Mistress Slave Stories Novels & Stories

“He’s just your type.” “Not interested… Master,” she spat, with reluctant submission. I smirked. “Lovely catching up.” Law and I walked away. “At least introduce me to the new doll. I’d love to meet the woman who managed to enchant three ice-cold bastards like you.” She said. I paused at the edge of the patio. “She’s not a guest,” I said over my shoulder. "She's our prisoner.” Duchess laughed softly behind us. “Not bad… Just be careful. Women aren’t known for being merciful once they taste real power.”

“They said today was given to them as a day of rest because of the Luna celebration yesterday. They used that chance to seek my help.” His gaze sharpened slightly, but he said nothing. “They spoke about Vanya,” I added. “They claim she has been abusing her authority as head maid,” I paused. “Punishments beyond what is necessary. Beatings. Withholding food. Assigning impossible tasks.” My fingers tightened slightly against each other. “And, not only her.” Ragnar’s eyes narrowed a fraction. “Some warriors have also taken advantage of their positions,” I continued. “Using slaves and omegas however they wish. The complaints describe cruelty… and pains.”

One making her feel seen, the other making her feel claimed. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her body yielded, even as her mind screamed confusion. And when the night finally settled, both brothers had taken from her different, yet the same. Her chest rose and fell, tears at the corners of her eyes, though her lips still tingled from their kisses. She felt bound, trapped, yet also changed forever. Damian leaned down, his lips brushing her ear for the final word of the night. “This is only the beginning, wife. From now on, you will never belong to just one man. You are ours.”

My heart pounded out loud and I felt chills running through my body encountering both of my ex-boyfriends in my apartment. "What... what are you both doing in my apartment?" I stammered turning towards James. James grinned looking at me and suddenly Nicolas who was behind me gripped me and started to kiss my neckline. "What are you doing? leave me..." I struggled to break free from his grip but it grew tighter. "Leave..." I yelled again but he was not letting me go. "See Ella you know I am straightforward. So I am telling this directly you should amuse us both in the bed starting from today. In a simple sense, you have to be our mistress..." James said coming closer to me and gripped my chee

The next strike of the whip makes her gasp and reply him. "Punish me! " She says. Jaxon whips her again and that sends the message that she is to address him as "master". "Punish me, master." Jaxon gets more aroused as he hears her call him master and moan to the whipping. "Look, you're wet for me." His finger goes into her and strokes her. Roxanne keeps moaning inaudible words. Just when she was close, he slides out his fingers. "Please,Master, fuck me!" She cries.

Shyra pulls away from Shane and quickly fled to the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her and quietly sat on the toilet. Her mind started racing as the thought of her husband prostituting her became prominent to his friends. Some she recognizes from his husband's company, and some were his colleagues. What the hell is his problem? First he asks if I love him enough, and now he's selling me? My blood boiled at the thought, but a quiet knock had me off guard. "Pre-Occupied" I yell out, thinking it couldn't be Shane. "You better open the other, you're

' I whispered I didn't notice when I started crying. 'Easy for you to say, I thought this would too but life doesn't go as planned, coming back I was hit with the reality that it was a fling and you were.....' I couldn't let him finish the poisonous words he was spilling, my hand came in contact with his face. 'I was what a mistress?' I laughed at how ironic this was. 'Lo...'

And now, my colleagues continued looking at me in disgust, treating me with scorn. “You judged me easily, sir,” I said, forcing a smile. Shifting his eyes to the penholder on his table, he took a pen and spun it around his fingers. “You slept with him for money. How much did he pay you?” He rose from his seat and walked toward me. Taking a few steps backward as he continued coming nearer, I hit the back of my legs against the sofa and fell on it. He reached out to tilt my chin up, and his eyes bore into mine, making me nervous. “Sleep with me. I’ll double or triple the price.”

he said, sternly. My smile disappeared. I looked at him with great contempt. "What's that, please?" I didn't like the suspense. I just wish he could notice and talk quicker. I pray it won't be too bad. He grinned from ear to ear and then looked intently at me. "You'll be my mistress." He dropped the bombshell. 'Well, not too bad,' I thought. After all, I knew how to do all a mistress does. I could wash, I could clean, I could… But then, does he really need a mistress?

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.