Im A Mistress Novels & Stories

"No way! Does she really think she's Mrs. Pearce?" "After discovering Mr. Pearce and Queen Myra were married, she thinks she's the mistress. Seriously? What world are we living in?" "This woman is truly living in her own delusional world." My direct messages inbox was already filled with 99+ hate messages and climbing. "Rachel, have you gone mad, or have I?" Nancy snapped. "That's a financial giant you just slapped in public. Do you really think you're his woman? Even Myra wouldn't dare do that!"

"Your Majesty... Are you asking me to be your Mistress?" His searing hand smoothly moved up on her arm as he busily hummed. "Yes, my cherished Mistress." He said so casually that she doubted her ears. Did he want to make her a mistress? Was it to make Lady Sayon, his beloved Mistress, his Queen? Unofficial Lady was another name for the Mistress of the King. A mistress can't ever have a title once she is positioned and registered. She lives her life with the King and for the King. Most of them even share the same room as the King like slaves!

“You’ve risen in rank. You’re not a servant anymore—you’re a mistress.” “What!” I yelled, barely able to process the words as I blink in confusion, I could have sworn that my jaw reached the ground as I gasped in shock. Mistress. I was a mistress? But what exactly did that even mean? “Ouch! That hurts,” Emmanuel groaned, and from the sound of it, Eva had elbowed him with precision. “Shut up,” she snapped. “Go on, shoo. I’ll handle this. Don’t you have some poor souls to terrorize today?”

"So yes. It has been a complicated two weeks." The host smiled carefully. "And the photograph from the gala — the board's concerns about your judgment—" "I'm a twenty-seven-year-old woman who kissed someone she's falling for at a party," Lydia said simply. "If that disqualifies me from running a company, then I think we should have a broader conversation about what we actually expect from the people in power, because I promise you the board members raising those concerns have done considerably more at considerably more exclusive parties." She held the camera. "I am not going to perform a version of myself that fits a smaller box. Alexander Voss built Skyfall Empire without apology. I intend

“don’t worry about it Sarah and I want you to stay, it’s not easy to find a nanny who takes care of the family like you do, besides I need you to take baby John to the hospital tomorrow, “ she said with sarcasm but at the same time like she really meant it. “You don’t have to accommodate me, I will leave” “No, don’t. We don’t want to raise suspicions to the public, we know just how much they love juicy stories, and besides its good for the wife to know her husband’s mistress, you know to be sure they are safe from any wild sickness, we are healthy Sarah aren’t we?” “Yes, ma’am” “And faithful to our husband?” “Yes, ma’am” “Good, I have something to ask of you and this is not a request,” Prisc

His voice was cold and dripping with a clear threat. I turned and met his angry, bloodshot eyes. In that instant, the last shred of affection I felt for him disappeared. “Tristan, it is you who should be regretting this.” With that, I walked away, not once looking back. As I dragged my suitcase through the quiet, late-night streets, I called my best friend, Cindy Lennox. The moment she picked up, I broke down in tears. “Cindy, I… I think I’ve been a mistress for the past five years.”

She's taking me to the heaven with immense pleasure. Within a few minutes, I exploded while panting and rested my head against the sofa. "Do you like it, Master?" As she called me Master, I instantly opened my eyes. "Master?" She bit her tongue cutely after realising that she called me Master. "What to do, I have become habitual of calling you, Master. By the way, I'm your mistress for just one day but you'll always remain my Master. I enjoy more our Master and Princess session." I smiled broadly after knowing this.

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.

different purposes. MistressA: Mmm. I bet she'd be strict with you. Wouldn't let you get away with half-assed efforts. Me: God, yes. MistressA: She'd make you earn every bit of praise, wouldn't she? Make you work for her approval? Me: She already does that in class and it's driving me insane. MistressA: Because you're desperate to please her. To show her you can be her perfect little student. In every way.

Her sweet, sexy, dominant nature was exactly what I needed, and once I met her, it seemed no other woman would compare. A finger lifted my chin up to meet Mistress' gaze once again. Instead of shock, or disbelief, there was a look of awe and appreciation. "Thank you, little Bell. I'm happy, I'm the only woman you have ever been with. Although, I think Master might be pouting a bit since he's not the only man you've ever been with," she replied with a little mischievous smile on her face. I gave a little giggle at the image of the big, bad, Dom pouting like a five-year-old, and looked back over my shoulder.