Mistress Slave Stories Novels & Stories

I was supposed to be offended by that but somehow I find it cute seeing her do that. It reminded me of our dating days, she was always so cute when she was angry. “I came here to ask how we are going to do this? And are you serious about me being your mistress?” She asks, saying the last part in a serious tone. “It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.”

said Amar, surprising Axelina who was busy with her own thoughts. “Don't call me your wife with your dirty mouth, Amar. I'm not your wife. I'm just your sex slave. I'm too high with the title of wife. I'm not that different from the bitch you usually buy with your money,” said Axelina smiling sadly. Axelina smiled bitterly lamenting her current situation. Amar felt pinched by the words that came out of Axelina's lips. Even though the reality is really like that. “Eat first! Since morning you haven't eaten anything,” said Amar.

I flinched when a kiss landed on my shoulder. “Sab…” I squeezed my eyes shut as his kisses trailed up to my neck. I clenched my fists when his warm breath brushed against my ear. “I gave you everything, yet you fucked some other men?” I opened my eyes at what he said. Did this man think I was the Sabrina he knew? I was about to turn and speak, but his hands gripped both my arms tightly, stopping me. “W-wait—” “Don’t fucking talk. I don’t wanna hear it.” He roughly grabbed my chest, kneading it harshly. “You’re my fucking sex slave tonight, Sab. Nothing more.”

"Thank you, I don't do anything extraordinary, I treat it though but it's more of natural. You are beautiful to. Hope you don't mind, who is that girl? I don't remember wronging her so I don't understand the attitude," "That girl, her name is Ivy. I can't call it relationship because young master always calls her anytime he wants a woman and she is in a relationship with the young master. She thought she was going to get married yesterday and really did things to us but thank God somebody else got married. We won't have survived. What she has against you is hate at first sight so don't mind her," Fiona responded. "Wow this is tricky. They can go on with their relationship, I need to talk to

I had no option but to work as a maid at this mansion. Wilson brothers; the two hot billionaires; Alexander Wilson and Edward Wilson, whom I have never seen, for whom I work. There are some insane tales about those siblings that I have heard. My hands shiver in fright to even think about them because it gives chills down my spine. I just wish I never come across them, because if I come, I don't know what they'll do to me. I heard that if their lustful eyes fall on any woman; they make her their slave and own her mind, body, and soul.

Sicilia blinked her eyes bowing her head. "I am sorry my Lord, it will never happen again." Sicilia stuttered biting her inner cheek in utter humiliation. She couldn't believe she was humiliated like this in front of a Slave. A mere slave! Gulping her anger down she started eating as well. Gabriel from the start used to eat his food with his both mistresses only to remind them each night who they are and to never consider themselves more than that but both of his mistresses were thick-headed. They never understood the meaning behind his words.

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.

"Martin, thank you for looking out for me. I promise I'll work really hard! I know my abilities aren't quite there yet, but I'm willing to roll up my sleeves and start from the bottom, slowly improving myself!" But who could have known that her idea of "rolling up her sleeves" literally meant getting into bed with Martin. Soon enough, rumors were flying all over the hospital about their affair. "Martin, thank you so much for looking out for me. I promise I'll work really hard. I know I'm still lacking in skill, but I'm willing to roll up my sleeves and work hard. I'll take it slow and build myself up the right way." Turns out, when she said "work hard," she meant working hard in bed with Mar

"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.

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.