Mistress Dungeon Novels & Stories

The living room now gleamed with elegance: deep grey suede couches, polished wooden floors, a ceiling-to-floor glass wall that looked out over the ocean. Each room was clean, precise. The master’s balcony offered a sweeping view of the water. The safe opened with my palm and retinal scan, just as designed. Hidden. Untouchable. The underground room was the crown jewel. The narrow passageway descended beneath the house like a secret artery. The chamber at the end was cold and hollow, its silence heavy. Reinforced walls, soundproofing layers, a singular air duct system. I had a control panel installed at the door, one command could lock it down entirely.

I said. He took me to a dark hallway in the club. The hallway is known as 'The Torture Dungeon'. I heard cries of women in different rooms and soon, I would join them to cry. We got into a room, the bedroom is nonetheless a dungeon-fashion playground. A monster bondage mattress padded underneath us and there have been chains at every one of the posters. Beneath it is this massive, wrought-iron cage, and above us is a suspension hook with rope.

Lisa covered her nose and walked slowly as she passed the dungeon, she saw some people half alive, few unharmed and some dead; she hoped they wouldn’t shout at them to help them or implicate them, but to their amazement they all kept quiet and ignored them. Luca stared at them amazed at their silence; some shook their head in pity while others ignored them completely. The dungeon door opened and they entered into the garden. How Lisa opened the dungeon door was a mystery to them all but they all kept their mouth shut. They all moved secretly until they reached the maid’s quarter. Lisa walked into the maids’ quarter along with all the ex-mafias. The maid’s quarter was big, beautiful and it wa

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.

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!"

Just as I was about to respond, another executive chimed in. "Or mine. That silhouette would be perfect for luxury retail." My mind went blank. Wait, were they recruiting me? Already? I hadn’t noticed William approaching until he stood beside us. Quiet. Fluid. A little intimidating. "Jane is currently training under Mira," he said calmly. "She’s not available." The man with silver hair let out a chuckle. "Relax, William. We’re just admiring your...." He hesitated. Then, with a knowing smile, added, ".....mistress."

"Mistress is expecting you. Follow me please." She was a little on the heavier side, but not unpleasing to look at, so I happily followed her to the rear of the house. Her bottom was streaked with red welts; seven or eight, she was moving too quickly to count. She opened a door to a large room with subdued lighting, with a number of cages, posts, and furniture I couldn't guess the purpose of. There were whips hanging on the walls, rods or canes neatly organized in little bins, shelves filled with dildos and vibrators of nearly every description. There was a male in a tiny cage on the floor, lapping up some food off a plate, a bowl of water beside it. There was a lovely, very naked young woma

Her expression looked panicked because, in the blink of an eye, she looked down as if something was calling her to come in. “Uh, no, I just wanted to see the garden from this side.” Mongkol glanced at the lady’s gaze, staring at the door of the forbidden cellar. “On this side, my lord is seldom used and not cleaned. It’s better not to come.” “O… Okay.” It was an indirect statement that the Master did not allow the Mistress to come to this shore. “Then let’s go then,” said the butler, still smiling at the young woman. Mirawadee smiled and glanced at the basement stairs again. But the stairs disappeared, and only a door appeared in its place.

To understand how all of this actually worked. She knew what being his mistress meant, but what she didn’t know was what he expected her to be like as his mistress. She could see Mr Doyle’s eyes flickering with something she couldn’t quite decipher, and before she could react, he suddenly took a step forward and dived into the water. The water splashed around them, some of it spilling over the edge of the pool, some of it hitting her in the face.