True Or False Mistress Novels & Stories

I was too submerged in my own sorrows that I was blind to not see others suffer too. "Five years ago when mistress went missing, me and Sophia weren't here. When we returned she was already gone. However, later we learned about the accident that happened with Misd Frost and the mistress was blamed..." She paused, stopping my heart for a second. "As much as I know Mistress, I don't believe she would do anything like that. She just couldn't, Master. That's not Mistress. I still think she was accused falsely. Also..." "Also?" I asked immediately, eager to know what she wanted to say.

The Mistress plodded along as a steady pace with the servant struggling to keep up with her. Along the way there were numerous stops, because at each picturesque overlook Eve wanted to take pictures. Because she looked forward to the breaks and was grateful for any opportunity to rest, Trish enthusiastically modeled for Eve's camera. The Mistress was glad to see that her servant was cheerful about being photographed, not embarrassed and sullen as she had been a few weeks before.

Meanwhile, for years, Victoria could freely stride into this mansion carrying dozens of luxury shopping bags without ever needing to hide a single item. Victoria could wear the most expensive gowns, flaunt the latest designer handbags in front of everyone, and walk with her head held high in absolute pride. And what about her? Elena stared at the luxury boxes before her with a profoundly wounded gaze. Even to possess beautiful things, she had to acquire them by surrendering her own dignity. By becoming the mistress of her own step-sister’s husband, hiding her existence in the darkest corner. As if these items were a massive, disgusting sin.

Sebastian thought he had heard it wrong. He absolutely did not dare to believe his ears, and his expression also instantly became extremely disgusted. "What did you say?" "I-I want to be your mistress. Sebastian, I have already met your wife today. She is indeed very outstanding. I can't compete with her. I'm willing to admit defeat. I won't ask to share the same status as her. I know that this country practices monogamy, so I won't ask you to give me a status. I just want to be your mistress. I'll just be your mistress. I'll bear your children, and the entire White family will be yours in the future," Misty said incomparably eagerly.

I realized then that if I didn't clarify things today, I would forever be branded a mistress. "You say Harlan is your dad; is your mom named Doris Dewey?" Jennifer laughed arrogantly. "So, you're finally admitting to being the mistress?" "Let's call them both over and settle this once and for all. Then we'll know who the mistress is and who the disgraceful illegitimate daughter is!"

Mistress Hawthorne. I found a little slave falling in love with her master, which is not allowed in the castle. Mera is always distracted in class. Her hands are cupped around her face, and she looks out the window and smiles, like a little girl in love. After my careful observation, I was pretty sure she liked her master. I had told her in all seriousness that a slave could not fall in love with her master, but apparently she didn't take my warning seriously. She was not a good girl, but a bad one.

Who is she? But I tried deflecting anyway. Me: I don't want to make you jealous or whatever… MistressA: Jealous? Bunny, I'm not threatened by your fantasies. If anything, they're useful information. Besides, if you prove yourself worth my time, I'll make every other woman disappear from your mind except me. Now stop stalling. The confidence in that statement made my cock twitch. Me: My professor. MistressA: Interesting. Tell me about her.

“YOU THINK I'M A FOOL, DON'T YOU?! BRINGING YOUR MISTRESS INTO OUR HOME AND PRETENDING SHE'S SOME IMPORTANT PERSONALITY?! DO I LOOK LIKE A FOOL TO YOU? I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU BUT IN THE END, YOU MEN ARE JUST DOGS!!!” Excuse me? Mistress?

I asked, in surprise. I knew some mafia Lords don't have an harem, they instead make use of a mistress. A pretty woman who has to serve them sexually for a long period of time, the mistress doesn't bed anyone except from the master's who own them. And this mistresses are forever ones. If they conceive and bear a male child for their masters. They might be privilege to take over has the queen. This mistress looks like a rival, I've always heard about this mistresses and they are always extremely beautiful. What am I even saying, why would I see her as rival. She can be the queen for all I care.

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. ~~~~~~~~