Mistress Discord Novels & Stories

To think of the hell Alicia went through when Damon married Elizabeth must've been how I was feeling right now. I am such a fool! Hours from now I will be branded as the mistress, a title Rachel once held dearly and which will never be enough for me. "Liliana open the door!" Damon shouted, hitting the door with his might. Amidst all of this little Liliana was my comfort, I pushed the cradle back and forth, watching her sleeping was bliss only that she could be disturbed by Damon. I left her in the cradle and went ahead to attend to Damon before he create anymore drama for the both of us.

The Mistress plodded along as a steady pace with the servant struggling to keep up with her. Along the way there were numerous stops, because at each picturesque overlook Eve wanted to take pictures. Because she looked forward to the breaks and was grateful for any opportunity to rest, Trish enthusiastically modeled for Eve's camera. The Mistress was glad to see that her servant was cheerful about being photographed, not embarrassed and sullen as she had been a few weeks before.

Out of all the things she said, there was one that caught my interest. "Mistresses? Does that happen often?" I asked. "Yes, but not as frequently as the rumors out there say. It used to be once a year. The Alpha would bring a woman here and let her serve him for one year," Layla explained. "So he always had that kind of arrangement," I whispered, feeling a pang of dismay in my voice. The knowledge that my mate had other mistresses every year was upsetting. He had been unfaithful to his mate, to both of us. Even though I understood that Nicholas may have lived a long life and had needs, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of resentment.

I growl. "Her face is plastered over every newspaper in your Pack. The amount of shared renditions of her is absurd. Everyone wants to know who the Alpha's best friend is." "I'm certain this won't protect her." My fingers tighten into fists at the thought of anyone harming her. Today was bad enough. He’s lucky he didn’t lay a hand on her, otherwise he would lose what could cause him to make that mistake again. "People respect mistresses more than friends. We've been over this,” mother exasperates, tossing her hands up.

Justin’s office felt unnervingly silent. The man sat behind a large black-glass desk, but his mind was far from the neatly arranged documents before him. His eyes were fixed on the monitor, replaying a nearly one-hour video that had just been sent by Teddy, his most trusted man. Justin’s expression was cold and calculating. On the screen, a petite young woman was cleaning the restroom area of his nightclub. He watched her every movement without blinking, as if he were observing a puzzle-filled film that stirred both curiosity and anger inside him.

“You are crazy, man.” Jakes leaned back with a grin. “I think I agree with you on this one.” Leonard grinned, finally feeling like someone was seeing the world as he did. “Yeah, I think I do,” Jakes continued. “Mistresses are really needed in the system. Yes, they are. Because if you take them away, the system would actually explode.” “Bro, bro,” Adrian interjected, raising his glass in agreement. “Let me explain something to you, it is not just about the sex. It is about more.”

Usually, he would stay silent whenever she insulted his mistresses. “Damn it! Who the hell is that bitch Luna?!” Mireya cursed furiously.

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.

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

That was the only way he could have her as a companion. In this pack, It is not unusual to keep a mistress these days, as a matter of fact, every omega I know dreams of being a mistress someday. The number of omega’s multiply everyday because of the war with the rogues. So finding a man who is willing to have you as a mistress is considered an honor to omega’s in this damn pack. Marietta is lucky to be the Alphas mistress, but then again, being a mistress meant many things. She could never bear him an heir, the current Luna even made sure she never bears him a child. Screwing the Alpha and getting little favors is all she gets as a mistress. I’m the closest thing to a child that she’ll ever