Yes Mistress

By Leslie Quinn

When my college roommate's wealthy "aunt" Brigitte comes to stay with us during a business trip, I never expected her to realize my submissive nature, and decide to take advantage of it, and me. I never expected I would soon be the live-in lesbian slut of a lesbian Mistress, naked and serving, begging to be used and filled. I definitely never expected my roommate to be in on it!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leslie Quinn
• Release date: Aug 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463698730

Book preview

Yes, Mistress

Leslie Quinn

Copyright © 2018 by Leslie Quinn

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Yes, Mistress

My roommate was apologetic. It’s just for a week. My mom didn’t even give me a choice. She just said Aunt Brigitte is coming to town for a week for business and she’s staying with you. She’s my mom’s best friend from college and Mom wants me to spend time with her. It’s just…you know family. She sighed.

Oh no Cassie, it’s fine! I get it. It’s no big! She won’t be a problem at all.

Cassie had been my roommate for the past three years of university, over which time we’d become fast friends.

We were the stereotypical broke college students, sharing the bedroom of a small one-bedroom apartment. Cassie prepared her bed for her aunt to use and set up to sleep on the living room sofa during her stay. I would be sharing the bedroom with Aunt Brigitte for the week.

***

Cassie’s aunt arrived at our door a few days later, giving first Cassie, then me, a warm hug and dropping her leather luggage set off in the bedroom. Brigitte was a tall, svelte woman in a formal, stylish pantsuit. Her tight blonde curls were tinged with grey, and her sharp green eyes flashed behind a pair of silver glasses. She looked nothing like her lightly plump, dark-haired and eyed young niece, but then, I recalled, they weren’t really niece and aunt.

Thank you so much for housing me this week, girls! What a treat, to stay with two pretty young things and pretend to be young again myself! Cassie and I giggled.

Brigitte took both of us out to dinner, and we spend a pleasant evening. Cassie’s aunt was refined and intelligent, and clearly well-off, judging from her finely tailored clothes and the contemporary French restaurant she took us to, with tuxedoed waiters and a fixed menu. We talked about our classes and aspirations, and Brigitte’s questions about our studies were educated and witty. We stayed out late laughing and chatting over wine and canelés before returning home late.

I like to shower before bed. By the time I got out, Cassie had changed into her pajamas and was already lightly snoozing on our sofa. Wrapped in a towel, I softly walked into the bedroom.

Brigitte was stretched out on Cassie’s bed in a black silk kimono, writing in a leather-bound journal. I nearly gasped – she looked so elegant!

Brigitte looked up at me, smiling. I hesitated, unsure how to proceed. Could I get dressed in front of this relatively