True Or False Mistress Novels & Stories

“Do you always do this? Threatening his mistresses?” “Yes. and they just like you, f*cking delusional whores” she spat, going for the door. “Does he know that this is your true face? Or like everyone in this pack, you are their Ms. Sunshine?” “If you're planning to tell Nicholas about what happened here, save your energy, he will not believe you. No one will believe you like any other mistress. You're just a trash beneath me, a gold-digging slut,” she shot back.

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.”

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

Mistress needed to dress to leave the residence, Slut going to assist her as needed. As I wandered around, I asked questions about what I was looking at, though Master had included many furniture items in his own creation. I also asked Rose questions about herself and the club. "You're very good at licking cunt," I said. "You gave me four wonderful orgasms. Thank you." "You're welcome. I enjoyed it." "Do you consider yourself bisexual? Master said you were offered to him when he came here to learn." "No, I'm definitely a lesbian. If given a choice by my Mistress, I would never touch a real cock. I'm not given a choice."

He startled her with a cold voice, "Uncover them and watch me." She gulped and did as he ordered, feeling shameful when she wasn't the one going naked. The Mistress was clad in nothing but lace panties and a handless brassiere right before her eyes. "What is the point of being a Mistress if you are treated like this? "I wonder how he will treat me as a slave—I can not handle the humiliation of being observed by someone or people," she said, clenching her fist. With a tug, he turned the Mistress so that her palms were facing the wall. After grabbing her underwear and firmly adjusting it to the side, he gave Elena a scathing glare that made her shudder.

"Go for it! Doesn't it feel good to throw water onto that bitch's face? The other time, my husband brought his mistress home and I straddled her right away before slapping her again and again. It felt so fucking good!" "It's just unfortunate that the water wasn't hot. She doesn't care about her reputation anyway, so might as well just scald her." "I'm so proud of you, Madam. There's no need to waste any effort trying to talk sense into an immoral wench like her!" "Don't any of you notice that the mistress looks like a beauty guru? It wasn't clear from a far distance, but now that the camera's gotten closer, she looks so much like her!" "It's Lana!"

“But what if he just sees me as… that? The girl from the club. His mistress fantasy comes to life.” Lila stood, pulling me into a tight hug, her arms wrapping around me like a shield. I melted into it, the scent of her vanilla perfume grounding me. “Then show him he’s wrong,” she murmured into my hair. “You don’t have to be his mistress, Serena. Hell, you don’t have to be anything he wants. But don’t sell yourself short because of some bank account. You’re worth more than all his billions.” I pulled back, wiping my eyes, a small laugh escaping.

Though she had never stepped into a five-star hotel, Nadine knew this room was as grand as the ones she had only seen on television. “Sir, I swear. I’m not a spy,” she stammered, kneeling on the floor. Her hands clasped together in front of her chest, trembling in fear. “If I’m lying, you may kill me, Sir. I only work here. I wear a hat so people won’t notice my face. My friend told me this place is dangerous, full of drunk guests. The hat belongs to her. I’m not in disguise — I’m just a worker, Sir.” Justine’s eyes narrowed. A crooked smile curled on his lips — cold and menacing.

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.