Mature Mistress Novels & Stories

she snapped I got in quickly and she drove off without sparing me a glance Well I never thought being a slave is gonna be easy Moscow briefed me why most women bought male slaves He said it's to satisfy their s£xual urge since their husbands we're so busy for them And truth be told majority of the people that attended tonight we're mid aged women I thought I'll be brought by one as a s£x slave but I was wrong I received the shock of my life when I got sold off to the pretty lady I saw earlier I was so happy... thinking that she'll be nice but hell was I wrong ! After my new mistress conversation with the lady I assume is her cousin I knew she's nothing close to nice We got into the room whic

I hope you felt the emotions, the pain, and the happiness that came with their love story. Meaning of the Story: The Mistress is more than just a tale of betrayal and love — it is a story of forgiveness, redemption, and second chances. It shows that even when love is tested by lies, pride, and mistakes, true love will always find its way back. Lorain’s strength reminds us that pain can turn into power, and that forgiveness is not a sign of weakness but of courage. In the end, the story teaches that real happiness comes when we choose to let go of the past, forgive, and love again — not because everything is perfect, but because love deserves another chance. ❤️

The taut body spasmed again with another orgasm much to Mistress’s delight. “Don’t move!” Mistress whispered harshly. She couldn’t hold back any longer. She needed Serenity inside her, now! She got on her hands and knees in front of Serenity, backing up until she was positioned just right. She reached back to arrange the dildo, then filled herself by pushing back with force. As wet and turned on as she was, the pain never came. Only unimaginable pleasure. Serenity Gils is a quick learner. The tall woman merely braced herself as Mistress increased her speed. She brought a hand between her legs and stroked her throbbing clit. It wasn’t going to take much after seeing her submissive come twice

"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

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.

Tell me how you'd feel as the sub slut. "I want my mistress to use me, I want to please her too," breathed Maria, as she rubbed her clit and finger fucked her pussy. "If she sat on my face and nearly suffocated me, I'd fucking love that. Please, Mistress, slap my tits, nice and hard, right on my nipples. Oh god, she's grinding her clit and pussy on my face. It's hard to breathe, but I love it."

"Mom who is your Mistress?" Mom was still moaning and groaning. "I don't have a Mistress. I haven't had one since college." "I thought you were a natural submissive. If you don't have a Mistress, who tells you what to do?" Mom tried to think through her arousal. "I don't know, I guess I need to find a Dom or Domme." "I have one more truth for you, mom, and this time as you repeat it your arousal will double each time. The fifth time you will beg to cum. Do you understand?"

The lace-like material made it very transparent and anyone could clearly see our intimate areas. The Madams nodded in satisfaction as they observed us. “Tonight, some of you will get new masters, but that’s not the end. You have a 2-month probation period. Your masters can do whatever they choose to do with you. If after 2 months, they're pleased with you, then you become their permanent property. If not, you will be returned here, and your lives will be 10 times worse.” Madam Naomi's words sent a chill down my spine.

But it was the people that caught my attention. There had to be forty people in the space. Dominants and submissives in various states of undress, some engaged in scenes, others watching, the energy thick with sex and power. A tall woman in leather approached us. "Dominants Four and Submissive Seven. We've been expecting you. I'm Mistress Catherine, and I run the club. You've signed all the consent forms?" "We have," Dante confirmed. "Excellent. Then let me give you the tour." She led us through the space, explaining the different stations. The fucking benches where submissives could be mounted and used. The glory hole wall where subs could service anonymous cocks. The sensory deprivation ch

Apparently, none of that mattered when your ex-mistress was you and your ex-lover was Julian Thorne, billionaire tech mogul and emotional black hole in a three-piece suit. “You signed the Mistress Clause, Camille.” “I burned it.” He tilted his head, like a predator mildly entertained by its prey. “Clause Sixteen,” he murmured. “What the hell is Clause Sixteen?” Julian stepped in close, so close I could feel his breath—cool, sharp like mint and menace. “If the mistress attempts to leave, emotionally manipulate, or engage another man, the beneficiary of the agreement has the right to reclaim control by any means necessary.” I gasped. “You’re not serious—”