Im A Mistress Novels & Stories

"Mistress is expecting you. Follow me please." She was a little on the heavier side, but not unpleasing to look at, so I happily followed her to the rear of the house. Her bottom was streaked with red welts; seven or eight, she was moving too quickly to count. She opened a door to a large room with subdued lighting, with a number of cages, posts, and furniture I couldn't guess the purpose of. There were whips hanging on the walls, rods or canes neatly organized in little bins, shelves filled with dildos and vibrators of nearly every description. There was a male in a tiny cage on the floor, lapping up some food off a plate, a bowl of water beside it. There was a lovely, very naked young woma

“I mean… yes! All these years, that's what I've been trying to do but you never once looked my way.” “If you want to be mine then you have to go through some tests.” I nodded, “What tests? I would do anything Zaria. Just please give me a chance.” “Fine. Just be loyal to my Mistress.” “Mistress?” I said, at loss of words. Just who the hell was her mistress? Did she mean the Alpha? “The reason I am working so hard after I just got out of war is this. My Mistress.” “Your Mistress?” I said quietly and she nodded, “It's true.”

"May I ask what that is?" The mistress merely smiled, her fingers lightly drumming against her lap. "I’ll reveal it when the time is right. For now, tell me how I can assist you." Dryzza swallowed hard, her instincts screaming caution. She wasn’t entirely sure she could trust the mistress, whose enigmatic aura made it impossible to read her true intentions. Dryzza’s usual psychological skills seemed powerless against the subtle, unpredictable nature of this woman, leaving her uncertain of what lay ahead.

I pull out my cell phone and hit one of the speed dial buttons. "Hello, Keith? I am glad I caught you." "No, no problems with Alice. However, I am having problems with my other hypnotized sex slave." "I thought that would get your attention. Let me run through this quickly. I have them out of the room for the moment, but I don't think I have a lot of time." Misty: 'I am still alive! Master must think I'll make a good sex slave if he wants to have Alice dress me up. I guess this will be like last time. The longer I please Master, the longer he will let me live.'

The loud chants covered my own chants. I smiled, rising an eyebrow as I faced Armano. I imagined him having his signature smirk on his face, he shrugged his shoulders as if giving me a go ahead. "You are really something," I heard the mistress whisper. "I will go first," she said, facing me. I watched her take a move down to the fighting ring. The so called mistress, she was a beautiful one, a welcome diversion. I noticed that she was tall, with a good figure, set off by the fitted gown she was wearing.

At this point, I was exhaling smoke. I held Hailey. "Don't worry, I won't kill her, I will only make sure she remembers me." She has no idea what I've been through. "I've tolerated too much, I've been quiet for too long, but all that has to end today. You. You're no maid, no friend, no mate, but just a mistress. Do you know what wives do to mistresses. We put them in their place as the other woman." "What!"

"Good Girl, mom. Now tell me who is your Master?" Mom looked at me and said, "What are you talking about? I don't have a Master, silly boy." I hid my smile. "But I thought you told me you're a natural submissive and had to have someone to control you." "I am but I don't have a master. I only have my Mistress, Janice. "That's right I forgot. Are you ready? Here is the next truth mom. Janice is not your Mistress. She gave you up after college. You have no mistress."

How dare he think he could control me again? I was not going to be a mistress for the second time! I was Aria Jenn…the designer. I was not thesame pitiful secretary from years ago. I was back, and I was better. “Stay the hell away from me.” I finally warned after a moment of silence, blinking away my tears. I was not going to cry in front of him. Silence reigned, I could tell he was surprised by my sudden lash out. I did not even bother to look at him–I just turned and left. I did not know where I had gotten the courage from, perhaps from the alcohol?

I had to stop it before I lose myself totally to him. Shut up, my inner battle began. You are just a broken sex freak who is enjoying being fucked by a billionaire who give a little fuck about you. You just like to paint pictures of problems that you believe you are facing while in actual sense you are just suffering in your mind. That is not true, I am a lady who has gone through a lot, betrayed by many especially those who ought to love me. I was able to calve a life for myself when most people in my situation would be junkies or prostitutes on the street.

Irene stopped abruptly and looked at Alice by the stair case squinting her eyes meaningfully “What does it look like?” “Don't you think we need to talk? or are you going to act like there's nothing to address” Alice said smirking at Irene like one who had won a foreseen battle. Irene glanced at her with dislike and thought that I'll only be nice if she'd give her a piece of her mind. “What should we talk about..... uhh, that you betrayed me or you were my fiance's Mistress while you pretended to sympathize with me all along”. this time she spoke slightly up angry