Im A Mistress Novels & Stories

Ashley lowered her head, a slight smirk at the corner of her mouth. When she looked up again, she wore a pitiful, aggrieved expression. I stood and walked to Ashley, suddenly slapping her hard enough to knock her to the ground. "Isn't it normal for a mistress to hide from the wife? What, do you think you can strut around in front of us?" I said. Pausing, I looked at the gawking crowd and clapped my hands, "Everyone, come listen. Let me introduce her," I announced. "This is a mistress, female, named Ashley Anderson, twenty-seven years old, a serial home-wrecker," I continued.

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.

I want you to watch something,’ ‘Don't tell me you want me to watch your moments with another man,’ I growled. ‘Wow, aren't you quick to jump to conclusions? It's ironic coming from a man who has a mistress,’ What's with everyone and Astra being my mistress?! ‘She's not my mistress!’

"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!"

“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.

There are ways of enabling them to forget about all that, and a lot of the ways don’t involve just getting fucked. The role I take on is a Mistress. Sometimes I'm a sub, but that is very rare for me, and it has to be a very, very special client for me to consider that. I also come here looking for release, and the members usually do not have the skills to dominate me in the way I ever want. So, I take control. Five nights a week. That way, I can control my own release as well as theirs. It works for me, and it has worked for years.