Mistress Dungeon Novels & Stories

I made the next appointment before I left. I called Mistress Dark and asked if I could stop by and see her right now. She said she'd be happy to spend a little time with me though she expected to use me when I was there. I didn't mind being used, so agreed to her terms. Rose greeted me at the door with a kiss and led me back to the dungeon. Mistress Dark currently had one male and two female slaves in training. The male was currently licking MD's cunt while Slut fucked his ass with a strap on. He was learning how to ignore what happened to him while paying attention to her pussy. He seemed to be doing fairly well, so I assumed it wasn't the first time he'd done it. She was seated in a chair,

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.

Then came her next message. MistressA: I actually have a task for you, bunny. Me: What kind of task? MistressA: The kind that proves you're serious about this. About me. Me: I'm listening. MistressA: I want you to buy a plug. Small, black silicone. Wear it for an hour. Send me proof. My brain flatlined. Me: You want me to what now? MistressA: You heard me. Unless you'd prefer I find someone else to train.

She smiled with her eyes half-closed, telling me stories from Orion’s childhood, when suddenly a figure rushed forward and slapped the bouillabaisse out of her hands. The soup splashed all over her face and clothes, even into her eyes. I didn’t have time to demand an explanation. Neither did Mr. Hale. We hurried to wipe her clean. However, Vera refused to let it go. "Lyra, do you even know what kind of place this is? This is Mooncrest Pavilion! Where did trashy, poor people like you come from? You can’t even finish a bowl of bouillabaisse without packing it up, and you still have the nerve to eat here?"

It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband* *She had been parading as the #1 heiress of the country for the past decade, who knew that she was a bitch who grew up at some rundown orphanage at the darkest downtown. No offense to all normal orphans with all their moral compass function* *Can you believe the mistress’ family were working under her because she was the supposed #1 heiress, I wonder what they would do now that the whole stuff has blown up in their face* *I heard the mistress was harassed at work too…poor girl.*

Christine asked in the most serious voice she had ever spoken in. "Nothing. I am just an extremely horny woman who needs satisfaction that's all!" Ruth answered. "You don't understand Christine and I don't blame you, you have never known the forbidden yet sweet touch of a man before, but trust me when I say this, if you find a man that does not fulfill his fetish neither does he do yours, then you should dump him and move on," Ruth said to Christine in a tender voice.

“So what do you want, Alpha?” I let the silence drag for a moment. The fire crackled in the fireplace, soft and sharp. “I have an offer for you,” I said finally. She frowned. “An offer?” “Yes. You’ll stay here, under my protection. You’ll have food, shelter, safety. In exchange, you’ll serve as my mistress.” Her expression froze, then twisted into shock and disgust. “Your what?” “You heard me.” I met her gaze steadily. “I could have killed you, but I didn’t. I’m offering you something better than death.”

“I didn’t turn a blind eye to what you had with him. He cheated on my mom because of you. You disgust me, Ms. Escobar.” I gripped my skirt with a trembling hand, but it was no use. “Do you have proof? You’re making baseless accusations, Mr. Agrezor.” “I have proof.” We went into the function hall, and I stopped before the stage. Trying to look fearless, I stared into his eyes and held out my hand. “Where? Show me.” He took a step forward and stared back at me. “Bank transactions, photographs, and messages on his phone. Aren’t those enough proofs?”

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

. “You know you’re Daddy’s slut, right?” I murmured against her sweet lips. She nodded, and I smacked her ass hard. “Words, tesoro,” I growled. “Y-yes, sir, I’m your slut,” she stammered, the title sending a surge of heat through me. Her submission fueled an insatiable hunger I’d never quench. “You know what sluts do, Caramella. They please their master.” My grip tightened on her neck, her pained expression stoking my desire. “I’ll do anything you want, Sir,” she moaned, her voice shaky as she bit her lip. I cursed, freeing her lip to claim it with my own, kissing her fiercely. Her arms looped around my neck as I palmed her ass, squeezing hard. “I want your sexy little m