her!" "Don't any of you notice that the mistress looks like a beauty guru? It wasn't clear from a far distance, but now that the camera's gotten closer, she looks so much like her!" "It's Lana!"

"I could not tell you about the Mistress when she had already disowned and cut ties with me. She saw me as an enemy and forbade me from calling her my daughter. It was one of the most heartbreaking moments in my life as a mother, but who could blame her? As her parents, we had failed to protect her. She was taken as a slave because of us, her normal life and dignity were stripped away from her" "The Mistress... Vicenta used to be a girl full of life. She loved to sing and dance and to be free. She was a happy girl, we all were until something happened that ripped off our happiness and peaceful existence." She paused for some time, her eyes now distant as though she was in the past and seeing

She said, "I''m just annoyed that Lord Storm isn't treating her the way she should be treated, She isn't in a cold dungeon but a nice room and even a room in Lord Storm's resident mansion, She eats nice meals, Bath and even have a servant ?" The last mistress walked in and added to Mira's insults scornfully. "She's Diane the last mistress, She killed the her Co mistress who was favoured by lord storm !" Vera quickly whispered inaudibly to Valerie's ear from where she hid so closely at her back.

“You will birth my demonic children. You will help me corrupt thousands more souls. Your sister and these other broken whores will serve as your personal sex toys every single night. And you will thank me every day for damning you so completely.” Freya looked up at her Master with glassy, devoted eyes and a sick, genuinely willing smile spreading across her face. “Thank you for damning me, Master,” she whispered breathlessly, voice full of twisted love. “I love being your eternal whore. I never want to be free. Please keep me forever.” Azrael kissed her deeply, possessively, as the other three collared and broken women knelt submissively around them. The mirror realm sealed shut with a final