Message From The Mistress Novels & Stories

They all made fool out of me one way or the other. “ You are a mistress now are not you? ” She chuckled lightly. What she intended to be a possible joke was salt to my bleeding wounds. Even the word ' Mistress ' always made bile rise in my throat. It was the only word I never wanted to listen now. Facing reality was harsh. “ You knew everything didn't you? ” I asked a question of my own, my eyes roaming around the cafe that was nearly empty. There were just a few people. “ I knew. ” She admitted truthfully and my eyes travelled back to meet her figure. Her posture was slumped and her tone was weak.

Inside the mastermind place, she was drinking her red wine when her assistant knocked on her door. "I have news madam. Alpha Bryan already found Luna Andrea," her assistant said. Because of what she heard, she threw the glass she was holding on the door. She was angry. Suddenly, her door opened, and her mate appeared in front of her, wounded. "I'm sorry, I c-couldn't do what you wanted me to do to the Luna," the man said, and he fell into the floor. He lost his conscious. The mistress was so angry, and she even kicked him.

When he dropped me off at home that evening, he looked at me with a grin and asked, "So, how'd I do as your boyfriend-for-a-day, Ms. Hartwell? Would you be interested in renewing the contract?" I laughed and rose on my tiptoes to kiss him lightly. "You did well. But I'm heading back to school in three days. "Graham, if you can find me again at Ashcroft University, maybe I'll let you keep the job." Without waiting for his response, I turned and ran inside. My phone buzzed soon after. It was a message from Graham. He'd sent a simple one-word reply. "Okay." I stared at the message, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

The mistress saw to that. “Go on then. You know better than to waste my time on trivial matters. What is so important that I need to know?” “Mistress, Lupa is succeeding in her seduction. Their relationship has changed…they have gotten closer, more intimate. All the servants are speaking of it.” The mistress’ eyes flare. The air is hotter for a moment. She bares her teeth. “How dare she?” She growls. “Does that commoner think she can waltz in and destroy everything worked for? That I’ve sacrificed for? I think not.”

] And every time it wasn't enough, an even bigger wire transfer would hit. Until one day, he messaged me. [Mistress, what do you want? I can give you anything.] I stared at the message, fingers hovering over the keys. My mother had just been issued a critical condition notice at the hospital. Loan sharks had splashed red paint on my front door. I was living like a dog. But the words I typed were as sharp as a knife. [I want a dog of my own. One who calls me Mistress.] [On call 24/7. Does whatever the fuck I tell him to.]

my mistress said, not moving from where she lay with her head between my legs. “The spy was caught and is held in their dungeon and we haven't even begun phase two of the plan to capture the girl” she said, sounding annoyed. “Another failure, like the rest of you!” She sneered, her glare burning into my skin. She was the physical embodiment of ‘if looks could kill’. “Seems I was wrong to trust you pet” my mistress said, throwing my leg over her shoulder and kissing a trail down my inner thigh to the soft spot between my pussy and thigh.

“Will you scream for me like the pathetic little scoundrel you are?” “Yes Mistress.” he breathes. Rumor releases his face, “Good. Get on all fours.” she demands, “Earlier I asked what your poison is, you stood up to try and pick it that was very dire of you.” “I'm sorry mistress,” he tells her. “There is no room for apologies in here.” she rises, blindly reaching behind her. I'm frightened she might grab a candle instead but she's too good at this, she knows exactly where everything is even if it's not laid in the same orderly manner every show.

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

the madame said. "I don't know what you are talking about" Camilla said as she glanced away. "Madame, I am not trying to be rude but it's normal if you and the master are sleeping with each other but I will urge you to be careful and not fall deeply for him. In all the years I have worked here, the master has had several mistresses and a lot of them have tried to get him to fall in love with them but they have all failed, I would advise you to be careful" the madame told her.

The lack of a direct acknowledgment only intensified the strangeness of the situation, leaving Dryzza to wonder how much more the mistress knew and what game was truly being played behind those calm, unreadable eyes. "I see," the mistress whispered, finally shifting her gaze to meet Dryzza's. Her voice, soft yet probing, carried a weight that cut through the silence. "But seeing that you are here, you must have come with a mission." The statement was neither a question nor an accusation, but a simple observation—one that left little room for denial. Dryzza hesitated, her mind racing through possible responses. She knew that any attempt at deception would be futile. The mistress had a presenc