Im A Mistress Novels & Stories

he demanded, his voice sharp. Unease settled in the pit of my stomach as I slowly turned to look. Where my professional résumé should have been displayed in clear text, there was instead a bold red message, each word an accusation screaming across the screen: "I am the mistress who drove my lover's wife to her death. I deserve to die!" Before anyone could remove the damning words, a male student leaped up from the crowd, his face twisted in fury as he pointed at me. "It's her! This slut destroyed my family and forced my mother, the rightful wife, to her death!" he shouted, his voice shaking with emotion. "How can someone like her call herself a philanthropist?"

“My answer is no, Mr Miller. I will not become your side whore....” “Language, Ms. Robinson.” Jack suddenly interrupted her. “And you won't be what you're calling it. You'll be my lover. My secret lover entitled with everything.” “Saying it with fancy words doesn't change the fact about what you just asked of me, Mr Miller. A mistress, a secret lover or a side chick, whatever you might call it, it's still horrible, and I'm not that kind of woman.” Ana showed how disappointed she was before she looked away. If not that they were inside a moving car, she would have already gotten down from the car.

I didn't think I was a hooker either. "You animal!" I shouted while pushing his chest. My chest tightened when I found out. It's like I've been stabbed because of the pain. I was crying in front of him as I kept pushing him away from me. His lips parted and he tried to stop me from pushing him. "Tori, Let me explain—" "You made me a mistress!" I interrupted what he said while still crying. I took a step back just as he was about to hold my hand. His expression softened at what I did. We are in a condo unit, where we always meet. Where we have many happy memories. I trusted him and believed his every word.

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.

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

The will to live overpowered the pain. She crawled toward me like a worm, frantic. Her ruined face was a disgusting mess of snot, tears, and pus. "Miss! Miss!" She reached my feet, her hands that were once so arrogant now clawing at the rug, trying to kiss the tips of my dusty shoes. Just like she'd wanted me to do. "I'm a bitch! I'm a whore! I was blind! Please... I don't love Marco! I never loved him! He made me do it! I don't want to die... I want to go home..."

Perhaps if they liked what they heard as I promised my undying servitude to Victoria, they would convince her to let me visit. As I said, my punishment was not over. No sooner had I reached the precipice of climax and uttered my now famous begging to be allowed to cum, Mistress said no. She said to hold myself on the edge. She had done that before and I understood the game and how to do as she ordered. My moans were a way to release some of the tension in my body and delay its growing need to orgasm. My fantasy was now that my Mistress' friends, aroused by my sounds of need, were stripping down to either masturbate or pleasure each other. I imagined one dropping to her knees between Mistress

"Urgh!" "I didn't come this far just to die nor hurt anyone innocent. If you want to leave this place, I will help you but first you must tell me what you know! Who is the mistress of this realm and what does she want in exchange for freedom?" The woman, quite insistent, attacks Amira once more yet remains futile. Realizing she stands not a chance, she finally spills, "The mistress of this abyss eats on the desire of everyone who gets stray in this place and when they loss senses of what they came here for, she'll throw them out of here."

If she's aiming for headlines, then she'll certainly make them. “A mistress is what you’re! Good only in bed!” Furious and ready to slap her for crossing the line, I pause as sudden sounds from the LED screen catch everyone's attention. The hall falls silent, the tension thick as gasps ripple through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the screen.

Fuck it! "Look, don't be so sure. We don't know if that is mine or you are trying to frame me. I am not stupid," I said to her. I've seen a movie where the mistress acts like she is pregnant because she wants to keep that man close to her and never leave her. That's why she acts like she is pregnant.