Lesbian Mistress Novels & Stories

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

to the bathroom and helped to clean and care for her with the utmost gentleness. That night, Lalisa did not sleep as a “slave,” but in the arms of the three “mistresses,” as someone who was loved and completely owned. Because in this game… no matter who lost or won… in the end… they were all winners… in the game of love.

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

With or without a girlfriend With or without a wife As long as they are bearable in my eyes, I will flirt with them. I two-timed and three-timed. trying to find love but no matter how hard I tried, I still can't. Then when I saw Alex after so many years, I found it again, and surprisingly, even I'm a mistress, I became loyal only to him and offered him everything. I'm actually a slut but I'm a proud slut because I never bedded a man aside from Alex.

To think of the hell Alicia went through when Damon married Elizabeth must've been how I was feeling right now. I am such a fool! Hours from now I will be branded as the mistress, a title Rachel once held dearly and which will never be enough for me. "Liliana open the door!" Damon shouted, hitting the door with his might. Amidst all of this little Liliana was my comfort, I pushed the cradle back and forth, watching her sleeping was bliss only that she could be disturbed by Damon. I left her in the cradle and went ahead to attend to Damon before he create anymore drama for the both of us.

Continuing in her best professorial tone, Linda explained, "Ignoring all distractions while you please your mistress is a way to show her the proper respect and devotion she deserves. When you submit to your mistress, you're acknowledging that her pleasure, needs, and desires trump your own and you're pledging to tend to her in any way she desires. A good little pussy slave is honored to be chosen by her mistress and always shows her loyalty without hesitation or delay. Making your mistress orgasm should bring you great pleasure, Jennifer." Linda moaned and smiled warmly down at the tiny girl. Jennifer continued to greedily suck the older woman's clit but was gazing up at her surrogate mothe

Mistress Dark said. As I did to Mistress Dark, I also did to my Master, a slow seduction of all of him, taking my time, engaging him, as much of him as I could, using my lips, my tongue, my hands. When I finally released his cock from his shorts, he was hard as a steel rod, the skin stretched tight as a drum over the head. I suspected he'd also liked the show; his slave licking Mistress Dark's cunt. I was experienced enough to know lesbian sex was a very popular type of porn enjoyed by men. Apparently two pussies were nearly always better than one.

Layla explained, her eyes scanning the room nervously. I gazed at her stomach and she began telling me about he so-called masters, the Taller one name was Master Bradon, according to Layla he had a pinch of heart in his body but the short one name Master Carlos was Ruthless and despicable, he was the one that raped her and got her pregnant.

Rain pounded the car, windows fogging instantly as he fucked her with brutal, steady strokes, hips slamming, cock driving to the hilt every time. The car rocked with their rhythm. Lila’s head hit the window with every thrust, hair sticking to her sweat-slick skin. He flipped her over, bent her over the seat, took her from behind—hand fisted in her hair, other gripping her hip, spanking her ass until it glowed red. “Say it,” he growled. “Say who this pussy belongs to.” “You, sir,” she sobbed. “Only you.” He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast and hard.

Outside the partition, the Betas and warriors fell silent for a heartbeat before their expressions shifted to pure, unadulterated awe. Everyone knew Christine was a renowned expert in bed. The number of male wolves she'd been with was endless. Rumor had it she possessed a mystical power. Because of that, she could only be satisfied by truly strong male wolves. And now, Grote had gone so far as to get her pregnant. To think that the legendary male wolf was none other than my mate of seven years. The wolves erupted into cheers, the sound thundering against my eardrums. "Congratulations, Alpha Grote! You're truly the pride of our pack! Ms. Henson's pup will be a warrior for the ages!"