My mistress and l is a point of view story format told from ivans perspective.

I was almost done. I laid across my roof, staring at the stars as I twirled the knife in my hand. I had left a note written for my parents to see when the got home from work in the morning. They needed to know none of this was my fault and that I loved them. I didn't want them to blame themselves. I called my friends, telling them I loved them as well and that in the time I had them as friends; were some of the best times I've had. As I was about to end it, my last sight to be the stars, she pulled in. WARNING THIS STORY HAS BDSM CONTENT AND THE BEGINNING COULD BE TRIGGERING.

Guys, just so you know this story is fictitious. A relationship or any of this would not happen this quickly. I'll try to write one more... Realistic sometime. Please enjoy though!! I saw her. I watched in amazement as she walked through doors of my college. Black pants with grey and black striped button up shirt. Her hair, dark brown, fell beautifully down her back. She kept kinda quiet but not in a shy way. She gave off an aura of confidence. She had a fire in her eyes. My knees went weak as my heart pace raced as she passed by. I had to hold my locker to keep standing and I swear... She glanced at me and smirked when she saw me. My name is Jack. A simple name, a simple guy, with a simple insatiable desire. To serve. I'm a pet, a slave, a submissive. I knew when I saw her... I knew I belonged to her.

When Tristan is at a college party, he meets up with a girl from his English class, Beth. She invites him to "hang with the girls" and she starts to slowly get a sense he's not like all the other guys. After staying the night at Beths apartment, she reveals his deepest desires, and then with the help of her friend Cadence, fulfills them. Soon Tristan is thrown into a world he never dreamed of.