Mistress Deep Love Novels & Stories

he growled "Even in this cold, dark abyss... my heart still longs for Master Jean... only him," she confessed, her voice filled with a mix of longing and sorrow. "I don't want to deceive you, my lord. I won't pretend to love you. You deserve more than that." "Jean?! Still him?!" His voice boomed with anger, "You choose this miserable life over a comfortable one by my side?" "Yes, my lord," she replied firmly, her gaze unwavering. "It's not a choice... it's simply where my heart leads. I love him, even though I can't remember him. You deserve real love, and I won't lie to you."

he corrected me. “I’m sorry, but I don’t fully understand this. What do you mean?” I asked nervously. I felt like I was about to cry. “Perhaps you’d understand if you read it,” he told me and before I could understand what he meant, he opened a black notepad on the table and took out a document. He handed it to me and I took it with a shaky hand and read. It was a contract! A contract stating I would be in a sexual affair with him and run his house, like a mistress. Not a girlfriend. Not the love of his life. A mistress. A whore he paid to satisfy him!!!

“Not just screwing, darling. He loves me. He actually tells me I’m beautiful. Can’t say the same for you, huh?” I paused, my hand hovering over a pair of jeans. Her words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. But I swallowed it. Swallowed it all. Until I couldn’t. I straightened up and walked to her, stopping only inches away. “You will always be nothing but a mistress,” I fired back in a low tone. “No matter how many times he takes you to bed. No matter how many silk robes you steal from me. You will never be more than his side piece. His backup plan. His dirty little secret.”

He had only made love on these women for once in his life and he doubted that there was any inhibitions on doing the erotic act once more. Of course with the recently broken shells of Mistress Ais and Ezperanza, he did not doubt one bit that they had not realized what he wanted to do since he took them to this particular place. One that promoted both privacy and intimacy. "Are you both okay with this?" Maru tried to test the waters. "What do you mean, Maru. I’m always ready when you are.” Mistress Ais was the one who answered first. She had already experienced 3 years of lengthy loving from the hard and steady arms of Maru in the past.

I wanted so bad to feel in control, but it was always just out of my reach. Mistress made sure I knew I would always be part of her family, but I dreamed of a family of my own someday. I wanted love from a man like the Mistress's husband, Damian. As horrible as it sounded, I fantasized about him loving me the way he loved her. I knew he would never look at me twice if she wasn't my mistress, and I had no illusions that he would want me. But I could dream, even if my dreams were just a tiny bit wicked.

She seems she wants more. I stroke her hair as if it were pure wool, I thumb her nipples, then kiss her spine. I slow my thrusts, listening to her. I feel her sex closing on me. She arches her back as she lets out a deep throaty cry. Her creamy liquid came out of her. She screams. Not so loud, but she makes herself be heard. As she screams: “Mistress, he is great! You’ll love it. Thank you! Thank you”.

she coos, "They are going to be sore for a while; you're going to need to suck it up." I feel fingers sliding into me while Mistress walks behind us, so I know they are Masters. He doesn't want any other pussy, my ass. I knew it was too good to be true. This is the first time that Mistress has earned my distrust, but there isn't anything I can do. The contract says they both own me. It does not say she won't let anybody else fuck me, I just took her word for it. ~~~~~~~~

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.

Mistress mommy then added to me, "And you had better actually cum, slave. We do not fake our orgasm in this house, is that clear. This is as much about punishing my little slut as it is her showing you how much she cares about you. And she must accomplish this act of her love for you until you finish. Is that clear, as well slave?" I again nodded vigorously and mumbled out a jumbled "Yes, mistress." Mistress mommy nodded to me, then looked back at mistress Chantel's up raised ass. Mistress mommy then pushed mistress Chantel's face roughly into my pussy, as she said "What are you waiting for, slut? You love pussy. So get your face in there and don't stop until our slave cums. I want that slut

"If what I do as a slave is not cheating on him, then what he does as a Master can't be cheating either. Slave Master's frequently have more than one slave. Mistress Dark believes slaves should compete for the affections of their Master. It ensures they both strive to be more pleasing. But more than that, I knew how much Master valued fidelity, how hurt he would be if I were unfaithful. For him to allow me this fantasy and all it entailed was a supreme act of love. If he could love me so much, could I do less for him?" "It's all quite noble, I'm sure. It doesn't ease the pain of seeing him fuck someone else, does it? And who's Mistress Dark?" Julia took Lisa's hand. "Do I feel some particle