Mistress Stories Novels & Stories

“Please don't tell the young master I told you but it was all his plan…we weren't really having sex.” “What did you just say???” I asked in shock as my eyes widened. “it’s the truth ma'am…when I went into his room to ask for clothes for you, he told me about the plan but the reason behind it was stated by him and so I just went ahead with it.” “But I saw him butt naked.” I said, still in confusion. “It was staged…there was nothing happening between us…I've worked for the young master for a few years now and one thing I can tell you is that he doesn't have intimate relationships with his staff.”

She asked, her lips trembling as she spoke. "I am showing mercy on you, Amara. Be grateful I am not asking you to become his mistress." He hissed through clenched teeth. "If I made you his mistress then get ready to face the worst side of life, because mistresses have no respect in our world. They are tossed around with hundreds of men, warm the bed of different men each night and then die because the pain is too much for them to handle. Is this what you want?!" His angry voice boomed in the four walls of the room.

"A ruthless womanizer, buying love and discarding hearts like trash. Did our moments together mean nothing?" "My wealth, not my heart, was what you sought," I countered, my voice unwavering despite the turmoil within. Jessica's face contorted in rage and despair. "You're a monster!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she stormed out, leaving shattered emotions in her wake. As I sank into my plush leather chair, exhaling deeply, I felt relieved. Another mistress gone. I'd grown accustomed to this familiar cycle. I always made my situation crystal clear: a fiancée, waiting patiently on the island, and I wouldn't commit. Yet, they'd eagerly accept, enticed by the promise of lux

"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?

Mistress P was a goddess of seduction, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was already hypnotized. I had just turned twenty and I was like a crazy hormonal dog, my friend's father had told her about my anger issues, she told me that she was going to help me deal with it, she told me that BDSM is more than just whips and flogs, she said that it was also not about pain but pleasure. When they said a session, I didn't know what they had in store for me.

I hope you felt the emotions, the pain, and the happiness that came with their love story. Meaning of the Story: The Mistress is more than just a tale of betrayal and love — it is a story of forgiveness, redemption, and second chances. It shows that even when love is tested by lies, pride, and mistakes, true love will always find its way back. Lorain’s strength reminds us that pain can turn into power, and that forgiveness is not a sign of weakness but of courage. In the end, the story teaches that real happiness comes when we choose to let go of the past, forgive, and love again — not because everything is perfect, but because love deserves another chance. ❤️

“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.

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

These two were really treating me like a maid. “Here, it's warm water Mrs Hales.” I said as I handed Nicole the glass. Nicole's eyes widened in horror as she took the glass from me. "Ouch!" she gasped, clutching her hand and recoiling. "Alexa, you've burned me!" she accused, her voice filled with pain and anguish. The interviewers looked at each other, unsure of how to react. And then a rush of accusations flew through the air. "She is indeed a mistress?" shouted someone from the audience. "Trying to harm the wife as soon as she finds out she is pregnant, what a heartless woman."

“I never thought they’d bring another one of us in after so long. After Mia.” The mention of that name sends a shiver through me, confirming my worst fears. Mia was the most recent of Alessandro’s missing mistresses, along with two others whose fates remained unknown. The reason these women look so familiar—the reason their faces haunt me—is because Alessandro has a type. Us. They are his other mistresses. Dell said three mistresses went missing over six months ago. I saw Mia when Alessandro sent me on that mission to bring her back, but these two… these must be the other two.