Clean Mistress

⚡ ALL INFORMATION CLICK HERE 👈🏻👈🏻👈🏻

Clean Mistress

10 Inevitable Things That Happen When You're A Mistress
Photo: Kate Kultsevych / shutterstock.com
 
By Callie C. — Written on Oct 14, 2021
Having spent over three years of my life hopelessly in love with someone who I was absolutely certain was my destined partner, I have come to realize some very important things about marginal versus true love.
If you've ever wondered what being a mistress is like, realize that this can happen to anyone.
I was an executive living in a sophisticated city. After many years of being single, I decided to focus on finding my perfect man. I wrote a fantasy list about what he might be like. A few months later, we met.
We had known each other in high school and were serendipitously reunited decades later by a technical fluke on LinkedIn. We had a harmless drink together while I was on a business trip. Drinks became dinner, with much laughter and reminiscing. It was love at first sight. Fate.
He never discussed his wife in the beginning. He had been married for almost 20 years. I never expected to become his mistress...
I ignored all the statistics and articles about affairs, rationalized my religious upbringing, and compromised every moral fiber in my body. It felt like everything I had held out for my entire life led to that one moment: when my dream guy told me of his definite plan to begin our new life together.
All the heartache seemed worthwhile until he disappeared without a word for weeks afterward.
In the end, it was all about selfishness, obsession, and greed on his part. A textbook cliché and a terrible mistake in hindsight, but when you are in your very first love bubble, you are completely irrational and absolutely blind.
There is no emotion on earth more powerful than falling deeply in love after waiting your whole life for "the one," your perfect match.
However, the bottom line is that the vast majority of the time, married men will not leave their wives , and they definitely won't leave their children or fortunes. If they do leave, statistics of success are unfavorable.
He may even admit it, and you will think it's just temporary as he is "in transition," but this disrespectful behavior will continue.
He will do what he needs to in order to keep the peace at home. After all, "it's complicated."
You may be his perfect "baby doll" and new best friend, but she's the mother of his children. That bond and history are like cement, especially if she's loyal and still loves him.
She controls the mood in the home and the happiness of his kids. He will not risk disruption of his children's development; they are his proudest achievement.
He will squeeze you in around agendas at work and precious moments with his family to make you feel important.
He will give you just enough charming calls, sexy texts, expensive dinners out, token gifts, cards and I love you's to keep you in tow for months, making you forget you are only on the sidelines of his life, not in the core.
He may even be bold enough to keep a corporate condo with you in an urban location so that he can have the best of both worlds. You might relocate your career for him thinking he's truly committed to you.
You will forget as you play "house" that you are just the mistress, not the Mrs . You have no rights to anything.
You will feel lonely as he spoils his family on birthdays, Valentine’s Day, Easter, long weekends, Christmas, and New Year's Eve. You may receive untraceable or consumable gifts in lieu of real time together.
Family vacations or excursions with his wife (if he even tells you about them) will be torturous as you are reminded you are nothing more than a secret.
You try harder to make him see what he has been missing when you welcome him back home. He will reinforce how much he's in love with you from the distance and time apart, and that he will tell his wife soon, so you stay.
You will eventually avoid interacting with certain friends and family as time in the affair bubble goes on, and it becomes harder and harder to lie to them about your dating situation. Why is a great girl like you still single? Have you met anyone? Are you being too picky?
You begin to question how "great" you really are for getting into such a shameful situation. But you have his keys, credit card numbers, passwords, and secrets.
You have come this far; surely he cannot live in duality for much longer. Life is about taking risks, especially for true love, right? Wrong.
If you think this is the first time he has stepped out of his marriage, think again. Embezzlers steal small amounts of money before they move up to stealing millions. Men cheat in different ways before they become comfortable with full-fledged affairs.
You might actually believe your situation is different and that you are special. You will waste valuable time waiting for a commitment that will never materialize.
Instead, you could be giving your heart to someone who includes you in his whole life, not just on the shady sidelines.
If you attempt to end the affair, he will let you go every time because he doesn't want to be "your gravity" in holding you back.
He will manipulate you with his tears, love letters, roses, and heart-wrenching voice messages. There will be more empty promises that he will finally talk to his wife, but know this: he will never leave her, his kids, or his money.
