Message From The Mistress Novels & Stories

I pull out my cell phone and hit one of the speed dial buttons. "Hello, Keith? I am glad I caught you." "No, no problems with Alice. However, I am having problems with my other hypnotized sex slave." "I thought that would get your attention. Let me run through this quickly. I have them out of the room for the moment, but I don't think I have a lot of time." Misty: 'I am still alive! Master must think I'll make a good sex slave if he wants to have Alice dress me up. I guess this will be like last time. The longer I please Master, the longer he will let me live.'

The rest of the message appears. "I miss you Mistress. I miss your touch on my body. I miss the way you eat my pussy and torture me with your sex toys. I can't wait to be a slutty slave for you once more. I really can't wait for you to be back from your trip. Your loyal submissive, Juliette" My entire body goes still. My smile disappears. My eyebrows slowly pull together as I stare at the message. It isn't a message from a sister. It isn't a casual message from a friend.

She said, "Aah, massage more, babe. I love it, Ugh." Jester even tried to massage it and he grabbed the woman with a kiss on the lips. He lowered the kiss to the woman's breast and licked the nipples of her breast. Their feelings would have been so good and the sky-high joy would have almost happened again, but there was a knock on the door. "Who is that?" Jester asked, annoyed at the woman's knocking. "Its your secretary, sir. I will show you new schedules for you to check," said his secretary.

Eren moaned in relief. Then she made him watch a replay. A screen above them played Gabriel’s orgasm on loop. His shame. His raw submission. Eren’s cock throbbed. But Mistress leaned in and whispered. “You don’t get to cum tonight.” He whimpered. Mistress stood before the room. Hands on both leashes. “These are mine,” she declared. No one challenged her.

“It’s one thing for me to make mistakes. But you” “Me?” she cut in, a faint edge in her tone. “I didn’t ask you to get a mistress, Damian. I even loved you enough to let you be,to let us all fun,Except for that slush fund disaster that day I couldn’t look past it then. But now? Now it’s in the past.” Her words hit him like cold water. Loved him enough… to allow him a mistress? His mind reeled at the paradox. He stared at her, trying to decipher whether she meant it or whether it was another of her clever manipulations.

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?"

The moment those words left my mouth, Vivian's mother snatched the phone from my hand. She barked into it, sharp and venomous, "As the legal wife, I'd really love to see the mistress who could raise such a shameless daughter." Then she hurled my phone to the floor, smashing it against the tiles. "Look at how bold she is—don't tell me her mother has a whole flock of sugar daddies?" "Let her mother come, then. We've got plenty of wealthy wives here today. Let's see how she hides from them."

"Stella, ask yourself: hasn't Mom treated you well all these years? Even when you couldn't give us children, she never said a word. And now you're cursing her? You're going to eat those ashes right now! Then you're going to apologize to Mom! Or else don't blame me for divorcing you!" He shouted, "Eat them! Eat them now!" Just as Martin was losing his patience, his phone rang. He answered it irritably, and I heard a panicked voice on the other end. "We found it, Dr. Hughes. Mrs. Hughes Senior... passed away a week ago."

"Well, do you think they will not unveil the truth behind it? We cannot just summon a mistress out of the blue" Mia grins, with a touch of mischievous in her look. "That's where you come, Ethan. You will be the one to find the mistress, a mysterious stranger; the one who has been at the back of your mind, sweeping you off your feet. We'll plant a few hints and leave little clues, so let their imaginations do the rest." Ethan's face changed, a combination of surprise and uncertainty shining in his eyes. "Mia, I do not understand. How can one find a secretive mistress by just turning around?"

A message. The number was not saved, but I had called it twice before. My memory struggled to catch up. Then I remembered. The domestic staff at Garrick's mansion. The quiet one. The one who liked me. The one whose name I never knew. I opened the message. Please, who is this, and how did you get this number? I called immediately. It rang twice. There was no answer. I bit my lip and called again, I was not going to give up.