Young Mistress Novels & Stories

Some leaned against the kitchen counter, some sat on it, some sat on the island, some sat on the stool surrounding it, and some stood idly, leaving the two witnesses in the middle. “So, here's how it is…” The first maid started. “Young mistress had decided to go greet the first young master. When she approached him…” She stepped forward, showing how she moved. “... Young master just pushed her out of his way, saying that Don't touch me. Your touch disgusts me.’” She thickens her voice, mimicking his. The second maid tapped her fastly until she hissed and motioned for her to continue from where she stopped. The second maid clapped before taking a strand of hair

"Come on Esther Joan, if you're going to go with a friend to this party, why are you trying to hide that friend's identity? Or... that friend is your master? Don't tell us you guys. Shameless enough to be someone's mistress?" Jade's words really touched my pride. Even though I was flushed red and my breathing ragged. I was going to deny it, but then I realized they were right. It is true that I am a mistress of a master. "Huh... no reply means you admit it, don't you? Ladies, Esther Joan is an old master's mistress. Hahaha… This would be interesting if everyone in Malibu Academy knew." It was very noisy in the great hall, so no one noticed the few ladies chatting among themselves. A lot of p

She wasn't suffering from just heartbreak *** She had gotten dressed in a simple blue gown and a pair of silver heels, she hadn't owned any of these until that evening because they had been gifted to her by her step sister Sila, she was the only one who Maddy liked and was in great terms with, they talked about a lot of things and Madison trusted her with her life and all in it. She was three years older than Madison and was the one getting engaged today, she was part of the reason Maddy had decided to grace the occasion as she didn't want her step sister to get angry at her for not showing up besides they had promised to be bestfriends and sisters in one or so she thought

Gosh, he's really a brute,who does he think he is? I thought as I paced to and fro in my room. Just then,the door opened revealing his wife Pamela, daughter of the senator. "Hi" she said, looking round the bedroom sarcastically. "Hi" I voiced out....with a croaked voice. I didn't know what she wanted or if she knew I was her husband's mistress. Gosh when did my life become a soap opera. "So you're what,a worker,call girl?" She asked looking into my eyes as.....anger flashed through it.

By making her his mistress which was the biggest humiliation for her, in fact for every girl for whom her dignity meant everything to her. You could call her crazy all you want but she believed that she would give her body only to the man she would marry and would only marry the man she would love but nothing like that happened, neither was she destined for marriage nor for love because no matter how modern the world became, no respected man will ever accept a girl who was once someone's mistress and leave alone others, she herself could never accept anyone, she couldn't re-establish this relationship with anyone else, she couldn’t, she couldn’t surrender herself in this manner again.

She couldn't stop thinking about Grace's words regarding suspecting Jack having a lover. The fact that Grace had called her a tramp and other kinds of names was getting to her. She closed her eyes and allowed the droplets of water pour on her face as she now got her hands to roam down on her wet hair which now stuck to her back. It didn't matter if she wanted Adam and loved him more than anything, it was still a fact that she was his mistress, his secret lover whom he was hiding from the world.

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

She glanced at Layla who was standing at her side. “I can try harder!” “You have been trying hard for the past two days, I fear that you would become exhausted if you tried even harder.” “But–” “And there's this tiny other fact that her stupid mate and his entourages can't be held down anymore, they sure know how to kill, it is even bad that they have stupid Crystabelle with them,” The Mistress said, her lips pulled into a scowl. She waved her hand in Aurora's direction and the chains which had tolled themselves around her wrists and ankles like stubborn vine unlocked themselves and she fell to the ground but she managed to stand on their feet.

This was a humiliation ritual at its finest, but since she could not complain why not do her best while she was at it? She opened her mouth widely and began to take it in, slowly, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked. She read that playing with the testicles also drove men into a frenzy, and so, she fondled the balls, dipping her head down, licking and sucking on it while her hand bobbed up and down the shaft. She felt like a fucking slut. This was the prize she needed to pay. “Fuck, your balls feel so full, but I’m gonna milk every ounce of cum you’ll keep thinking about this head for the rest of your life.”

Just as I was about to respond, another executive chimed in. "Or mine. That silhouette would be perfect for luxury retail." My mind went blank. Wait, were they recruiting me? Already? I hadn’t noticed William approaching until he stood beside us. Quiet. Fluid. A little intimidating. "Jane is currently training under Mira," he said calmly. "She’s not available." The man with silver hair let out a chuckle. "Relax, William. We’re just admiring your...." He hesitated. Then, with a knowing smile, added, ".....mistress."