If you try to give him space to work on his marriage he may become concerned about your long-term loyalty. You return to him, hoping to prove you will be there when he leaves her. This situation is making you absolutely miserable when you are apart.
You beg him to tell his wife — she deserves to know! Your mood will become more volatile as you think of her at home waiting for him, innocent and unsuspecting. You want him to make the right choice without pressure.
This is just not right and you know it, yet you protect him anyway. Questioning him only upsets him, so you hide the pain and try not to complain.
Over time, your guilty subconscious mind may develop several anxiety-related conditions as you struggle with the duplicity of the affair. Somewhere along the line, that confident, intelligent woman disappeared. You won't recognize who you have become.
You'll feel trapped. You are truly in love with him and cannot be with anyone else, but he's not being loyal to you. He might suggest that you date other men (with a warning not to bring anything back) if your devotion becomes too much for him when his wife needs him at home.
A part of you will die every time you compromise and return to him when he says he can't live without you. Yet, in the end, he definitely can.
You will feel used and cheap when he finally tells you things "really aren't that bad" and that he "cannot reconcile" you with his obligations at home. You now know that he values his safe, predictable, wealthy lifestyle far more than living an open, honest new life with you.
Mistresses are like diamonds: sparkly, beautiful, and only worn for certain occasions. Wives are like water: needed every day to sustain the well-being of his family, relatives, financial and social status.
Wives are part of the core. Mistresses are marginal. Both women are kept in the dark.
You finally pack up and walk out the door for good, realizing this situation is like an infinity circle making you unfocused in all areas of your life. You are on the road to healing but be warned: Once a married man cheats, he's very likely to do it again .
He may complain to you he's sexually frustrated and lonely as you stand your ground and send him back to his wife. He may even claim he made a mistake by letting you go.
You want him to make an honest woman out of you, so you remain resolute. You cry hard because you miss him so much.
You have just one small ounce of hope left for a future together, but the void of frequent sex and attention will not work for him. Be prepared to find out one day he has slyly moved on to someone even more of a fool than you were. He may hint he "plans on staying young for a long time" and that he feels sorry for you.
If he's willing to abuse his position of power at work, his new trustworthy target will likely be an ambitious, amorous, and naive young girl who he can mentor, promote, and travel with undetected on the company tab.
His guilt, if any, will be short-lived for wasting your time should you happen to find him out. After all, you were a part of it and you knew what you were getting into. Don't be surprised if your thoughtful gifts are thrown away and you are completely ignored while his new playmate feeds his ego.
After enough time spent being a mistress, suddenly, you will realize with full force and momentous magnitude that you have wasted years of your life for literally... nothing.
You will be paralyzed with shock and in complete disbelief that the man who was once so crazy in love with you replaced you in a New York minute.
Your relationship was nothing more than a pattern of behavior, and not true love at all. Any beautiful memories of intimate moments you once cherished believing he stayed "for the kids" will be cheapened by his new affair choice.
You now know you were just a blip, a mere highlight in his life, while he was everything in yours. Unless you are blessed enough to meet a kind, honest, and patient man, your journey of recovery will be long.
Most friends will have little empathy for women like you. Some will quietly think you got what you deserved, while others will suddenly be very busy when you need that shoulder to cry on. You will be judged and alone.
The time it will take to redirect your derailed life may be much longer than the time you actually spent in the relationship. The memories will haunt you. The mental anguish and humiliation will age you.
Not one doctor will be able to diagnose the phantom pains in your body. You now realize this was never about "fate," but about choice.
My strong advice: Don't get involved with a married man for any reason. Leave him and never look back.
Remember: If he can cheat with you, he can cheat on you. It takes a special kind of "man" to look his wife in the eye, then tell her that he loves her while living a separate life with another woman.
He's a coward and a liar — a selfish, arrogant, duplicitous adulterer with no conscience who exploits genuine love and trust. He's not worth another moment of your precious time. Better never to have loved and lost, than ever to have loved him at all.
Callie C. is a writer who covers heartbreak and love.
The content produced by YourTango is for informational and educational purposes only. Our website services, content and products are not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Please consult your doctor before taking any action. See additional information
© 2022 by Tango Publishing Corporation All Rights Reserved.



