Mistress Slave Stories Novels & Stories

“ do not be nervous, girl. I am here to help you.” What? Help me? Do you even know what you were talking about? Are you here to help me to let my master to abandon me? I do not have the courage to question her so I simply keep silence and stare at her face angrily. “ Oh, dear. do not look at me in that way. Your master asked me to come here.” I told him to look at Cody angrily. I thought even though we are only master and slave, we have become good friends since we have gone through so many things. I have helped him fight against his father, rescue his mother, capture the murderer, and I even listened to his childhood story. But I am wrong. Not only did he treat me as pets, he even asks anot

She understood why he wanted to fight for it. It's suffocating. Being a mistress was never an easy task. What woman in this world can endure as much stress as she was currently experiencing? “This is all Paul's fault,” Sabrina muttered, cursing at Adam’s father. From the beginning, the old man had never shown good intentions to accept Sabrina as his daughter-in-law. Sabrina prayed that this was their last difficulty. She was so tired of the so-called struggle of love. The woman was eager to enjoy the results after the long struggle she had been through.

the madame said. "I don't know what you are talking about" Camilla said as she glanced away. "Madame, I am not trying to be rude but it's normal if you and the master are sleeping with each other but I will urge you to be careful and not fall deeply for him. In all the years I have worked here, the master has had several mistresses and a lot of them have tried to get him to fall in love with them but they have all failed, I would advise you to be careful" the madame told her.

"Answer me!' Something in my face must have scared her. Stepping back, pulling her wrist free she stuttered, white-faced, 'The master...he...he regularly brings women here to stay...keeps them for some time...his mistresses...' I blanched. My knees felt shaky and I wanted to sit down but gripping the table, I raised my head proudly and stared her in the eye as she continued, ' Liletta and I; we're from the same village in Mexico. We belong to the same church...' She went on and on, but I had stopped listening. The words she used made me freeze. Mistresses. Keeps them for some time So I was only ONE of a string of KEPT women?

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.

Naila. “Mistress?” I repeated the word. The word didn’t belong to me. It felt dirty, heavy and wrong. Girlfriend, lover, the woman he was seeing were some of the words I had imagined he would use to describe me, but I was wrong. Those were the terms I had clung to in my mind, shaping them into something softer, something that resembled love. But mistress? A woman kept, a woman used. Nausea surged violently in my stomach.

“don’t worry about it Sarah and I want you to stay, it’s not easy to find a nanny who takes care of the family like you do, besides I need you to take baby John to the hospital tomorrow, “ she said with sarcasm but at the same time like she really meant it. “You don’t have to accommodate me, I will leave” “No, don’t. We don’t want to raise suspicions to the public, we know just how much they love juicy stories, and besides its good for the wife to know her husband’s mistress, you know to be sure they are safe from any wild sickness, we are healthy Sarah aren’t we?” “Yes, ma’am” “And faithful to our husband?” “Yes, ma’am” “Good, I have something to ask of you and this is not a request,” Prisc

V. Again, thank you so much for being with me throughout the story of The Billionaire's Mistress! I love you, Readers! I hope that you would also join me with the next stories that I would be writing. Your support inspires me to continue. Till the next stories! Again, thank you so much! Love, Myst Teach

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

This was because she had encouraged him to marry her and practically forced Ruth to agree to marry him. One thing she knew was that extremely rich men had strange fetishes and that would make sense especially with the way he had been so eager to wed Ruth so fast. In a bid to save her friendship by making her best friend marry the man she liked, she had landed her into a marriage of slavery. Ruth's eyes danced with amusement as she watched Christine's rage. It was so funny to see the always calm Chris proclaim war and more funny to see her petite frame so agitated. She looked like a Barbie doll enraged and the sight was more cute than it was terrifying.