Mistress Novels & Stories

They were only allowed to speak when spoken to, solely to respond to their masters' inquiries. Some people associate the term "mistress" with the other woman in a married man's life. However, in reality, "mistress" is a term of respect for a married woman who holds power and authority. Not everyone is aware that "Mrs." is actually an abbreviation of "mistress," and the term has been used since the 17th century. Clarita assisted me in getting ready, and it took approximately thirty minutes for me to bathe and dress. Afterward, she directed me to the location of the dining room.

She should have stayed away from him. Doris's hands were restrained by him, placed on the sides of her head. She did not have the same strength as him, struggling for a while could not make him move an inch, she had to give up. He remained silent as if waiting for her answer. The strong scent of women's perfume on him made Doris choke, she turned her face to the other side, using a cold voice to answer him, "You thought too much, it was handy. Besides, I don’t think a billionaire like you lacks people care about. You just need to wave your hand, both men and women are ready to run to serve you immediately. Paying attention to that simple glass of water for what?"

"I don't know, Mistress. I didn't think. I was worried and needed to be sure nothing happened to you. I love you and would be devastated if you were hurt or injured." "Fine. You love me. But you don't obey me which is all I expect out of you. I told you before. I - am - not - your - effing - girlfriend. I'm your Mistress or nothing. You need to understand something right now. I may never get married. I may never have a boyfriend. I date other men because I want to see if I can have anything close to a normal life. But I'm not sure I trust anyone with any power over me and that includes a husband, who might damn well think he can

Trembling, she approached the woman in the white dress, and when she was about a meter away she fell to her knees. "Servant Trish. I am Officer Eve Bousquet. I am your owner. You will address me as Mistress Bousquet. When I tell you something, you will respond with 'yes, Mistress Bousquet' or 'no, Mistress Bousquet' to let me know that you heard what I said. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Mistress Bousquet."

"Your Majesty... Are you asking me to be your Mistress?" His searing hand smoothly moved up on her arm as he busily hummed. "Yes, my cherished Mistress." He said so casually that she doubted her ears. Did he want to make her a mistress? Was it to make Lady Sayon, his beloved Mistress, his Queen? Unofficial Lady was another name for the Mistress of the King. A mistress can't ever have a title once she is positioned and registered. She lives her life with the King and for the King. Most of them even share

Mistress. I’d heard the word before. Olympus dressed old rot in polished syllables and called it tradition. Men kept mistresses when desire wandered beyond marriage, and everyone pretended the arrangement was civilized as long as no one bled publicly over it. Some mistresses were given rooms, jewels, children tucked into lesser names. Some were loved. Some were used. All of them were spoken of as if they existed beneath the wife, beside the law, outside the clean shape of family.

Who is she? But I tried deflecting anyway. Me: I don't want to make you jealous or whatever… MistressA: Jealous? Bunny, I'm not threatened by your fantasies. If anything, they're useful information. Besides, if you prove yourself worth my time, I'll make every other woman disappear from your mind except me. Now stop stalling. The confidence in that statement made my cock twitch. Me: My professor. MistressA: Interesting. Tell me about her.

Out of all seventy-two mistresses, not many women had hundreds of millions of dollars worth of assets. Elanor Stanton was the one who had control of most of the assets, so she was usually excluded from the rest of the mistresses. If it were not for Jeff Bauer having such a big ego, the mistresses would have started ridiculing Elanor for cucking Jeff at this point. Elanor shuddered as soon as she realized what Audrey Lopez was actually doing. She instinctively shook her head when she said, “Don’t misunderstand me, Young Master Bauer.

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 arrangemen

She's a 6’0 hottie, thick, nasty, bitchy, and a damn Jezebel who's been grooming me since I was 14. She was my nanny. And then became my groomer. And now, she's my…mistress? Fuck buddy? My hell? A walking thirst trap that I can't even refuse? I'm not sure what we are. But we're something that gives her the right to invade my room and chase someone out and act all bossy with me. She's 39. I'm 23. A fucking decade between us. It was sick getting involved with her. But an older woman has always been my kink. And her? My madness.