remove-circle
Share or Embed This Item


EMBED

EMBED (for wordpress.com hosted blogs and archive.org item tags)
[archiveorg mistress-amethyst-10.0gb width=560 height=384 frameborder=0 webkitallowfullscreen=true mozallowfullscreen=true]


Want more?
Advanced embedding details, examples, and help !


Flag this item for



Graphic Violence



Explicit Sexual Content



Hate Speech



Misinformation/Disinformation



Marketing/Phishing/Advertising



Misleading/Inaccurate/Missing Metadata







Topics
Mistress Amethyst , Trance , Hypnosis , Brainwashing







Language
English






Addeddate
2021-10-13 19:45:39


Identifier
mistress-amethyst-10.0gb


Ocr
tesseract 5.0.0-beta-20210815


Ocr_detected_lang
en


Ocr_detected_lang_conf
1.0000


Ocr_detected_script
Latin


Ocr_detected_script_conf
1.0000


Ocr_module_version
0.0.13


Ocr_parameters
-l eng


Page_number_confidence
84.62


Ppi
300


Scanner
Internet Archive HTML5 Uploader 1.6.4




There are no reviews yet. Be the first one to
write a review .

Due to a planned power outage on Friday, 1/14, between 8am-1pm PST, some services may be impacted.

Uploaded by

bumbleblock1

on October 13, 2021


My story starts many years ago when as student in my twenties I lived in London….on my way home from college one day I passed a local corner shop when my eye was dawn to a beautifully hand written postcard pinned to the local services notice board in the window….it read Retired Professional Lady seeks Part Time Cleaner... uniform and training will be provided.
Several days passed and I noticed the advert was still in the window…. so I out of interest I took down the telephone number.
Later that evening I found the piece of crumpled paper with the telephone number on …. I hesitated but thought I needed a bit of pin money so I will give it go.
The number rang for or what seemed a lifetime and then a crystal clear female voice answered the phone.
I responded in a flurry of words saying that I was interested in the advertised position of cleaner. ….I explained that as a student I was looking for some part time work.
”Would you have time come for an interview this evening and perhaps if you are happy with my terms you can start straight away”….I agreed and the arrangement was made to see her that evening.
The trip to the address was uneventful, it was a grey October evening and the address was just two stops away on the underground... I climbed up the steps to an imposing black painted front door
I pressed the door bell... no response….I press the door bell again still no response...but just as I turning to go away the door opened. A voice echoed from the darkness of a long hallway.
“You must have come about the cleaning situation...please come in…”
I followed the slim figure along the hall way into a side room which looked like a traditional school study I followed her in…. The walls of the small were covered with framed photographs of school groups. A sturdy wooden desk took central position with a large wooden wardrobe standing in the corner .
“My name is Miss Osbourne….and as you may gathered from the photographs on the wall I am a retired Headmistress...”
She turned around to look at the at the photographs
“I look back on time as a headmistress with great pride”
She caught my eye and for a brief moment I felt slightly embarrassed.
”What is your name…”
“John”
“Well John I should explain I was really looking for a young lady for the post of cleaner but I am willing to give you trial if you don’t mind wearing a uniform….”
“No I’m quite happy to wear whatever you provide”
“Good...but there is one thing...I would want to call you by girls name...would you be you happy with that”.
I thought this was some sort of joke and just smiled and nodded in acceptance ….
‘Well John...if you don’t mind I’m going to call you Joanna while you are in my employment...do you mind if I call you Joanna”
I hesitated ....at this point I had half a mind to leave the room but there was something compelling about this mysterious lady...
I heard myself say…
”I think Joanna is fine...”
There was a pause…
”Good...you see all my working life as a Headmistress I have instilled the principle of discipline and correction in all my work…..do you understand what I mean”
I nodded more in curiosity than understanding.
‘I would like you to call me Mistress at all times….is that clear...”
I nodded my head
“What do you say”
“Yes Mistress”
“Good...I think you will be a very suitable candidate for the job and I think you will find my terms very generous...would you be happy to take take the position….I heard myself mutter “Yes please Mistress”
“Good ….then first of all Joanna we need to get you fixed up with some suitable clothes for cleaning duties…would you please undressed and put your clothes in a neat pile on the desk while I go and get you something for you to wear”.
I gasped and thought am I really having this experience with a complete stranger.
She turned to leave the room….
“When I come back I want to see all your clothes in a neat pile on my desk.”
The door shut before I could respond
As if by some dark compelling influence I slowly, very slowly got undressed and folded all my cloth into a neat pile on the desk…...minutes later there was the now familiar click of Miss Osbourne’s high heeled shoes as she made her way across the hallway….the door opened and she came into the room caring a large leather suitcase.
She swiftly scooped up all my clothes and put them into a drawer in her desk and locked it.
“I guess Joanna you must be a size 16”
Transfixed by the whole proceedings I just stammered “I guess so”
“Right lets get you dressed... underwear first”
She proceeded to dress me in a selection of black silk underwear.....first knickers, then bra, and finally suspender belt and stockings..in some strange way the silk material of the french knickers felt lovely against my skin….she then slipped a black dress over head and as it cascaded over my body it gave me the most wonderful erotic sensation.
“I see you have big feet...but I’m sure I can find something to suit”...she delved into the suit case and produced a pair of high heeled black patent leather shoes that fitted perfectly.
“And just a final touch if you are going to be my cleaning maid you will need an apron and a cap”.
From the leather case she produced a small neat white apron and tied it tightly round my waist...and with the final addition of a white mop hat which she placed firmly on my head the dressing process was complete.
“There you really look the part of my cleaning maid good Joanna...your next duty is
Wow Pussy Lick
Lesbo Kissing
Feed Hole