Mature Mistress Novelas e Histórias

Was that the reason the mistress sent for me, to remind me my time was up and I'd have to be a sex slave till she finds an interested buyer? I clicked the door's button and let myself in. The mistress, a short, chubby woman with grey curly hair that bounced on her neck, sat behind her large mahogany desk that seemed to swallow her frame. "I have a job for you." She announced the moment I entered. I swallowed, "O.... okay?" She raised her glasses to stare at me with those stern eyes that gave me the chills. I lowered my gaze instantly, "I... I'm sorry. What is the job?"

Perhaps if they liked what they heard as I promised my undying servitude to Victoria, they would convince her to let me visit. As I said, my punishment was not over. No sooner had I reached the precipice of climax and uttered my now famous begging to be allowed to cum, Mistress said no. She said to hold myself on the edge. She had done that before and I understood the game and how to do as she ordered. My moans were a way to release some of the tension in my body and delay its growing need to orgasm. My fantasy was now that my Mistress' friends, aroused by my sounds of need, were stripping down to either masturbate or pleasure each other. I imagined one dropping to her knees between Mistress

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.

while pressing my boobs. "Am so gonna enjoy your lovely body,let the towel drop" he whispered, trailing his lips down my throat. What,he wants me to just drop my towel...... "I can't"I replied as he laughed. "Really, don't make me....do it" he said in an angry tone. "I said...." He pulled the towel away as I gasped. He licked his lips and pinched my boobs as I moaned in pain. "You obey me........ cause you're my mistress and I own you........I won't be nice tomorrow" with that,he walked out of my bedroom...... ..

VelvetMistress is live. I shouldn’t have clicked. I had a flight to finish, a city to land in, and a thousand meetings to prepare for. But my finger moved before my mind caught up. One tap. The screen filled with her. Red. She was draped in it tonight. Lace. Straps. Fire. Her voice was the same, low and teasing, curling through the speakers like smoke. "Look at my good little boys," she purred, lips glossy, eyes hidden behind the familiar velvet mask. "All eager and waiting for me."

"Ezekiel, I'm Maisie's mother, and I know her. Once she learns her lesson, she'll back down. You're just too soft on her." Ezekiel frowned, clearly taking her words to heart. Then, he reached for the door again, aiming to crush my fingers a second time. My eyes widened in horror as I stumbled backward, forgetting that the staircase was right behind me. Just before gravity took over, Ezekiel lunged forward to grab me. However, Rebecca's calling his name from inside made him hesitate, and he could only watch as I tumbled down the stairs. Every part of my body was screaming in agony as I curled up at the landing, my entire body drenched in cold sweat. Warm liquid flowed out from beneath me, and

I was supposed to be offended by that but somehow I find it cute seeing her do that. It reminded me of our dating days, she was always so cute when she was angry. “I came here to ask how we are going to do this? And are you serious about me being your mistress?” She asks, saying the last part in a serious tone. “It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.”

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.”

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.

He crawled toward me and my mother like a dog, but I recoiled in disgust. He gasped. “I’m staying right, Beatrice? I’m staying!” I nodded with a smile, and in the next second, someone slipped a dog collar around his neck. “Didn’t you let your precious daughter treat my mother like a dog? Since you want to stay in the Roth family, be a good guard dog!” Tarni was about my age. This proved that Felix had cheated while my mom was pregnant. Once I went abroad, he brought his mistress and her daughter back.