Mistress Slave Novels & Stories

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.*

I said. “Oh dear….well my fate is almost similar to yours though.” She said. “How??? I don't understand you??” “I was a slave to my previous master until I decided to run away from him one day and met this unfortunate fate yet again.” “Slave??” I asked in confusion. “Well slave is the refined way of putting it…. I was his plaything.” “What???” I asked in shock. “Why are you surprised?? It's a common thing here in Italy.” She asked as she chuckled softly.

"I'm a very passionate woman, sir. To put it one more way so you might understand a slave mindset, you know I now consider myself as good as married to Lisa as I am to my husband. We've arranged contractual agreements which make her an equal in our relationship. As much as I love Lisa, doesn't mean I love her less or find her less attractive and desirable because I also acquired a woman slave for myself, nor that I can't enjoy fucking your slave. It doesn't mean she doesn't complete me in a way others don't. It's just sex. Both of us can have sex with other women without believing we are less to each other than we are, regardless of my desire to burrow my head between Reneé's thighs and tong

She stopped behind him, her gaze tracing the line of his spine down to the firm curves of his ass. “You are to be my slave,” she stated, walking back to face him. She did not touch him yet. “The title is ‘Kneel.’ You will answer to it, or you will answer to nothing. Your purpose is my pleasure, my convenience, my whim. Your desires are irrelevant unless I choose to exploit them. Do you understand the fundamental truth of your existence here?” His throat worked as he swallowed. “Yes, Mistress.” “Look at me.” His grey eyes lifted, meeting hers. There was intelligence there, and a deep, banked heat. Good. A stupid slave was boring. A resistant one was fun to break. An intelligent, willing one…

"I swear, I was completely unaware that he had another family! No woman willingly takes on the scorned role of the mistress. I was deceived by Harlan Woolf!" "Naive and young, I was easily persuaded by his words and be with him blindly. I sacrificed my college dreams just to bear his child. We've been together for fifteen years, yet now I'm told that I've been the mistress all along, wreaking havoc on another woman's marriage." "I never intended this; I genuinely didn't realize I was destroying another woman's marriage." Her soul-crushing weeping and desolate demeanor swiftly drew the compassion of numerous online viewers. As she had expected, people began to change their minds.

"That was the day I lost her. That was the day I ceased being a mother. All she believed was that we stole from the Mafia Lord and she was paying bigger for our sins. I could not blame her for believing so because that was what everyone made her believe. She ended up not knowing the truth and still does not know" "For years, the Mistress and the other slave girls suffered. Most of them were r@ped, used in many ways, and violated countlessly. They were used as a form of entertainment during the numerous gatherings but luckily, Vicenta was always pushed aside because of how fragile and immature she looked. She still did not grow big bre@sts and bûtt like the other girls, but she was not spared

I forced my way towards the desk, opened the file and glanced through the white and black writings, each rule felt like a death sentence. 1. I am officially his mistress. 2. My pussy belongs to him, anytime, anyday, anywhere and without complaints. 3. No man has access to my pussy other than him. 4. No one knows about our relationship. “This is modern day sex slavery!” “Just sign it, Jun,” he spat back, his patience thinning. “ No complaints, remember?” My fingers tightened with more force than necessary as I signed the contract. “Good girl,” he said coolly, his voice disgustingly sweet. He stepped closer and pressed a kiss on my exposed cleavage.

Such servants were tools of pleasure, but in that masked female's case, her job was specific. To get the master aroused and ready for s*x. That was all. A higher-rank servant then finishes the job. Or a mistress. What a sick custom. To be fair, I did read that those types of sex slaves were female prisoners. The fact the pack's omegas considered them low-ranks meant they were the lowest of the lows. Why the hell was she staring at me?

And like the foolish brother I'd always known, he nodded slowly with a laugh and leaned in even closer, muttering under his breath, “—probably realized she’s better off letting another man fuck her than deal with your control issues.” That was it. I slammed him back against the nearest pillar so hard that I heard a crack in his arms. As my hand gripped his collar, knuckles whitening as I lifted him off the ground, I watched in contentment as the smirk on his face immediately turned into fear. “I told myself I'd hold back didn't mean I won't hold back from putting that tongue of yours in check, little brother,” I hissed, my breath growing heavy and cold against his as our eyes locked. “You’re

Sarang quickly averted his gaze, turning back to Ishwar, who smiled knowingly. “Why are you smiling like that?” Sarang asked, taking another sip of his drink. “The bond between you and your master is… intriguing. The grand duke refuses to take another wife or mistress, yet he is intimate with you.” “Intimate?” Sarang blinked, puzzled. “Are you not a pleasure slave?” The bluntness of the question made Sarang choke on his drink. He shook his head furiously. “No! Master and I—our relationship is not like you and your master.”