Mistress Story Novels & Stories

Mistress B wondered loudly. "Well, who knows, no matter how much we try to figure it out, it is not like we would know the answer. We just have to serve him well, and we will be blessed! I heard that he is a hot potato!" Mistress C exclaimed. "True, anyway, how was he last night?" Mistress A asked Mistress C, and Mistress B also looked expectantly at her. Mistress C was the one that was having s*x with Xander when Anastasia jumped in.

"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?

Yet, his two mistresses were in their early twenties. His first mistress was an omega who had been maltreated by her stepmother. She suffered cruelty at her hands until Sir Titus offered to make her his mistress. Initially, she refused because he was old enough to be her father, but when the mistreatment became unbearable, she decided to accept his offer. Now, she was comfortably living in an apartment he had set up for 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. ~~~~~~~~

“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

“Path one: the media keeps dragging your name through the mud. You remain the ‘mistress’ while your life continues to unravel. They’ll dig into your past, your family, your mother….” “Enough.” My voice trembled as I interrupted him. He held still, recognizing the weight of my words. “Not my mom,” I whispered. “Anything but that.” “Path two,” he continued, “we take control of the narrative. We shape the story instead of letting it consume us.” “And how do we do that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering. “We make it seem intentional.” My brows knitted together in confusion. “What do you mean…?”

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

He was also the only man who had ever truly had power over me. But he was wrong about one thing. He hadn’t created me. Five years ago, I was just a heartbroken eighteen-year-old in a wedding dress, sitting on the side of a dusty road, my world shattered. I had caught my fiancé with another woman on the morning of our wedding. And then Garrick found me. He offered me a job, a fresh start. At first, I thought I’d be his secretary. But that was just a front for the women he recruited—women like me, trained to seduce and manipulate, to dig up secrets and destroy powerful men.

she countered, her fists curling at her sides. "I wouldn't have risked my all for a mistress," Nate reminded her, his face hardening. A flicker of pain crossed her face upon hearing that, and her lips pulled into a sad smile. "That's what everyone's wondering. Why Nathaniel Serrano risked it all for his mistress when he could have easily gotten another," Sera shot back without losing her composure. "You're not that. Don't use that word," Nate spoke furiously. "Then should I use whore? A sex slave? Or an esco..,"