Im A Mistress Novels & Stories

Eren moaned in relief. Then she made him watch a replay. A screen above them played Gabriel’s orgasm on loop. His shame. His raw submission. Eren’s cock throbbed. But Mistress leaned in and whispered. “You don’t get to cum tonight.” He whimpered. Mistress stood before the room. Hands on both leashes. “These are mine,” she declared. No one challenged her.

"When I'm your Mistress, you're going to take my cock whenever and wherever I want. You'll make me cum at a snap of my fingers... you're going to love serving me." As she held me up, I was able to see in the mirror besides the bed. My daughter's slim, small frame behind my larger, hairier body looked so out of place, but fuck, it felt good! "Yes Mistress," I pleaded to her. "I'm yours to use! I want to worship you completely!" It was strange. I didn't feel like I was talking to my daughter. She was my Mistress, not just Olivia. "Good bitch." She whispered and pushed my head back down.

"It's none of my business?" Lucien's lips curl into a grim smile. "Don't forget-you're my mistress. A mistress follows the rules." Mistress. The word stabs at Nina's dignity, and the bitter reality of her situation crashes down on her. A mistress. That's all I am.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

She stands, coming closer to me, crossing her arms over her chest. I inhale deeply, deciding to say the words. So yeah, here goes nothing. "My boss wants me to be his mistress." "What?!"

"He doesn't have to imagine it, Mistress Shasta. Rhonda can put on a strap on and fuck his ass while he fucks Lisa's." "Okay, but who lick me if Rhonda busy?" "That would be me, Mistress Shasta," I said. "Master wanted Lisa and I to pleasure you. Lisa give Rhonda the camera so she can take pictures for Master." "Then I can see if Rhonda really is the best?" She mused. "Yes, Mistress Shasta." "Why you call me Mistress all of a sudden?" Shasta asked. "I'm a slave, serving a Mistress on Master's orders. You should be treated with the respect due to an owner of another slave. We're not working now where I'm your boss. I'm serving you."

Mia said firmly. "Mia can you calm down? I know you are mad at me just take your anger on me and let the restaurant be. Why are you so pist? I know that you can afford twenty dresses of this dress on you and that money is not a big deal to you so why are you causing a scene? Or maybe you can't get over the fact that although you are Jansen's Legal wife, he fell for me. You keep calling me a mistress. You are crazed that although I am the mistress and you're the legal wife, Jansen likes me and did not care about you who is his legal wife." Juliet said in a fit of rage.

He uttered. “W-why are you doing this to me S-sir?” “I like you Celeztine.” That made my eyes widen. “That’s impossible,” I replied, I barely saw him, just on posters and banners most of the time. “It’s not.” “If you’ll ask me when it started, I have no time to explain it.” He whimpered. “Well then, you ask for the wrong person. I would never be your or anyone’s mistress.” I uttered firmly.

She asked, her lips trembling as she spoke. "I am showing mercy on you, Amara. Be grateful I am not asking you to become his mistress." He hissed through clenched teeth. "If I made you his mistress then get ready to face the worst side of life, because mistresses have no respect in our world. They are tossed around with hundreds of men, warm the bed of different men each night and then die because the pain is too much for them to handle. Is this what you want?!" His angry voice boomed in the four walls of the room.

"That was quite effective, slave. Why don't we keep this little episode secret from your Master?" I mimed zipping my lips. Master had no reason to know Mistress Dark would love turning him into her bitch. It wasn't going to happen anyway. I think it pleased her that I, Master's wife and slave, was her bitch for the day, kind of like owning him by proxy.