The New Mistress

By Hope Red

Ivy is a natural sadist. Her best friends, Natasha and Kris, are about to find out just how much when she is convinced to become the first mistress ever to be given the title at the age of eighteen.

Three tall, model-like bitchy friends with a sense of self-entitlement and contempt for everyone who isn’t them get more than they bargained for when they take Eva up on the offer she made them in the sauna in the Gym Torment book. Their greed and love of money becomes their downfall as they are pulled into a world of cruel bdsm and sexual depravity from which they can never return.

Ivy embraces the role Eva gives her, the older mistress seeing evil and sadistic potential in the 18yo girl. Natasha and Kris are turned into her submissives and are made to surrender their bodies and minds to her as she torments and humiliates them, exposing them to things they have never experienced before. She enjoys taking out her pent up frustrations on the bratty girls and breaks down their inhibitions with cruel glee, exposing their hidden desires.

Ivy establishes her dominance and turns her friends into her sexual pets, obeying her every command. She breaks them in and starts training them with Eva’s help and then continues their humiliation and torment the following day at Natasha’s home in her bedroom with the other people that live in the house within hearing distance of their depraved acts of sadomasochism as Natasha lets Ivy be her first time... but not in the way she might have envisioned.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hope Red
• Release date: May 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463916995

Hope Red

A mind consumed by anal and women and blessed/cursed with an overactive creative imagination, I’m a UK based author that gains a lot of pleasure out of writing about the things that I imagine. I started to write and publish the things in my head in April 2017 and have been at it ever since and I love bringing my own fantasies alive for all to enjoy. I believe that adult literature should be quality and reflect the sexual trends of the modern adult entertainment world.My genre (or lust) is Lesbian Anal with more than a twist of BDSM and the more Taboo. I write to give my characters and what happens to them an existence in my and your head and for the sheer pleasure of making scenes that I’d want to see. I Hope that you get something out of what I write and that it turns you on as much as it does me.Hope

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The New Mistress

By

Hope Red

This book is the first in the series:

Poisoned Ivy

Hope Red Copyright © 2018

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Adult content inside. Not intended for anyone under 18 to read.

All characters in this novel are entirely fictitious and as are any of the actions they perform, both sexual and non-sexual. All characters are over 18. Any likeness to anyone living or dead is entirely coincidental, as are any likenesses to events or locations. All acts of a sexual nature in this novel are not necessarily condoned or recommended by the author and readers must use their own discretion.

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Chapters

The Weird Bitch from the Sauna

Oh my God, Pervy Schoolgirl Costumes

Getting Pumped up their Butts

Seriously? Orange Juice… Like this?

One Virgin, Two McCoys, Three Girls & Four Candles

The Weird Bitch from the Sauna

Ivy, Natasha and Kris looked up at the red metal door.

It says this is the address she gave us, Tash, Kris said, looking at the red marker on her phone.

It just looks so dull. I expected a place where that kind of woman works to look... well, more exciting, Natasha said, her blue eyes looking disappointed.

Well it was your idea to come here in the first place, Tash. Besides, what did you expect a place like this to look like… big neon sign saying ‘Dominatrix’s sex palace’? We have a week left until university starts and I for one intend on being able to buy some new clothes… so if we can get some money out of that weird bitch we met in the sauna, I say let’s give her a show and get out of here. Besides, how much more messed up can it be than the last time we met her? Ivy asked.

I dunno Ivy, that was some pretty weird shit and she was so obsessed with tushies. She might make us put things in them… or worse, lick each other’s… Ew, gross, Kris said, shuddering.

Yeah, that’d be really gross, Natasha said, seemingly agreeing but her eyes betrayed her arousal at the thought of having her cute little butt eaten out, like how that petite blonde whore had done last week, the first time any lips had been around her tight pucker in her life. She hadn’t been able to get the feeling out of her head ever since. She wished she’d had the courage to ask one of the other two to try it with her. She would have gladly returned the favour but considering how often they told her how gross it was, Natasha didn’t want to risk their life-long friendship over her perverted new obsession.

Well, I’m going up there. The woman said I had talent and I want to see what it can get me, Ivy said, her block-heeled sandals making the metal steps ring out as she clanged up them, her khaki shorts swaying under her tucked in white cotton button shirt.

Kris shrugged and followed her auburn haired friend up to the red metal door, leaving Natasha to wonder what they were getting themselves into. She shrugged too; a chance to experience more of what they had already in their previous brief encounter with this strange woman was worth the risk.

Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? She wondered as she followed Kris up the stairs.

Ivy knocked on the metal and waited. Nothing. She turned to the other two.

Knock harder, Ivy, Natasha suggested.

Ivy turned and bashed on the door with her palm, a look of impatience flashing on her face.

She was just about to turn and storm away when the door opened, creaking noisily on its heavy springs.

There she was. In the doorway of the grey warehouse building stood Eva, a faint smile on her wide lips as her toned frame blocked any sign of what lurked inside. Kris and Natasha stared at the long grey pencil skirt and buttoned up white blouse, both of them feeling a little disappointed but relieved that she wasn’t covered in leather and metal spikes. There were a couple of signs that Eva was who they thought she was. Her boots were knee high, latex five-inch stilettos with buckle straps, black and shiny and very out of place under the prim and proper, if very tight looking, skirt. Her lip-gloss was a dark purple and her dark charcoal eyeliner made her blue eyes look mesmerizingly beautiful yet deadly as they coldly surveyed the girls standing on the stairs in front of her.

You’re here. Good, come in, she said, looking at the girls’ unimpressed expressions, her lips curling up at the corners as she thought of how different their expressions would be soon enough.

Eva walked behind the eighteen year old girls, getting a good view of their slim bodies and long legs. They were a good six inches or so taller than the girls she usually turned into buttslut submissives but she had something quite special in mind for these three particular teens. They seemed to be overflowing with disdain and apathy and a shallowness that she could hone and chisel into something quite delicious, especially the one called Ivy with her aloof attitude and general contempt for anyone that isn’t her. Eva struggled to stop herself pouncing on the girl, turned on by the same evil traits she admired in herself.

Ivy walked down the corridor like she had come to inspect the warehouse, her head held high with the sense of entitlement she always felt. She knew she was stunning and didn’t care if people stared at her body as long as they ran when she scowled or showed her disgust at them for thinking they could gaze upon her model-like physique. That’s kind of why she hung out with Natasha and Kris, making them three of the prettiest and most unattainable group of girls when they had been at school together. It was actually Natasha that was the prettiest and, in many ways, the leader of the group but Ivy would never admit it to her or Kris. The fact that Natasha had the nearest thing to empathy that the three girls could muster had meant that she had become the guiding voice of their little group.

Through here. Take a seat, girls, Eva said, pointing to three metal fold chairs one side of a big wooden desk. Eva, walked around the other side, Natasha noting her powerful, panther-like toned body as it moved around to sit in a big leather chair.

Now, what can I do for you three? Eva purred out as she leaned back, putting her legs up on the desk.

You said to get in touch if we wanted to have more new experiences like the one you gave us with that blonde and you told us it’d be a shame to waste talent like ours. Well, we’re kinda interested, miss Eva, and we were wondering if we could get something out of doing, you know, those kind of things, Natasha said awkwardly but with feigned confidence.

What kind of things do you mean? Eva drawled with a