Mistress Discord Novels & Stories

[Ouch, that looks painful. [Mandy is insane. This is wild.] I sat there numbly on the floor, staring at the flood of comments, a deep sense of helplessness washing over me. [Wait… why does this ‘mistress’ look more and more like Liana West, the CEO of West Group?] [Wasn’t she featured in that Women in Power magazine?] [A CEO as a mistress? No way… did they get the wrong person?]

She reached forward slowly, like the papers might bite her. The weight was wrong. Too heavy. Expensive stock—the kind used for important legal contracts. The header at the top was in bold: MISTRESS AGREEMENT The air left her lungs. She blinked, trying to clear her vision. Trying to make the words say something else. They didn't change. Mistress. Not companion. Not assistant. Not any polite euphemism. Just that word, stark and brutal. Her throat closed. This Agreement is entered into between Damian Cross (hereinafter "Provider") and Aria Hale (hereinafter "Kept Party") for the purpose of establishing terms of exclusive arrangement.

Jade stands a few feet away from the door and smirks. "Don't let all the flattering go to your head, you're still nothing but a pawn to Zion" "If you're going to be a mistress you should at least have some shame, don't you think?" "What are you talking about? The one who isn't loved is the mistress. Beside I was there first" "What kind of twisted logic is that?" "A mistress is person who sleeps with a married person, I'm married to him, you aren't." "Why am I even arguing with you? I look insane"

One unread message on her secure, hidden account. Domica, the screen name read. Mistress. Queen. Goddess. She logged in. The interface was sleek—velvet black with deep crimson accents. The Velvet Room was an online lounge, exclusive and encrypted, where anonymity was law and reputation was everything. In this world, she wasn’t Dominique. She was Domica. Mistress of the Room. Crusher of men. Queen of pain and praise. Tonight, two subs had messaged her for a session. She scanned their bios, fingers idly tracing her lips. One begged to be degraded. The other wanted to be ignored while she humiliated someone else. They both paid well. They both bored her.

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

Sebastian thought he had heard it wrong. He absolutely did not dare to believe his ears, and his expression also instantly became extremely disgusted. "What did you say?" "I-I want to be your mistress. Sebastian, I have already met your wife today. She is indeed very outstanding. I can't compete with her. I'm willing to admit defeat. I won't ask to share the same status as her. I know that this country practices monogamy, so I won't ask you to give me a status. I just want to be your mistress. I'll just be your mistress. I'll bear your children, and the entire White family will be yours in the future," Misty said incomparably eagerly.

I clenched my jaw at the images flashing in my mind and controlled myself. I licked my lips and answered, “I am a dominant, Bella. I like to control my partner while having sex and ordering them around like when and if they can come. Or not at all.” If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

I looked at Chantel pleadingly, but she only smiled at me as she said "Don't worry slut, mistress mommy is an amazing lover. I know you love it when I dominate you, now just imagine how sexy you will feel when you have two beautiful black mistresses to pleasure." Brenda then settled down on the bed on one side of me, as Chantel settled down on my other side. Brenda then said, "She's right. I know you are a natural slave. You see, Chantel is my daughter slut. She services my every demand, and has done so for a very long time. I am her mistress mommy, as I am the head of this family. So you will address both of us as 'mistress mommy' and 'mistress Chantel,' whenever either of us refer to you a

I held and squeezed Ruth’s hand, who still sat frozen on the sofa. "Sarah, wait!" Derrick called out. "Where are you going?" Kendall whined as Derrick pulled away from her and ran after me. Sonia looked bewildered as Derrick chased me. "Sarah, wait!” Finally, Derrick caught up to me. "What now?" I asked, annoyed. "We’re getting back together, right? Don’t worry about Kendall. She’ll accept being the mistress because you’ll always be my wife," Derrick said shamelessly. "Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving."

I realized then that if I didn't clarify things today, I would forever be branded a mistress. "You say Harlan is your dad; is your mom named Doris Dewey?" Jennifer laughed arrogantly. "So, you're finally admitting to being the mistress?" "Let's call them both over and settle this once and for all. Then we'll know who the mistress is and who the disgraceful illegitimate daughter is!"