Online Mistress Novels & Stories

image… “Tell me, how did you meet Abel Borda, and how did you end up being his mistress?” I started my interrogation. “I was an accountant's assistant at the construction site of the Sirio Corporation's project in Blue Valley. I knew that he was the Chairman's son, so I decided to do my best to seduce him. It was hard at first, but I made him drunk, took him to my bed, and in the morning I convinced him that we slept together. It was easier from that moment on. He quickly turned my lie into reality, thinking that what has been done is done,” she explained truthfully.

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

I had helped him with almost everything, including hiring the first batch of employees. She was recommended to us, and I followed her social media account while doing a background check on her. As I scrolled through the post, I saw there were already many comments. Most were warning her that her boyfriend might have been spending money on another woman, probably a gold digger, and that she should be cautious. I was not too interested and was about to unfollow her when Xena posted an update. "Guys, it’s confirmed. There’s a mistress. My boyfriend is rushing to meet her, and I’m on my way to catch them in the act."

One unread message on her secure, hidden account. Domica, the screen name read. Mistress. Queen. Goddess. She logged in. The interface was sleek—velvet black with deep crimson accents. The Velvet Room was an online lounge, exclusive and encrypted, where anonymity was law and reputation was everything. In this world, she wasn’t Dominique. She was Domica. Mistress of the Room. Crusher of men. Queen of pain and praise. Tonight, two subs had messaged her for a session. She scanned their bios, fingers idly tracing her lips. One begged to be degraded. The other wanted to be ignored while she humiliated someone else. They both paid well. They both bored her.

Leanne was one of the highest-paid escorts from Madame Lucille’s House of Angels and her clients involved the country’s most powerful and the elite with social circles of billionaires, tycoons and A-list celebrities. She sat herself on her queen-sized bed, feeling the mattress sink slightly under her weight as she towelled dry her hair. And when a little ping sounded on her phone, Leanne knew that Madame Lucille had sent her the client’s file. She tapped on the p*f file on her phone. ‘CLIENT PROFILE Name: Logan Winters Age: 30 Occupations: CEO of Winters Corporation’ Logan Winters….

I begged him to give me a chance and he told me that the only way he could give me a chance was if I could last a session with a mistress. I did the research and even then I was not prepared for what was in store. He took me to this beautiful house and introduced me to his lady friend, her name was Mistress p, at the time I didn't know what the P stood for. He told me that he was going to leave me with her and that he would pick me up the following day. Mistress P was a goddess of seduction, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was already hypnotized.

Smile plays on the lips of the quests, they let out a loud cheer; liking what they see. A lady creeps into Colin’s body—caressing his face and body. She started to unbutton his shirt right away. Angelina is her name. Colin’s mistress. The guest began to throw a stack of money at me, distracting my vision as they crowded me. I was already entertaining my husband and his mistress–a taboo. “You did so well. I saw you, it was your first time”. A strange girl of Chinese descent who was fixing her makeup in the restroom said to me… I chuckled with a heavy load of betrayal in my heart.

"Not buying it. Or better yet, I think we aren't the correct mash-up." "Answer me this much." At least for now. "What is it that you want out of this sort of relationship? Why are you doing this?" "Honest answer, or the bull you'd like to hear?" "The hell does that even mean?" "It means..." Standing up, she walked around the coffee table and kneeled at my feet. Motherfuck, I was hard as steel within seconds. Throbbing behind the zipper of my dress pants. "That I'll do whatever it takes to secure my future, but play the role of a mistress. The purpose of that website is not to find a prostitute, Mr. Parker. Large cities have alleyways and certain roads for that."

“Girl, calm down. Trust the police. The legal sweetheart isn't even screaming. What right does a mistress have to rush the police like this?” “You! I'm gonna be his wife! He promised that to me!” Not wanting to lose in a petty argument with a girl she doesn't know, Phyllis coldly shut her down. “Whatever. Mistresses all have one thing in common. They are all shameless.” Rui gently took the phone from Ann's hand. “Thank you so much, Phyllis.” “No worries, babe. Just tell your husband to get me a VIP ticket at Luna's concert next month~”

Thalia stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. She ran her fingers through the thick hair, pushing it over one shoulder and turning to stare at the back view. The pert breasts and round ass were sculpted to perfection. There was a reason men fell at Natalia's feet. She was gorgeous. She had the type of body other women spent thousands to get but always failed. Because a human was incapable of getting such results. Only a higher power could create something so perfect.