Lesbian Mistress Novels & Stories

I yelled, making her flinch. “I am ready.” She said. “Ready for what??” “Ready to be your mistress if that is what you want…I just want your forgiveness.” She said as tears slipped through her face. I suddenly burst into laughter. “I see…barely a day after fleeing from my house, you now have a new found confidence and that of a whore too???” “I am not a whore..…you asked me to be your mistress and if that is what it takes to get your forgiveness, I will be.” She said.

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.

She smiled with her eyes half-closed, telling me stories from Orion’s childhood, when suddenly a figure rushed forward and slapped the bouillabaisse out of her hands. The soup splashed all over her face and clothes, even into her eyes. I didn’t have time to demand an explanation. Neither did Mr. Hale. We hurried to wipe her clean. However, Vera refused to let it go. "Lyra, do you even know what kind of place this is? This is Mooncrest Pavilion! Where did trashy, poor people like you come from? You can’t even finish a bowl of bouillabaisse without packing it up, and you still have the nerve to eat here?"

I clenched my fists, the memory igniting my anger afresh. “He offered to ‘settle’ my debts with Victor. Said he would make them disappear if I agreed to be his mistress for a year.” The word burned on my tongue. “Like I’m some whore he can buy.” Lila whistled, leaning back against the counter, her robe slipping to reveal more of her thigh. “Damn, girl. That’s a bold move, even for him.” She sipped her whiskey, her eyes narrowing. “You should take it.” I stared at her, stunned. “What?”

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.”

It seems that the two people who were chatting in a very intimate position didn't seem to notice her presence when she came out of the toilet. So Hee opened her ears wide to listen to the conversation of two people who she thought that is very suspicious. "Why? Do you think she's my woman too, be my bedmate, just like you?" Her eyes widened as she overheard their conversation. So, Naomi Lee, the proud athlete of her club and country is a mistress? This is completely unexpected. Naomi Lee is not as innocent as she seems. She grinned, then peeked a little out of curiosity about them. Luckily she always carried her cellphone everywhere, she immediately stole a photo when the man he knew as one

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

The experience was intense and frightening, but she was where she wanted to be, her body and soul surrendered to the control of her Mistress. Finally, Eve reached the 25th double-slap. She kept her servant over her lap and spent several minutes caressing the American’s swollen bottom and admiring her red skin. She grabbed her servant’s wrists and rolled her on her back, but then ordered her to get on her stomach. Eve settled next to her, covering her warm “bum” with kisses. She ordered Trish to get on her elbows and knees and position herself so she was spread and lewdly exposed. As her Mistress stimulated her bottom-hole and teased her clitoris, Trish groaned with delight. She experienced t

What was I going to do with a slave and how would it ever work in my current relationship? "I don't know how that would work, Rhonda. If you are submissive, why not submit to a lesbian Mistress? Mistress Dark is a lesbian, why not choose her?" "She uses her slaves to train other submissives and dominants, Domina. I'd end up having sex with men anyway, and it wouldn't be only one which you and Lisa clearly love and you're so devoted to." "What about my Mistress, Rhonda?" Lucia asked. "Brianna would welcome another lesbian slave of your caliber. You would never have to have sex with men, even to get pregnant. She doesn't require it, it's simply the way we've cho