The Mistress Book Novels & Stories

“Yes, yes! Mistresses usually have sharp, bitter faces, all scrappy-looking and shabby. How can someone so pretty, warm, and classy be a mistress...?” “Everyone, everyone, don’t judge a book by its cover! Have you seen mistresses in TV dramas? Which mistress actually looks like a mistress?” At this, Chloe lost her composure and hurriedly interrupted them. If she let them keep judging by appearances, these knives borrowed to stab would turn against her instead.

The mistress saw to that. “Go on then. You know better than to waste my time on trivial matters. What is so important that I need to know?” “Mistress, Lupa is succeeding in her seduction. Their relationship has changed…they have gotten closer, more intimate. All the servants are speaking of it.” The mistress’ eyes flare. The air is hotter for a moment. She bares her teeth. “How dare she?” She growls. “Does that commoner think she can waltz in and destroy everything worked for? That I’ve sacrificed for? I think not.”

Mistress Kay stood there with a smaller girl, the perpetual scowl adorning her face so early. “Where are the panties you stole from her?” I blinked, confused for a moment. “I'm sorry, what?” I looked from face to face, hoping this was some kind of joke. Unfortunately, however, jokes were a rarity in this place. “Don't play dumb with me, you stupid cunt!” The mistress's harsh voice jolted me. “Someone saw you take them.” “No..” I slowly shook my head as I climbed out of the bed. “It wasn't me. I didn't—”

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It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband* *She had been parading as the #1 heiress of the country for the past decade, who knew that she was a bitch who grew up at some rundown orphanage at the darkest downtown. No offense to all normal orphans with all their moral compass function* *Can you believe the mistress’ family were working under her because she was the supposed #1 heiress, I wonder what they would do now that the whole stuff has blown up in their face* *I heard the mistress was harassed at work too…poor girl.*

Perhaps if they liked what they heard as I promised my undying servitude to Victoria, they would convince her to let me visit. As I said, my punishment was not over. No sooner had I reached the precipice of climax and uttered my now famous begging to be allowed to cum, Mistress said no. She said to hold myself on the edge. She had done that before and I understood the game and how to do as she ordered. My moans were a way to release some of the tension in my body and delay its growing need to orgasm. My fantasy was now that my Mistress' friends, aroused by my sounds of need, were stripping down to either masturbate or pleasure each other. I imagined one dropping to her knees between Mistress

he said, sternly. My smile disappeared. I looked at him with great contempt. "What's that, please?" I didn't like the suspense. I just wish he could notice and talk quicker. I pray it won't be too bad. He grinned from ear to ear and then looked intently at me. "You'll be my mistress." He dropped the bombshell. 'Well, not too bad,' I thought. After all, I knew how to do all a mistress does. I could wash, I could clean, I could… But then, does he really need a mistress?

The fireplace was glowing with a dim light. His legs made their way their accord to the bookshelf. He had used the book so often that he didn't need a light to know where it was kept. He didn't fear someone coming into the room to get it. He never allowed anyone in the room. Hence its untidy state. His mistress wouldn't dare. She had made the mistake of coming into the room when he was busy and he had locked her in the dungeon for a week without food. Thinking about his mistress made him remember Fiona. She was his first love. She had done everything he asked of her with utmost perfection. She was gullible. Something he loved about her.

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

I hear the vile woman snap her fingers, "Lower the cuffs and bring me my implements!" I don't move as I hear movement all around me. Even when Mistress instructs some of her men to put me into the cuffs. I hang by my wrists, my feet not even touching the floor. I hear the hiss of the whip only a second before it comes down on my open back. Mistress is no Domme, so her swings are not precise, and she's very sloppy, causing more pain than Merrick ever did when he used it on me. I block myself from all feeling and let her do her worse. Only when I hear Master come in does she stop, "Jesus Christ, Greta! What the fuck are you doing?"