Im A Mistress Novels & Stories

I looked at Chantel pleadingly, but she only smiled at me as she said "Don't worry slut, mistress mommy is an amazing lover. I know you love it when I dominate you, now just imagine how sexy you will feel when you have two beautiful black mistresses to pleasure." Brenda then settled down on the bed on one side of me, as Chantel settled down on my other side. Brenda then said, "She's right. I know you are a natural slave. You see, Chantel is my daughter slut. She services my every demand, and has done so for a very long time. I am her mistress mommy, as I am the head of this family. So you will address both of us as 'mistress mommy' and 'mistress Chantel,' whenever either of us refer to you a

Chapter Fourteen It took a few seconds for what Josh said to actually sink in and my heart literally dropped to the pit of my stomach. Mistress: as in lady of the house married to the owner of the house which happens to be Tristan, that kind of mistress? I stared at her unblinking. Gorgeous might be putting it lightly, the woman was a bombshell and I could see why Tristan was attracted to her she was no different from all those models he’s been with. I felt jealousy burning hot from the pit of my stomach and I glanced at her again only to see her staring right back at me, she wasn't just staring she was walking towards me with purposeful strides. The kitchen suddenly felt so small and I wan

Mistress came and I thought she would help me out, but she just stood right there and watched me struggle to get myself out of the hole. I wanted to cry but I tried so hard not to. Mistress is very strict when it comes to rules. And one of those rules are: an assassin should never show weakness nor beg to be saved. I felt bad that she only watched me, but when she said those words, I finally came to realize what I must be and what I should do to become that woman who can equal a man.

Then she entered the restroom and began working, scrubbing the floor and cleaning between the tiles with careful precision. Justin observed her every movement like an unseen supervisor. He even noticed how she lowered her head deeply when passing a couple brazenly engaging in an intimate act near the hallway. “She’s actually… very beautiful.” The words caught in his throat. Justin immediately rubbed his face harshly, trying to erase the strange image that had crept into his mind. In his principles, there was no such thing as love. Especially not becoming a slave to a woman. “No. I can’t let myself get swayed by that girl. She’s too suspicious. Too calm. Too slippery.” His voice was sharp, la

“YOU THINK I'M A FOOL, DON'T YOU?! BRINGING YOUR MISTRESS INTO OUR HOME AND PRETENDING SHE'S SOME IMPORTANT PERSONALITY?! DO I LOOK LIKE A FOOL TO YOU? I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU BUT IN THE END, YOU MEN ARE JUST DOGS!!!” Excuse me? Mistress?

It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband* *She had been parading as the #1 heiress of the country for the past decade, who knew that she was a bitch who grew up at some rundown orphanage at the darkest downtown. No offense to all normal orphans with all their moral compass function* *Can you believe the mistress’ family were working under her because she was the supposed #1 heiress, I wonder what they would do now that the whole stuff has blown up in their face* *I heard the mistress was harassed at work too…poor girl.*

"Mia, I do not understand. How can one find a secretive mistress by just turning around?" "You are a police officer, Ethan. You are clever and keen-eyed." Mia's smile broadens. She sparkles with optimism. “Mia, I don’t think we’ll be able to find someone to fulfill the role of a mysterious mistress on duty. My skills are more suited for apprehending criminals rather than pretending to be a romantic partner,” Ethan expressed, his eyebrows drawn together in concern.

I was supposed to be offended by that but somehow I find it cute seeing her do that. It reminded me of our dating days, she was always so cute when she was angry. “I came here to ask how we are going to do this? And are you serious about me being your mistress?” She asks, saying the last part in a serious tone. “It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.”

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.

Meanwhile, for years, Victoria could freely stride into this mansion carrying dozens of luxury shopping bags without ever needing to hide a single item. Victoria could wear the most expensive gowns, flaunt the latest designer handbags in front of everyone, and walk with her head held high in absolute pride. And what about her? Elena stared at the luxury boxes before her with a profoundly wounded gaze. Even to possess beautiful things, she had to acquire them by surrendering her own dignity. By becoming the mistress of her own step-sister’s husband, hiding her existence in the darkest corner. As if these items were a massive, disgusting sin.