Mistress Dungeon Novels & Stories

he whispered back longing for her to kiss him but she was luring him into an uncontrollable desire for him as she slowly undressed herself, being left with only her bra and underpants. “Do we have a deal Mathew?” she asked him while she had just lowered her hand into his pants and was about to give him a blowjob. “Yes, whatever you want” he responded looking with so much lust toward her. She then lowered his trousers and pulled out his dick, she placed herself just perfectly with her ass facing his face as she bent it over to suck him, he uncontrollably tore her pants and gently kissed her ass while she did the work on him. Priscilla was quite the devil when she was angry and on a mission. M

Dr Serena spoke. The stress on word ‘that’ made Kira’s eyebrows up. “And that building is?” Kira asked. “The mistresses’ building, of course, all mistresses of all men in the house live there…” Dr Serena spoke with a carefree shrug. “And of course, neither the mistress nor the men want to have kids with someone who is not their mate, that jar is always full. If any mistress misses to take it, she is forbidden to step out of the building until next month!”

I screamed, hitting the guard that held me over his shoulder, but I was met with silence. Exhausted from screaming as my head began to ache, I started crying. It didn't take long before we entered a strange-looking place. Horrid screams flew everywhere. I needed no one to tell me that we had arrived at the dungeon where hell awaited Damon's enemies. "I warned you!" A familiar voice rang in the darkness. I needed no sorcerer to tell me it was the mistress' voice. "Now you will face the consequences of being rude to your master," She said, walking away.

"May I ask what that is?" The mistress merely smiled, her fingers lightly drumming against her lap. "I’ll reveal it when the time is right. For now, tell me how I can assist you." Dryzza swallowed hard, her instincts screaming caution. She wasn’t entirely sure she could trust the mistress, whose enigmatic aura made it impossible to read her true intentions. Dryzza’s usual psychological skills seemed powerless against the subtle, unpredictable nature of this woman, leaving her uncertain of what lay ahead.

It rang within the depths of my mind, forming an echo I couldn’t ignore. Mistress. A flicker of darkness caught my eye. Shadows were crawling up the walls, stretching in between the mirrors and across the sloped ceiling. They writhed and danced, taking on the shape of both creatures and man. “Mistress?” I repeated, “Are you referring to the woman in the cloak?” Jade reached out as though she were going to pet the horrifying creatures at her side. Her fingers skimmed the air above their backs.

I hope you felt the emotions, the pain, and the happiness that came with their love story. Meaning of the Story: The Mistress is more than just a tale of betrayal and love — it is a story of forgiveness, redemption, and second chances. It shows that even when love is tested by lies, pride, and mistakes, true love will always find its way back. Lorain’s strength reminds us that pain can turn into power, and that forgiveness is not a sign of weakness but of courage. In the end, the story teaches that real happiness comes when we choose to let go of the past, forgive, and love again — not because everything is perfect, but because love deserves another chance. ❤️

The door shut behind him as Travis led the girl in the sexy red dress into a tastily elegant private room above the night club. A luxurious-looking couch faced a huge television screen mounted on the wall opposite the door. Another wall backstopped a fully stocked bar and a tall bistro table with two bar stools. The back wall, if you can call it a wall, was a single giant Plexiglas pane giving a sweeping view of Chicago's downtown. The Loop pulsed like a living creature outside the window.

my mistress said, not moving from where she lay with her head between my legs. “The spy was caught and is held in their dungeon and we haven't even begun phase two of the plan to capture the girl” she said, sounding annoyed. “Another failure, like the rest of you!” She sneered, her glare burning into my skin. She was the physical embodiment of ‘if looks could kill’. “Seems I was wrong to trust you pet” my mistress said, throwing my leg over her shoulder and kissing a trail down my inner thigh to the soft spot between my pussy and thigh.

She hissed, narrowing her eyes angrily, "Let me guess, you came to laugh at me? Vetta, the pathetic...? Vetta, the whóre Mistress!?" The mistress's voice had gone hoarse, Danika imagined that it must have been from screaming too loud some nights to be let out. The maids' rooms are close to the dungeon, and they rumor that some nights, the Mistress screams loudly repeatedly. "No, I came to do no such thing." She defended. "Then, what did you come here to do!?" She spat. "Get out! Get away from me now!" "Mistress..." "Stay away from me. If you have an idea how much I hate you, you wouldn't be in here at all. Stay away from me, Danika. Stay. Far. Away From. Me." Each words she emphasized angril