Mistress Dungeon Novels & Stories

I was able to get myself out of Beatriz hide out. If I had stayed in there any longer I think I might just die. I ran up to the last floor of the mansion, there was a separate room and the only room on that floor, the room has been restricted for a while but today it was open--- maybe the maids are about to clean it, they do that twice a month.

However, the man doesn't want to go on fantasy adventures with nightclub girls. Adrian is a possessive and arrogant type of man so he doesn't want his woman to have a special relationship with another man. Adrian was interested in an intimate relationship because of a guarantee from his business colleague about the woman who would be his mistress. The woman is an office worker and doesn't have a boyfriend or husband, so Adrian decides to meet Raisa first at his apartment. Adrian wanted to try the intimate relationship for just one month. If the woman can't give him the pleasure he wants, then the intimate relationship will be terminated.

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.

Her heels rattled down the hallway as she tried to find his way to her room. The receptionist downstairs had been more than ready to let her into his room. Not surprising. The billionaire playboy must have frequented this place with numerous women whom he barely knew their names. It's just a mission, Emily told herself as she approached The room. All I have to do is have sex with him and secure my place as his personal assistant, steal from him and leave him forever. He's never even going to see it coming. She had no idea how much longer she would keep crossing paths with Edmund Hamilton.

It seems that the two people who were chatting in a very intimate position didn't seem to notice her presence when she came out of the toilet. So Hee opened her ears wide to listen to the conversation of two people who she thought that is very suspicious. "Why? Do you think she's my woman too, be my bedmate, just like you?" Her eyes widened as she overheard their conversation. So, Naomi Lee, the proud athlete of her club and country is a mistress? This is completely unexpected. Naomi Lee is not as innocent as she seems. She grinned, then peeked a little out of curiosity about them. Luckily she always carried her cellphone everywhere, she immediately stole a photo when the man he knew as one

Though she had never stepped into a five-star hotel, Nadine knew this room was as grand as the ones she had only seen on television. “Sir, I swear. I’m not a spy,” she stammered, kneeling on the floor. Her hands clasped together in front of her chest, trembling in fear. “If I’m lying, you may kill me, Sir. I only work here. I wear a hat so people won’t notice my face. My friend told me this place is dangerous, full of drunk guests. The hat belongs to her. I’m not in disguise — I’m just a worker, Sir.” Justine’s eyes narrowed. A crooked smile curled on his lips — cold and menacing.

Unfortunately, the rose-colored glasses of the past were too thick, and I had not been able to see his true nature clearly. Coming back to my senses, I saw Martin reaching out to help me gather the ashes from the floor. "Stella, I didn't know Mom's condition was that serious. I thought you were lying to me. I'm sorry... Can you please forgive me?" Just as he was about to touch Claire's ashes, I shoved him away hard. "Get away from me, you murderer! What right do you have to touch her ashes? Don't dirty Mom's path to peace." Martin lost his balance and his forehead struck the broken fragments on the floor. Blood immediately gushed from the cut and trickled down his chin.

I couldn't move anymore; she excitedly stood up and hugged me. "I freaking missed you, my dearest cousin!" I closed my eyes as her scent lingered in my nostrils—sweet and delectable. Fuck! I immediately opened my eyes, which widened in response to what I had just thought. As I looked down at my cousin's neck. It was very exposed. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I can see right through it. I can see her veins. I can see her blood. I can see the placements. I felt dizzy again and held her back, knowing that it was the only way I could retain my sanity. I pushed myself to calm down by closing my eyes again and taking a very deep breath.

"Ready to play, Charlotte?" I swallow hard. Tilting my chin up. "I think so, Master, yes." My Master and Michael lead me downstairs, through semi-lit corridors, to a thick, carven, oak-fronted door. Pushing it open, they pause at the doorway to let me see inside, pointedly allowing me the space to back away if I want to. Inside, arranged as the kind of classic dungeon you could see in any Hollywood movie, it has every appearance of a Medieval torture chamber, with a rack, chains and manacles hanging from the walls, and a heavy, timber carved cross mounted upright.

Chapter 13 Just A Glimpse Joe navigates the winding halls of the underwater palace, his heart beating with anticipation. He searches for Madissa, knowing she can guide him to Nerissa's chamber. Spotting her in conversation with Selena, he patiently waits until they finish speaking. As Madissa turns towards him, her face brightens with a warm smile. "Madissa," Joe greets her, "I've been trying to find Nerissa. Could you please tell me where her chamber is?" Madissa nods and provides him with clear directions. Grateful for her help, Joe follows her guidance, determined to find Nerissa and share a moment of connection.