Mistress Slave Stories Novels & Stories

She wept lowly knowing she would be the one to face her husband's punishment as Master Damien never punished his offenders. He slew them and their family become his slaves and serve him. If you are lucky enough to attract him, you would be turned into his sex slave. But in her case, she already knew he does not sleep with married women so her punishment would be to work in the farmlands day and night with little food. If you were lucky enough, you would survive but if you were not, you die and your dead body would be thrown into the blood river. Master Damien stepped into the room and glanced at the woman who was tied to a poll, Such a disgrace that her stupid husband went against his words.

"I don't know. I would be quite upset if one of my slaves tried to restrict access to anyone else. Nearly as much as I'd be if anyone tried to take my slaves from me. Why would you attempt to do so?" "I've found myself falling in love with my Mistress, sir. Seeing her get ready to go out with other men on dates was driving me nuts. I'd try to cajole her into staying home or offer to fuck her if it's what she wanted. She said she'd tell me what she wanted when she wanted it. I couldn't help myself." "This despite the fact she was letting you fuck her mother, and the other sex you were getting during the cum breaks arranged at work, and fucking my slaves while I was gone."

Their kiss broke and Marcia pulled Chantelle against her, idly stroking her breasts. "They were sleeping together for three weeks or so, along with another bisexual slave," Marcia continued, "though Master didn't add her to his menagerie except to teach her how to properly suck cock. Master, being the charming dog that he is, was lovable enough Chantelle fell in love with him. Enough to realize she was willing to surrender her slavery to Brianna and willing to risk my anger in submitting to my husband instead. Bad enough she fell in love with him, he managed to fall in love with her as well, though he says he still loves me, despite loving this gorgeous creature." "What Mistress always forge

I asked before I could stop myself. “They serve,” the Mistress answered gently, but without hesitation. “In whatever way the kingdom requires or however their families see fit. Some become mistresses, whores, some do hard labor, while unlucky ones are sold by their own family as slaves. Because the hard truth is, unfortunately for them, for us… No one wants to marry us.

I asked, in surprise. I knew some mafia Lords don't have an harem, they instead make use of a mistress. A pretty woman who has to serve them sexually for a long period of time, the mistress doesn't bed anyone except from the master's who own them. And this mistresses are forever ones. If they conceive and bear a male child for their masters. They might be privilege to take over has the queen. This mistress looks like a rival, I've always heard about this mistresses and they are always extremely beautiful. What am I even saying, why would I see her as rival. She can be the queen for all I care.

“if she can be replaced with thousands of women, why don’t you do so, I believe you have thousands of women at your disposal, use them and forget about her” Vincent glared at him, “I will get you back for this, you can’t continue to humiliate me like this, I will have what I want”. “regardless, he is right, this tradition has been going on long before your father’s reign, slave were meant to serve their masters in whatever way, most especially a slave whore, it is her duty to please people that are above her, after all we hold her life in our hands”. “she’s a royal mistress, not a slave whore”.

She smile and laugh devilishly. Emily scoff and cross her arms while Nathan look at me with a shaking head. I was about to stop Emily and get her out of the cafeteria but she put her hand on my face to stop me. “Yes, that’s true and I wasn’t proud that I got him because I stole him but that’s all over now and for your information his marriage was already failing when I met him and I didn’t know that he was married but yes, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t a mistress because I chose to continue seeing him despite that fact but it cannot be undo and I suffer a lot and you have no idea what I’ve been through but you know what? When I chose to left him and decide to live on my own he followed

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.*

"Take care of yourself hmm? And most importantly don't go around causing trouble this time around." I smiled at her and she shook her head and left. Once the door had closed, I replayed the conversation I had with Gabriele Andino in my head. Shortly I would be invited to have dinner with him and Basilio and honestly, I dreaded it. I took a shower and changed my clothes as I winced in pain. Sara did not take it lightly with me. I sat on the bed reading a new romance novel I'd gotten from Sofie and I was engrossed in it. The story was about a girl who was in the same situation as I was. She was sold off as a slave, a sex slave that is, but I wasn't forced to do anything. Then I heard a loud kn

She spoke of how cheerful Damon was when he was living with her and her late husband during the time things wasn't alright in the mansion ---- she said it was something that had to do with Beatriz's marriage but didn't dwell much on that topic. She slowly moved into the topic about the both of us and how we grew fond of each other.... Madame Carlotta was being nosy in my opinion but it doesn't matter since she promised to tell me about how Damon started loving me cause I personally didn't even know when my heart started beating for Damon, it's still all a mystery and somewhat unreal for me, one day I might just wake up and all of this could be one big fat lie and that will be all for me.