Online Mistress Novels & Stories

For the next month I messaged my Mistress every night. We facetimed a couple more times where she had a big focus on my asshole. She even let me cum a couple of times, but I was never gifted enough to get to see her cum. It became an obsession for me. My Mistress had the perfect body, and all I wanted was to see her cumming. I yearned to please her. Then, after that month, she sent me a message. YoungDomme: I want to turn this into real life. I am free this weekend. I want you to book us a hotel room where you can finally be dominated by me in person.

off limits". It's just a big turn on for me." Then she smiles at me and says, "But when I'm with a woman, I can be soft and tender as I was last night, but I have to be in control. She has to answer to me, do what I say, do whatever pleases me, no questions ask. I am actually a Mistress to women, I have a couple of full time "clients" that pay me well. Last night, if I would have made you suck my toes, I would have cum in my panties!" My jaw drops as I hear her say all of this. I start daydreaming about what fun I could have with her, what it would be like on my knees servicing her......

I immediately replied mockingly. It was true, I fucked each and every supermodel that we had in our agency, I never once forced anyone but they all willing crawled on my bed, they all did everything I wanted them to do, they all tried everything that they could to get my attention, I was rich, handsome and popular, it was obvious that riding my dick would given them attention and growth that they are looking in Kinght.inc, they all lure behind me except this one motherfucking bitch.. who slammed dressing room door on my face, however I still wanted to see her because of erection that I got just by seeing her sexy body, I just need good release and if she can help me cure my erection problem

“I am Lara.” Okay? That is just a name folk, I want to fucking know who you are, and by that I mean what position you hold in this empire. “Oh,” she raised her brow as if she just heard my thoughts but maybe the expression on my face had done the talking. “I am the alpha’s mistress.” She said she was Adonai’s mistress as if she was the only one he had. I vividly remember I was told Adonai had three mistresses. This means there were two others like her, and with me makes it four. Interesting.

VelvetMistress. That red lace. Her legs crossed slowly, her voice low and deliberate, like silk sliding against skin. It had been only one night since her livestream. One night since I’d sat still in a dark jet, headphones in, watching her move like she had all the time in the world. She’d looked into the camera and asked her viewers who deserved her attention. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I tipped her five grand and logged off before I could do something even more impulsive. Later, a notification had come through.

Celina I’m a nervous wreck and my palms are sweaty. That should go over quite well with a client. Not! Madison Moon, or Mak, as she prefers to be called, saw through my bravado. I left the interview at Elegant Escorts with little hope that I’d land the job. It shows how far my life has sunk into a steaming pile of manure that I cried when she called and asked me when I could start. I need this job desperately, and now I’m on my way to my first experience as a paid whore.

… Giselle, who was completely unaware of the intense battle that took place online last night, received yet another private request. This time, the client was a housewife in her early 30s. She was dressed in a sophisticated manner, but she seemed aged beyond her years. She looked at Giselle and said, "My husband has a mistress, and my daughter likes her."

Soon I felt him breathing normally and caressing my scalp. " You're not getting it. Whether you treat me like a mistress or not doesn't matters. Because I'm one. A woman who sleeps with a man without love, a relationship, or before marriage is addressed as a Mistress. On top of that, I get paid for my service every time. Isn't it? " I said and he went stilled. He cursed under his breath and took hold of my chin. " Then tell me what do you want me to do? Should I marry you because of that! " he snapped at me making me cry more. I wept like a baby burying my face in the sheet.

“You know, Rica, there’s talk going around in our subdivision. That there’s a mistress living here. I don’t know who they’re talking about, though. I just heard it earlier, when my husband and I got home from work.” “What?! Mistress? Who? What’s her name?” (Her questions came one after another.) “Are you okay, Rica? Take it easy with the questions. You’re asking so fast—I don’t even know which one to answer first.” “Sorry, Lorain. So... who is the mistress?” “That’s what I don’t know! But I want to find out. I will—tomorrow. I’ll ask someone I know around here.” (She told Rica on the other end of the line.)

“Good thing I never ran into Mbak Sasi.” “Who’s that?” Nadine asked, confused. “The one who offers extra services to customers.” “What kind of services?” Nadine asked innocently. “Escort services.” Nadine froze. “So… that kind of thing exists there too?” Clara let out a short laugh. “Nadine, everything exists there. There’s even a private section for exclusive guests.” “What kind of exclusive guests?” “Those with a lot of money. Those who pay high for special services.”