Mistress Stories Novels & Stories

"If what I do as a slave is not cheating on him, then what he does as a Master can't be cheating either. Slave Master's frequently have more than one slave. Mistress Dark believes slaves should compete for the affections of their Master. It ensures they both strive to be more pleasing. But more than that, I knew how much Master valued fidelity, how hurt he would be if I were unfaithful. For him to allow me this fantasy and all it entailed was a supreme act of love. If he could love me so much, could I do less for him?" "It's all quite noble, I'm sure. It doesn't ease the pain of seeing him fuck someone else, does it? And who's Mistress Dark?" Julia took Lisa's hand. "Do I feel some particle

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.

she coos, "They are going to be sore for a while; you're going to need to suck it up." I feel fingers sliding into me while Mistress walks behind us, so I know they are Masters. He doesn't want any other pussy, my ass. I knew it was too good to be true. This is the first time that Mistress has earned my distrust, but there isn't anything I can do. The contract says they both own me. It does not say she won't let anybody else fuck me, I just took her word for it. ~~~~~~~~

Monique said, "because if Master still needed to get Mistress preggers, he had one of Mistresses slaves with her to overcome her discomfort with cock. Although, Mistress did get pregnant the first time because Master left enough cum in her to impregnate half of the estate." "And Chantelle, who wanted to visit her family on Guadalupe, so she actually worked as the cook for her berth," Marcia said. "Then when Master allowed me my hall pass with the person on the cruise, I invited Chantelle and the others to have sex with him so he wouldn't be alone on the cruise."

"Did he buy you this apartment with his money or his wife's money?" "Are you ashamed of yourself for causing Thalia's death?" "Why haven't you killed yourself to atone for your sins?" The questions were endless. And because those reporters spoke over each other, they weren't afraid of telling her to choke on a dick and die. You'd think she had forced that fucking bitch to kill herself. Was it her fault the stupid woman couldn't live without a man? She wasn't the first one to be cheated on and she wouldn't be the last. Why make such a big deal out of something so small and insignificant?

It was deserted there and maybe Gladwin had left again or she hadn't come back yet. Lucy gave a tissue to Lilyana who was still crying. "Let me get you a drink." The woman then got up from her chair, she headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her best friend. "Lucy." Lilyana said, still sobbing. "Yes, Lily?" "Do you believe that Ed has been cheating on me?" Lucy who heard the question could only remain silent. She didn't know what to say while Ed Shane's mistress was the girl she had hired.

The air was thick with power, deadly tension, and affluence. The mafia wives, all beautiful and sophisticated women clung to their husbands while some scattered around in gatherings of three. “Is that her?” A woman in a heavy diamond dress mouthed behind in a whisper, face twisted in scorn. “You mean the Don’s mistress?” another sultry voice sniggered. Whispers began erupting as all heads gradually turned —awe, contempt, and neutral glares fixated on her.

Vivienne had sniffled. "You don't have to sleep with any guy if you aren't ready. Your first time should be special and filled with love. Sex should be special." She had told her sister. But here she was, in her boss's bed, being a mistress. "Fucking Hypocrite!" She cursed. Roxanne got dressed quickly and went down. She met a lady who looked to be well into her fifties. "Good Morning, Miss Roxanne." The lady greeted. Roxanne was surprised that the lady had called her by her name.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to leave me. I tried to tell you so many times but I couldn’t. You were never my whore, Isadora.” “How did you see this working, Dominic? Did you think I’d stay here in the penthouse and you’d divide your time between us? Fuck us both and live happily ever after?” “It is not uncommon for men like me to have a mistress,” Dominic said. “A mistress,” Isadora scoffed. “That’s just a nicer word than whore.” Dominic gritted his teeth. He didn’t have any answers for her. She wasn’t completely wrong. She’d officially be his mistress but it was nothing more than a glorified whore. He didn’t see her that way though and his feelings for her hadn’t changed.

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