Lesbian Mistress Novels & Stories

he said, sternly. My smile disappeared. I looked at him with great contempt. "What's that, please?" I didn't like the suspense. I just wish he could notice and talk quicker. I pray it won't be too bad. He grinned from ear to ear and then looked intently at me. "You'll be my mistress." He dropped the bombshell. 'Well, not too bad,' I thought. After all, I knew how to do all a mistress does. I could wash, I could clean, I could… But then, does he really need a mistress?

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

A lesbian from the looks of it. She’s tall for a woman. Her shoulders are broad and she’s got muscles in her arms. When she spies me sitting on the floor, with my dress hanging off my shoulders, her eyes light up with an interest that I know all too well. Master has brought a woman for our next sexual adventures. He must be really into threesomes these days. He introduces the woman to me as Lydia. He wants me to please her. He’s not going to join us, he says. He crosses the attic to seat on the lone sofa. He produces a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up.

I leaned my head against the window and stared outside as Vincent continued to drive. How could Trevor do this to me? That’s what I’m trying to ask myself. I’ve already accepted the fact that I’m just a mistress and that I’m most definitely going to hell for that. But after what happened tonight, it became clear that Trevor’s the one going to hell for this. I thought the reason why we wanted to keep this relationship private is only because of his wife. But all the while there’s another mistress that I don’t know of. Who knows how many women Trevor has preyed on? Who knows if we’re not just three? What if there’s five or six or seven. I feel extremely bad for Lily. That woman was so confiden

“She knows that we were fucking each other behind her back. In our own home.” My heart stopped beating. My eyes widened as I stared at him, the blood completely draining from my face. “She found them, Sandra. She saw the video tapes. The sex tapes we made,” David confessed, the brutal reality hanging in the quiet air between us like a executioner’s axe. “She watched it. Every single thing. There was absolutely nothing left for me to say to defend myself, because the truth was right there in front of her. She knows you were my mistress.”

Mistress P was a goddess of seduction, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was already hypnotized. I had just turned twenty and I was like a crazy hormonal dog, my friend's father had told her about my anger issues, she told me that she was going to help me deal with it, she told me that BDSM is more than just whips and flogs, she said that it was also not about pain but pleasure. When they said a session, I didn't know what they had in store for me.

"Go for it! Doesn't it feel good to throw water onto that bitch's face? The other time, my husband brought his mistress home and I straddled her right away before slapping her again and again. It felt so fucking good!" "It's just unfortunate that the water wasn't hot. She doesn't care about her reputation anyway, so might as well just scald her." "I'm so proud of you, Madam. There's no need to waste any effort trying to talk sense into an immoral wench like her!" "Don't any of you notice that the mistress looks like a beauty guru? It wasn't clear from a far distance, but now that the camera's gotten closer, she looks so much like her!" "It's Lana!"

"She tastes like sugar and lust." Zane, the artist, stood up. He walked behind Lily. He pulled her out of her chair but kept her bent over the table. Her face was pressed against the cold glass. Her butt was high in the air, shaking for all of them to see. "Tonight is a special night," Zane growled. He looked at the other men. "We talked about it. We think Lily is ready for the deep fire. We are going to shift your womb tonight, little girl."